Anyone who sees this scene feels that the young man on the cliff is pitiful, and after death, he will be hung on the cliff and his corpse will be exposed to the wind and sun, and he will not be able to rest in peace.

But the person who hangs is the rest of his life, a man who can't die.

As if sensing someone approaching, he opened his eyes weakly, and when he saw that it was Mo Wuji, he closed his eyes in boredom.

This person hadn't been here before, and after he had nailed himself to this cliff with a black moon gun, he would always come every once in a while, as if he was very proud of his masterpiece, and with a smile that he hated, he watched quietly and did not speak.

The rest of his life clearly knows the horror of this man, from the inconspicuous son who needs to ask for help, to today's monstrous strength, turning his hands into clouds and covering his hands into rain, the rest of his life doesn't know what happened to this man.

What he knew was that when the steel spear that had just been a close friend passed through his chest, the pain in the cone was a real cone, and the steel spear passed through his heart, if it weren't for the immortal matter that kept sewing up his heart, I am afraid he would have turned into dry bones.

But to live, he has to endure this pain until the pain gradually numbs, and his heart gradually numbs.

It's not that he didn't think about whether there was someone to save him, or not to save him, to give himself a happy, fast death, he seemed to have forgotten, killing him seemed to be more difficult than saving him.

Today's Mo Wuji was different from usual, he spoke.

"I'll show you a good show. ”

Yu Sheng opened his eyes again, glanced at Mo Wuji, and lowered his head again, he wanted to respond, but he didn't know what to say, so he had to hang his head again to make his appearance look more desolate, maybe in this way, he wouldn't come to tease himself.

But then, he couldn't help but open his tired eyes, and it seemed that the man's good show had begun.

The hidden guard appeared from Mo Wuji's side without warning, and the short sword in his hand stabbed steadily into Mo Wuji's throat, with a dark light, thrilling.

The unprepared-looking man glanced coldly at the man who suddenly appeared, as if he was not at all aware of the sharp blade that was about to reach his neck.

The next moment, the dagger could not move, as it was firmly pinched by two slender fingers.

The hidden guard was shocked, abandoned the sword, and his figure retreated far away, just now, he felt a huge crisis, the man was no longer harmless to humans and beasts, but more like a wild beast.

The hidden guard pressed his body lower, just for a moment, in a cold sweat

It had soaked through his clothes, and there was a chill behind him.

Mo Wuji didn't look at him, but turned his head to look at another place, where he didn't know when there was suddenly another person.

"Sir, are you still so impatient?"

Mu Ming didn't answer, he didn't know what to say? I haven't seen him for many years, so he asked for warmth? No, he came to kill him.

And Mo Wuji was not surprised by his arrival, and obviously had already expected his purpose.

Knowing Mu Ming's purpose and being here alone, in addition to his boldness, all Mu Ming could think of was that the former friend in front of him also wanted his own life.

This is the sadness of troubled times, you never know who will be the next person to fight for your life.

It is impossible for silence to exist forever, Mo Wuji waited for a while, and seeing that Mu Ming had no intention of speaking, he said:

"Well, since Mr. is in such a hurry, let's just start directly. ”

Mo Wuji said so calmly and calmly, as if the old friendship was really not worth mentioning in his opinion, and at this moment he could only ask for his life.

Maybe this is the best, knowing that it must be a fight for his life in the end, who will show those beautiful words.

Mo Wuji was looking forward to it, expecting Mu Ming to surprise him, and the unity against his current realm, no matter how you look at it, it is not a fight, but like a self-deprecating and boring masochism.

But although the Mu Ming he knew was fighting, it was also based on a glimmer of hope, and he was looking forward to where this glimmer of hope was, so much so that he didn't look at the hidden guard from beginning to end, as if the killers whose realm was still above Mu Ming were far less important than Mu Ming.

Mo Wuji made a move, the demonic energy was rolling, and the bright sky gradually dimmed because of him.

Mo Wuji didn't leave his hand, and came to Mu Ming with his strongest posture and strongest attack.

And the young man who was about to be destroyed by him was indifferent, Mo Wuji couldn't even see any fluctuations in his eyes, as if what appeared in front of him was just a person bent on death.

Mo Wuji suddenly felt bored, and his demonic aura became even worse, he didn't like this kind of lifeless eyes, high up, but like humble to the dust.

After all, the punch that was about to crush Mu Ming stopped, and it was not Mo Wuji who took the initiative to stop.

The two of them were close at hand, and there was a gap in between, and Mo Wuji's fist was pinched in his hand by a phantom, and through the phantom, Mo Wuji saw less

The color in Nian's eyes is no longer indifferent, there is a hint of surprise, and there is a hint of nostalgia.

With the young man's sight, Mo Wuji saw the most beautiful face he had ever seen in his life, the face was beautiful, so beautiful that it was illusory, but it was an illusory face.

Is this your glimmer of hope? Mo Wuji has set his mind, then I will crush this glimmer of hope.

The mountain wind was cold, Mo Wuji looked up to the sky and roared, his face was full of hideousness, and the demonic aura that soared into the sky could feel a shocking breath even if he looked at it from a distance.

However, the illusory shadow was still expressionless, the slender hands were intertwined, the brilliance emerged, and the surging aura blew Mu Ming's clothes.

Mu Ming sighed, his plan was about to run aground.

When he was in the Snow Mountain, the disciple's phantom had saved him once, but in his impression, the phantom never took the initiative to attack, and only protected his thoughtfulness.

At that time, the Lord of the Snow Mountain fell in response to the sound, and it was only because of his own power of the shock.

Mu Jing wanted to defeat Mo Wuji, or even kill him, the only thing he could rely on was this phantom, but the phantom without the ability to attack couldn't kill people, and he couldn't even defeat people.

What was supposed to be a glimmer of hope turned to despair in an instant.

He stole a glance over at the guard, nodding his head without a trace. Signaling that he could do what they had agreed upon.

Mo Wuji attacked tirelessly, and the invasion of demonic energy made him look like two people in peace.

If his strength improves too quickly, he must not use normal exercises and methods, and often abnormal exercises and methods will pay a price.

So Mo Wuji, who fell into madness, didn't notice that the figure he had never seen was illusory for a while, and he lost his tracks.

Probably Mu Zixi didn't think that her master didn't want to flee when facing an invincible and powerful enemy, so she only gave the phantom the most powerful guardian power.

But with a powerful guardian force, one day it will be breached, and the phantom will not always be visible in front of people.

Therefore, everything was so coincidental, the phantom disappeared without warning, Mo Wuji's fist slammed into Mu Ming's body, it seemed that everything was redundant, it seemed that the phantom had never received that punch from the beginning.

The pain of his body being torn, Mu Ming wanted to cry out in pain, but was finally pushed back into his mouth by the cold wind around him.

Mo Wuji punched Mu Ming seemed to calm down from his madness, motionless, watching his figure farther and farther away, like a kite with a broken string.