Feng Jing jumped on the soles of his feet, jumped onto the trunk behind him, and dodged the silver needle.

The silver needles were all inserted into the trunk of the tree, and the snowdrift that had been piled up on the trunk shook and fell violently.

Feng Jing hurriedly jumped to the side, and saw the snowdrift falling on the ground with a bang, stepping into a big hole in the ground, and the phoenix's eyes were half-narrowed.

Mo Bai walked over slowly, "So far, can you only dodge?" What a mess, Prime Minister. ”

He deliberately bit down on the last four words, and the coldness in his eyes became thicker.

Feng Jing's thin lips were slightly furrowed, brushing away the snowflakes on her shoulders, and smiling lightly, "It's you who are embarrassed." ”

But as soon as he spoke, a mouthful of blood spilled out of his mouth.

was poked by Feng Jing's words, Mo Bai's expression became even more distorted and hideous.

But seeing his appearance of vomiting blood, he smiled coldly, "That's the end of it, your body can't bear it for a long time." ”

He looked at Feng Jing with an indifferent face, and as soon as his voice fell, the sword in his hand instantly went towards him.

The black figure suddenly rose, carrying a trace of murderous aura in the cold wind.

Feng Jing did not confront Mo Bai head-on, he squinted at the tree trunk on the side, bent his thin lips, and his slender figure flashed, avoiding Mo Bai.

At the same time, another mouthful of blood spat out.

A blinding shade of blood smeared on the snow-white ground.

But seeing that Mo Bai was about to catch up, Feng Jing gritted his teeth and pointed to the trunk of the tree on the side of his foot.

Seeing that Feng Jing had avoided him, and at the same time seeing that he was also at the end of his rope, Mo Bai turned his sword and at the same time felt the silver needle in his sleeve with his other hand.

This time, he didn't attack it head-on.

Just sealed Feng Jing's retreat with the silver needle, and at the same time rushed over from the other side, forcing Feng Jing to have nowhere to escape.

With his body now ten paces apart, it is impossible to hide from him anymore.

Seeing that Feng Jing stood in place and did not take any action, Mo Bai increased his vigilance, but at the same time, he was also proud that he had finally forced Feng Jing into a desperate situation.

Just as he did to him.

Now, Prime Minister, you just wait for a painful death.

You will have to endure all my sufferings.

A sneer suddenly rose from the bottom of his eyes.

The tip of the sword was only three inches away from that person's chest, and Mo Bai's excited face twitched at the thought that he could tear that indifferent sword apart immediately.

At that moment, something was pierced into the abdomen, followed by something wet.

Mo Bai looked at the sword inserted into his body in disbelief, and raised his eyes to look at Feng Jing with an indifferent face.

Feng Jing gasped and pulled out his sword, gritting his teeth and leaping down from the trunk.

When the soles of his feet touched the ground, he stuck his sword into the ground to support his body and prevent himself from falling.

The beautiful face has been covered with a layer of cold sweat, and the slender figure also looks a little unstable.

And Mo Bai, who was still on the trunk of the tree, was stunned, but in an instant, his eyes flashed with ruthlessness, he roared wildly, completely ignoring the blood that was constantly spilling from his abdomen, and used all his strength to go towards Feng Jing again.

He can't die!

His purpose of living to this day has not been achieved, how can he die!!!!!!!

Mo Bai clenched the sword in his hand and headed straight towards Feng Jing, Feng Jing's body was already exhausted and he couldn't use any strength.

Seeing that the sword was coming straight at him, although he dodged it, the sword was still inserted into his arm.

In an instant, blood continued to spill out, staining his snow-white underwear red.

Mo Bai smiled coldly, contrasting with the blood-covered abdomen, there was a sense of dead silence.

His thin lips hooked slightly, Mo Bai clenched the hilt of the sword, and forcefully did not score a single point into it.