At the moment when they pounced, the horror in Mo Zixiao's eyes disappeared, and instead they were surprisingly calm and murderous in the face of the enemy, and the next thing that greeted them was a thunderous blow!

A gleam flashed out of the corner of his eye, aiming at the location of the weapon, plan, ready to carry it out!

With his right hand, he quickly took out a dagger from Wang Dongyang's waist, sent it backhand, and stabbed it into the heart accurately according to the inertia of his forward rush.

Without mercy, he didn't even look at him.

He opened his mouth, his face full of unwillingness. Blood poured from the wounds, staining his shirt red. He wanted to remind his teammates not to be deceived by Mo Zixiao's external weakness, but he no longer had a chance.

He lightly clicked on the acupoints of the three people in his left hand, pulled out a white long sword from the workshop, went around the back of the five people, and cut off their heads without hesitation. The blood flowed like a pour, and her figure flashed, avoiding the baptism of blood.

The clouds are flowing smoothly, and the coherent movements make Xiao Qi extremely frightened. With such a skillful and experienced action, he can't use it handily with one hand, but Mo Zixiao can use it with both hands!

Now that I think about it, is she really the straw bale five miss before?

It's just that he didn't know that the fifth lady had been replaced with an inner core, and the current Mo Zixiao was no longer the one she used to be. She is a peerless killer with extraordinary talents, and killing people is, in her opinion, commonplace.

She had been trained to use a variety of weapons before, each of which could kill without blood, but the best thing was the long sword.

The original owner also seems to love the long sword, so he asked his grandfather to build it for himself to use. It's just that since Mo Zixiao became a waste, it has never been unsheathed. If it weren't for Mo Zixiao's meticulous observation, it would really be impossible to find the long sword sealed in the dust. Now it seems that it is not ordinary! Even Mo Zixiao in his previous life had never used a spiritual sword.

Grandpa, that's so good to him. This made Mo Zixiao invisibly close to Mo Hairi, and her impression was much better all of a sudden.

It seems to feel the strong murderous aura of the master, no longer the kind of weak and incompetent retreat, the sword body trembles slightly, and seems to be excited about the rebirth and nirvana rebirth of his master. Coming into contact with the thick breath of blood, the light became a little brighter.

At this time, Mo Zixiao's murderous aura was the real outward, that kind of bloody and brutal, cold and bloodthirsty, with a strong killing intent swept towards the only two left. In an instant, it swallowed up all the thoughts in their hearts. I just felt that my brain was blank and I stood still. Or rather, they don't even have the courage to pull their legs.

Although Xiao Qi has a strong martial arts, he is not good at killing, so he naturally feels frightened.

Xiao Qi looked at her, but he didn't feel that Mo Zixiao was terrible, he only felt that he seemed to have subconsciously been attracted to her invisibly, and gradually, he looked a little stupid.

The white dress danced lightly in the wind, like a gust of wind, like a butterfly flying among the flowers, dancing, killing people like hemp but he couldn't afford to have a trace of fear.

The pungent smell of blood filled the surroundings of several people, and only then did the two of them react, and their eyes when they looked at Mo Zixiao suddenly changed, full of fear, and even a trace of despair.

Mo Zixiao seemed to have known it for a long time, and the next second they just came to their senses, they started her next wave of attacks. Don't give your opponent a chance to breathe.

The speed of the explosion in an instant even Xiao Qi couldn't see her figure clearly. Long fluttering hair brushed past his ears, and a beautiful side face was vaguely visible. That side face, it seems to have been seen before, it's just ...... When have you seen it? Every time he thought about it, he felt a piercing pain in his brain, devouring the memories he had just surfaced. It seemed reluctant to remind him.

It was a feeling he had never experienced before, with a hint of hazy beauty.

It's just that he understands that this is not the best time to pursue the matter.

Now, it's a moment of life and death.

Whether to live or die is decided in the next second.