After Mo Tear left Miao Zhou, he rushed back day and night, he didn't know, how long had he been delayed on that dead land?

He knew very well that if nothing else, Xiao Mu would most likely find out that she had left. If it is as unreliable as Ye and Gou Jian, it will be really bad, it is already Xiaomu's stubborn temper, once he knows his next path, even if he knows that he will hit his head and break the bloodstream, he will come to him, so rushing back as soon as possible at this moment is the first choice.

Along the way, the cold wind was still howling, and the white snow was already covered with frost, and walking on it made a creaking sound.

On the mountain peak next to him, there were still a lot of snow balls rolling down, and he was desperately protecting his chest, for fear that the blood golden lotus in his chest would miss anything.

Holding the cold Bai Yuan in his hand, since this sword was recast, although it is more convenient to carry, he seems to be unworthy of this demon holy relic, and he can't even draw the sword out of the sheath, he feels that such a sword will probably be dusty in his hands.

In fact, he didn't like this sword, just like the most pertinent evaluation he gave when he first tried to hold this sword, the person who made the sword had a sick brain, so heavy, who could make it move?

Although he has long been accustomed to the weight of this sword, it has a headache, it can still kill the master, who can withstand this? If he is killed by his own sword, wouldn't it be ridiculous and generous.

But what is so helpless is that there is a strange old man in this sword, who is as unreliable as a pig teammate, and can directly compete with Gou Jian, but this old man is his master, can he not care? At the beginning, he was depressed for a while for this master, and even the last trace of his soul was inexplicably wiped out.

Running on the snow, the bright moonlight in the sky was suddenly obscured by dark clouds, and it was dim, and I could only hear the cold wind howling and feel the snowflakes flying.

As he hurried along, he wondered what to do next, and he still didn't have the slightest confidence that he would be able to find the divine fox clan and get the psychic fruit from them. But he firmly believes that no matter how difficult the road ahead is, he will definitely grit his teeth and walk through.

Suddenly, a blue flash of light rushed straight towards the black-hated young man on the path, and halfway up the mountainside, on top of a huge rock, stood two people, a man and a woman, looking at the figure indifferently with the posture of shaking all things.

When Mo Tear instinctively sensed the abyss-like danger, he obviously couldn't dodge, instinctively turned his head, and watched alive at the spear that shone with cold light, and his whole body was taken out of the way, and finally hit the rock, before he barely stopped.

Grabbing the spear with one hand, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, and half of the sharp spearhead in the cold light pierced into his arm, and from time to time he could still see a few drops of blood falling to the ground, blooming on the snow like a red lotus.

Mo Tear was still calm as usual, gritted his teeth, added force to his hand, pulled out the spear, threw it on the ground, and quickly fixed his eyes on a man and a woman who slowly fell down.

At this moment, there was not a trace of joy, anger and sorrow on Mo Tear's face. But it is conceivable that just now, I was still congratulating my master's thousand-year-old shit luck, but at this moment, I was hit by this sudden blow, and I instantly turned into a king who had fallen for 10,000 years.

As soon as Mo Tear stretched out his hand, Bai Yuan, who had fallen to the ground, immediately flew back to his hand, and at the same time, the spear on the ground also shook and flew back into the hand of the man wearing a mask.

Through the faint light, Mo Tear stared at the two people opposite, feeling familiar, but never remembered where had these two people met?

He always felt a sticky liquid flowing down from his right hand, and his entire arm was almost unconscious. The other party is so ruthless and fruitful, presumably this vicious battle is inevitable.

"Who are you?" said Mo Tear indifferently.

The man in the silver mask stepped forward and said hesitantly, "Son of the Destruction of the World, kill, kill." ”

Mo Tear looked at him holding a silver spear, there was a trace of sluggishness in his eyes, and he instantly thought of someone in his mind.

"It's you!" Mo Tear's eyes instantly stared at him like a falcon, and he didn't get up early.

Mo Tear did recognize him, he would never forget that rainy night, and the spear with cold light, pierced deep into Lin Xiaomu's chest, all of which was caused by the young man in front of him, if it weren't for him, Xiaomu wouldn't have been injured.

And the veiled girl behind him, he didn't seem to have much impression, for it was indeed very difficult for him to deal with the two people before them at the same time.

Chen Du and Mo Huan even entered this world earlier, but as soon as they came in, they were trapped in a deep mountain, and they finally managed to come out with all kinds of effort.

To be honest, they are not favored by God, and finally escaped from the mountains, just entered the city of no night, and everything they experienced is very similar to the people of ink tears, in a stuffy stick restaurant, they were directly knocked out by a stuffy stick with a stunt, a stick, and were sent directly to the dungeon, where they said that the experience was even worse than ink tears, and every day there were special people to take their essence and blood, and make medicine for Hetian, fortunately, their cultivation was not low, and they struggled for several months, and they were recently released.

In the cell, he noticed the fierce teenager who would be almost easy, so after being released, he did not leave in a hurry, but still hid from the shadows to observe, which was not caught by them.

"I don't want to fight with you today, so if you know each other, leave quickly, otherwise there will be two more corpses out of thin air on this snowy field. ”

Mo Tear really didn't want to fight with them, first, he was not lightly injured and was not sure. Second, the most important thing now is to go back safely with the Blood Golden Lotus, and I am afraid that there are not many days left for Yu and Ye.

The veiled woman, her eyes moved, slowly took a step forward, and said coldly, "The weather here is really cold, but it is still very suitable for killing." Rest assured, when you die, I will give you a feng shui treasure land, so that you will not be in the wilderness. ”

Mo Tear sneered, knowing that this battle of life and death was inevitable, but the feeling that this girl gave her was indescribably familiar.

Ink tears inserted Bai Yuan into his feet, quickly tore off a corner of his clothes, and bandaged the wound on the floor with his mouth and other hand, although it didn't have much effect, but at least it could temporarily reduce the amount of bleeding, something like this, he didn't know how many times he had done it in the Dark Cliff, and he should have done it so skillfully.

In the blink of an eye, his bland gaze instantly revealed a hint of ferocity, quickly fixed his eyes, grasped Bai Yuan, and raised his sword.

Chen Du also moved, holding the Tianji Weapon Tianji Spear, and swept forward sharply, and a white wave of qi set off a gust of wind and snow, rushing towards the ink tears.

Mo tear eyes are fast, his legs are glaring, his body rises in the air, and he quickly smashes the white cloud in his hand quickly, Bai Yuan just made a move, the eight hot hells were running, and a fiery red also rushed down.

Chen Dao leaned slightly, dodged the sword that had not yet been unsheathed, watched a ball of flames descend, and quickly rotated his palms downward, pulling countless snowflakes and frosts, and swayed out in the air in the morning.

The collision of flames and snowflakes quickly emerged ethereal white objects, and between the breaths of the mouth, the momentum of the extremely desolate sky fire was unabated, swooping down, and the surrounding ice and snow slowly melted, revealing the black and yellow soil, which was very muddy and slippery.

Chen Du's always dull gaze flashed with intense horror in an instant, he will never forget the scene at that time, he roared in the flames, struggling in the flames, the strong burning sensation made him almost unconscious, if it weren't for the last trace of strength, I am afraid that the number would turn into ashes and disperse with the wind.

Now in this terrifying scene, although he trembled in his heart and was a little afraid, the movement under his feet did not stop, and he dodged after getting down quickly.

The fire slammed into the ground, splashing in all directions, setting off a gust of wind, blending with the cold wind, whistling in all directions.

With one move, Mo Tear's eyes flashed quickly, capturing the figure of the masked man and fighting in the dark night was undoubtedly beneficial to him.

But Mo suddenly found that the masked woman suddenly disappeared, and in the next second, he felt cold, and a sound of breaking the air sounded behind him.

The ink tears quickly urged the Eight Heat Hell, and a trace of fire instantly spread throughout his body, rushing upward, and at the same time, the white sword light behind him flashed rapidly like a pear blossom rainstorm.

The first sword of the Eighteen Swords of the Divine Sky cultivated by Mo Huan had already been practiced to the ultimate realm, and the eighteen changes turned into one sword, and in an instant, it surged out, and the sword light instantly surrounded the body of Mo Tears, each of which was directly to his vital point.

I'm afraid she has long forgotten that Ink Tears was her favorite brother. Otherwise, it would be so ruthless.

Mo Tear's eyes were solemn, and he was not absolutely sure that his Extreme Desolate Heavenly Fire would be able to block all these surging sword moves, at least he knew that if he was allowed to continue like this, he would definitely be cut into a pulp.

The sword light disappeared silently at the moment of contact with the Extreme Desolate Heavenly Fire, and Mo Tear was overjoyed, and quickly reached out with a sound, hitting the opponent's neck.

The stunningly masked woman was very frightened, but she was not panicked, and immediately turned her sword momentum, slashed upward, and hit the arm of Mo Tear leaning out.

Mo Tear shouted in his heart, looking at this woman fierce and decisive, her moves were fatal, and she never left her hand. Thinking that he has no deep hatred with this guy, and there is no big hatred, he must be a sinister person when he does things like this.

Furious and cold, his arm instantly turned into white jade, Xuan Bing reappeared, trying to break the net with her, but he did not dodge in his hand, but reached into the opponent's neck faster.

A sword was raised, whistling into the wind, like a deep shark rushing out of the water, and hitting the white jade hand first, but what she didn't expect was that this sword didn't seem to achieve the result he wanted.

There was a slight burst of ink tears on his arm, and he didn't intend to give up his intentions, and quickly grabbed the hearty woman.

Mo Huan, who was flustered, had no power to fight back at this moment, thinking about quickly pulling away from his position, and slowly trying to figure it out. Fang may defeat the strange and demonic boy.

Mo Huan's tears flashed, and Mo Huan, who was about to win, burst into tears in front of his eyes and grabbed a void, but he didn't rush to make a move, but fell into deep surprise.

Why is the flash of the woman so familiar just now? The special luck, the special pace, seems to be the same as the tears, and the tears are suspicious in my heart.

Mo Huan swept back to the place, and there was an exclamation in his heart, this man was really weird, he was hit by Chen Du's full strength first, and he didn't die on the spot, and he still had such a counterattack at this moment, it was really strange and abnormal, looking at his moves, it could be said that there were no moves at all, but it contained a domineering spirit that killed the master indiscriminately.

They were the first to fight, and they didn't bargain with each other, but from the point of view of form, it was indeed extremely unfavorable to Mo Tear, the wound on his shoulder had already stained half of his clothes red, although he could still hold on with his blade-like will, but if the stiffness lasted, it would be extremely unfavorable to him.

Mo Huan and Chen Du also noticed this, and were not busy attacking, like hungry wolves, staring coldly at the young man who was as calm as a demon at the moment.

The heart was full of confusion, and the ink tears that were as calm as usual on the outside didn't know why, knowing that it was not good to drag it down, but he was not in a hurry to attack.