"Hmph, hubris!"

Lin Zou snorted coldly, this Mo Feng'er actually dared to rush over and attack, and he didn't even take himself seriously.

No matter how you say it, she is also a cultivator of the third turn of the Void God Realm, even if she practices the evil cultivation method, it is not something that a stinky girl of the second order of the Void God Realm can deal with.

To deal with the sword technique of the Wen Sword Sect, the common spells and secret methods in the evil cultivation method are not easy to use.

This kind of fierce sword move has to be broken with the same tough moves.

Lin Zou raised the Blood Pattern Stone Broad-bladed Sword to his chest, and at the same time urged a large amount of essence blood qi to be injected into it, and then violently shifted the hilt of the sword.

The blade of the sword rotated rapidly with the movement of the wrist, and danced out of the circular grinding disc, which was filled with red blood mist, and looked like an open red umbrella from a distance.

But there was a killing intent hidden in this umbrella, and Mo Feng'er's writhing silver snake crashed into it, and immediately emitted a series of ping-pong weapon bumps.

The silver snakes were broken one after another, and the blood-colored red umbrella that Lin Zou had opened was also shattered.

Just when the moves of the two sides were about to be exhausted, Lin Zou suddenly shook his body and suddenly released a surging blood qi, which hit Mo Feng'er's body like a tide.

Mo Feng'er left a layer of qi energy on the outside of her skin to protect her, but she still couldn't completely block the essence and blood power emitted by the Void God Realm.

Some of the red mist seeped into her skin through the qi, causing her body to suddenly stiffen and unable to control her body muscles.

Lin Zou's next wave of attacks followed, and the broad-bladed sword slashed out from the bottom up, sweeping towards Mo Feng'er's waist.

Although she couldn't see her opponent's movements clearly, Mo Feng'er already sensed danger.

Regardless of the damage to the meridians, he shouted violently, violently shaking the Qi Sea Dantian, and all the power burst out in an instant.

A silver light exploded on her body, and a trace of red mist in her pores was forced out and dissipated in the silver light.

Temporarily breaking free from the influence of blood qi, she once again raised her long sword and unleashed a sword to open the mountain.

And move sideways to the right, trying to dodge the opponent's attacks when launching a counterattack.

Lin Zou looked carefully, smiled contemptuously, and suddenly burst out of power, and the red light on the surface of the broad-bladed sword skyrocketed.

The tip of the sword emitted an arc of blood light that spun in the air, drawing a twisted human route, changing direction and passing through Mo Feng'er's left shoulder.

Mo Feng'er's left shoulder was protected by a flickering light, and then it was forcibly torn apart.

With a snap, her left arm was slashed off by blood-gled shoulders.

Bright red droplets poured out, staining her cheeks and clothes.

Due to the influence of the blood smoke released by the evil cultivators, the sense of touch and pain in the body was also greatly weakened.

Mo Feng'er only felt that her left shoulder was empty, and then the pinprick pain hit quickly.

She knew that she had broken her arm, but now that the evil cultivator had just made a move, it was just the time between attack and defense.

He must open the mountain with a sword and slash out, and strive to severely damage the evil cultivators.

As long as you hurry up and kill the evil cultivator, and then pick up your left arm and bandage it, you can still catch it when you rush back to the Qianyun Sect Post Station within a day.

She gritted her teeth and insisted, ignoring the blood gushing from her left shoulder, and poured as much energy and the power of heaven and earth as she could into the sword body.

The long sword fell, and a sword opened the mountain and used it again.

At a distance of only two zhang, the silver crescent moon smashed through the blood qi on Lin Zou's chest and slashed him diagonally.

"It's successful, this time the evil cultivator is dying if he doesn't die, hurry up and get rid of it. ”

Mo Feng'er's spirit was lifted, and she rushed up to stab the evil cultivator's head with her sword.

Who knew that her right wrist was firmly clasped, and then a strong force attacked, and the long sword in her hand was snatched away.

How so?

I obviously sensed that the sword move had split the evil cultivator into two pieces, why was this evil cultivator okay, and he could still take away his long sword?

Mo Feng'er couldn't think of a reason, but she knew that she might not be able to escape this disaster today.

There is no blade on his body, and when he hears the sword move of the Sword Sect with his bare hands, the power will be greatly reduced.

His left arm was also severed, blood gushed from the wound, and his qi and the power of heaven and earth were constantly draining from the meridian gap.

The strength is weakening, starting to fall from the second order of the Transformation God Realm, and it will soon fall below the God Realm.

Suddenly, she felt something strange in her abdomen.

It was a long sword that pierced the body horizontally, this position is the main vein of the abdomen, is the evil cultivator trying to bleed himself?

Before she could think twice, the sword was drawn from her abdomen, and the warm liquid gushed wildly, and she was kicked to the ground.

It's so cold, it turns out that blood loss is this feeling.

Due to the rapid loss of blood, the effect of the blood smoke spell in the mine weakened, and the body felt that it had temporarily returned.

Severe pain hit her abdomen and left shoulder, making Mo Feng'er gasp.

She saw a fiercely dressed man standing in the red smoke in front of her.

The man was holding his long sword, which was still dripping blood.

He didn't have any scars on his chest, and it seemed that his last counterattack just now was unsuccessful.

Lin Zou lowered his head and stared at the woman in the pool of blood, his strong and beautiful face touched him a little.

He shook off the blood drops on the long sword and said, "Do you know the result, and the last words?"

The blood in Mo Feng'er's body had gradually dried up, and only the last bit of penance was left, supporting her consciousness.

Hearing the evil cultivator open his mouth to ask himself, Mo Feng'er showed a reluctant smile: "Remain...... Yes, yes or no...... Not for you.

Can...... It's a pity that I ...... I'm sorry...... My fiancé, no ...... Can't finish the whitehead...... The vow of the old man ......"

Lin Zou narrowed his eyes, Mo Feng'er was really infatuated with Mo Junrong.

It's a pity that she doesn't know that death is the most valuable thing in Mo Junrong's eyes.

Forget it, since this is the case, don't tell her the truth, lest you die with a grudge.

Lin Zou swallowed his saliva and asked in a deep voice deliberately: "Who is your fiancé, I will write to him to tell him about it." ”

Mo Feng'er's pale face showed a hint of mockery and abuse: "I...... My fiancé is ...... It's a demon envoy, a great ...... Big Hero Mo ...... Mo Junrong.

Sooner or later, he will ...... Will it be for me...... Avenge. ”

Saying this with all her strength, Mo Feng'er could no longer support her body, and her head fell heavily to the ground.

She remembered the golden red rope string on her wrist, and in the gradually fading vision, Mo Junrong's figure slowly emerged.

Mo Junrong was wearing a big red flower on his chest, and he was reaching out to invite himself,

seems to be saying to himself: "Feng'er is ready, let's go to the church......"

In the Demon Punishment Hall of the Wen Sword Sect, Mo Junrong claimed to be unwell, and he was alone in the dim bedroom behind the main hall.

He sat at the plain wooden table, quietly looking at one old letter after another, the handwriting of the letters was familiar and unfamiliar, all of them were from Mo Feng'er's hand.

There was an oil lamp on the wooden table, and under the lamp was a string of gold and red ropes, exactly the same as the one on Mo Feng'er's wrist.

Suddenly, the flame of the oil lamp shook violently, and then became more and more unstable.

Eventually, the lights went out, and a wisp of green smoke slowly rose, and it dissipated three times around the beam.

Mo Junrong slowly closed his eyes and sighed: "You and I have a skin-to-skin relationship, but we don't have the life to grow old together, it's a pity that it......'s a pity."

With a sigh, he took out the string of gold and red rope under the lamp base and re-lit the lamp.

Put the old letters carefully in a wooden box and put them away.