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"Jie Ji ......"

The white clothes were still white, and the demon was smiling, and his voice was hoarse and ugly.

He sat upright on his throne and looked condescendingly at the man who walked in from outside the temple.

The executioner who slaughtered countless people used his formation and the blood and soul of many soldiers to allow him to enter and not to leave, he could not get out, but others could come in and not be blocked.

But who will come in?

Who would want to be in the same room with this vendetta demon?

The one who comes, not good.

"'The hundred-legged insect dies but does not stiffen', is it really an appropriate saying, don't you say?"

There was no emotion attached to Mo Xie's voice, if there was one word to describe his current tone, it would be 'stick reading'.

With his hands empty, he walked all the way to the bottom of the throne, half-raising his head and staring at Pudu Cihang.

There seemed to be an eternal ice in his eyes.

"Boom. ”

Pudu Cihang just smiled, and he also looked at Mo Ye.

"That body is not for you to occupy, get out of here. ”

Mo Ye stood under the throne, and the Fire Lin Sword appeared in his hand silently.

The tip of the sword pointed directly at Pudu Cihang.

"Yes...... Yes...... Skill...... You...... Take me ...... Bang out...... Ah......h

With Ning Caichen's skin on his head, Pudu Cihang smiled heartily and laughed sarcastically.

Ning Caichen was Mo Xie's friend, at least in Pudu's eyes, he held a trump card.

After that night's death fight, he thought that he had seen through the person Mo Ye, and Mo Ye was a person who could not be ruthless to his friends no matter what.

Before the battle, there was already a desire to retreat, a feeling of forbearance, and the idea of 'what to protect from the enemy'.

Before the battle, Mo Ye had already lost half of it.

The sword in Mo Xie's hand began to tremble, and Pudu Cihang's face changed.

"Squeak!"

The piercing sound came from Pudu Cihang's mouth or from the dragon chair under his seat, and within a thousandth of a second, Mo Xie stabbed out the sword and withdrew the sword, and an afterimage was left in front of the throne by him, while his own body had flashed to the back of the dragon chair.

The white light and qi condensed on his body and did not disperse, it was sword qi, true qi, and mental power, and these three were mixed to form some kind of new product.

Sword Nineteen!

Fast.

The speed of this sword is far above the superposition speed of Sword One to Sword Twelve, and it is ten times faster than the sword of Sword Eighteen.

Mo Xie didn't know what the effect would be if the Dugu Sword Saint came to cast this sword, but he knew that this sword had failed.

He's fast, and Pudu Cihang isn't slow.

In the end, it was at the hands of Mo Xie that he had suffered a loss, and since the moment Mo Xie held the sword, the nerves in Pudu Cihang's whole body were all tense.

He rolled off the throne on his side at the last moment, leaving only the magnificent dragon chair reduced to powder.

Embarrassed, but unscathed.

The first set of rolling movements was only halfway through, and at the moment when his body broke away from the dragon chair and fell, Pudu Cihang stretched out his palm against Mo Ye's back.

A stream of black qi gushed out from his palm, and the black qi condensed into several spikes, directly hitting the vital point of Mo Ye's vest.

"Medium!"

The speed of the black thorn was very fast, and the moment it shot out from Pudu Cihang's palm, it was already behind Mo Ye.

Looking back, it's too late, these black thorns are sure to hit in the eyes of Pudu Cihang.

However, just when Pudu Cihang's mind was ready to take the next step of manipulating the black thorn that shot into Mo Xie's body, such as piercing into the meridians, bursting open, etc., to inflict secondary damage on Mo Xie, he saw a scene that made him grit his teeth with hatred.

"Snort!"

The sound of sword qi breaking through the sky suddenly became loud, and several white sword qi burst out from Mo Xie's back, and a sword qi was on a spike, and it was exactly the same.

The black thorn was shattered and turned into nothingness, but the sword qi did not stop.

The white sword qi gathered and gathered together, and went straight to Pudu Cihang, who was still on the way to roll.

"Whew!"

Pudu Cihang opened his mouth wide, and a large cloud of black qi was spewed out by him, and the black qi condensed into a barrier to separate him from the sword qi, and at the same time, he twisted his waist, and the whole person reversed direction on the way to the side, and rolled off the throne like a ball.

"Poof!"

The shield and sword qi formed by the black qi quickly collided in one place, and the sound was like a wooden stick knocking on the leather, the sound dispersed, the black shield remained, and the sword qi was gone.

Tricked.

Pudu Cihang had rolled to the ground, and he knew that he had been tricked, and two scarlet lights lit up from his eyes.

"Boom!"

He stood up, his hands tore hard in the air in front of him, dozens of wind blades echoed, and the black shield that was still on the high platform also turned into smoke and attached to the wind blade in due time.

What the wind blade refers to is Mo Xie who has already turned around.

"It's too slow. ”

The wind blades only hit Mo Ye's afterimage, and they galloped through it, and finally landed on the golden film that wrapped around the main hall, without even a ripple.

Mo Ye's voice sounded from behind Pudu Cihang, and at the same time, there was a belated sword roar and a low groan.

"Soul ......!"

The sound that was pulled and deformed by the high-speed movement contained enough meaning for Pudu Cihang to analyze clearly, and a little blood was printed from his chest.

The blood-stained white shirt is in the shape of a dragon's head.

"Zizi ......"

Pudu Cihang, or Ning Caichen's body was still convulsive and spasmodic, strands of black qi continued to pour out of his mouth and nose, and the black qi condensed above Ning Caichen's head, and a hideous shadow gradually took shape from it.

It was a centipede.

"Won't I just blow you out as you wish?"

Mo Xie's body was still bubbling with white light, and he cast two swords so fast in a row, the first sword might be better, after all, it was a ready-made move of the nineteenth sword, and the second sword was to leave an engraved mark on Ning Caichen's chest.

His forehead was already sweating, and the blood in his throat was pressed again and again.

Speaking mocking words, Mo Xie seemed to stand with his sword in his hands, looking at the black qi that was growing stronger and stronger every moment, and the centipede phantom that was condensed every second and every second, like a victor with a bamboo in his chest.

"Mo Xie...... I'm going to kill you today!"

Detached from Ning Caichen's body, Pudu Cihang spoke fluently all of a sudden, although at this moment it did not have a human voice organ.

"Oh?"

Mo Ye plucked out his ears,

"Sorry, I didn't hear clearly, you say it again?"

"I want ......!"

The size of the big centipede condensed by the black qi was already comparable to that of an elephant, but the black qi that emerged from Ning Caichen's body still had no intention of stopping, and Pudu Cihang roared angrily, as if he was going to swallow Mo Ye alive.

"Sa!"

The white shadow flashed, and this time Pudu Cihang only had time to spit out two words before he was interrupted by Mo Xie.

It was Mo Ye's sword, not the Huolin Sword, but a sword made of white qi.

The black qi between Ning Caichen and the centipede phantom was broken in response, and taking advantage of this gap, Mo Xie grabbed Ning Caichen's body and broke the other party's neck very cleanly.

"Receive. ”

There is only one fate for a person whose neck is broken, and that is to become a dead person, to become a corpse.

The space bracelet cannot contain living creatures, but it can store corpses.

Even if this corpse still has at least half of Pudu Cihang's mana.

"You're !! ahhhh

The big centipede formed by the condensation of black gas blew up its hair—although the centipede is a hairless creature—and thousands of black qi split out of its body, like a waterfall, like a meteor, like a rainstorm pear blossom.

There is no trick, no spell, only anger and the idea of killing the person in front of you to scum, primitive and violent, it is a move that trapped beasts that are forced into a dead end.