"Little junior sister?" Mo Zhiyu was taken aback, but he suddenly saw the corners of Luo Bingqian's eyes appear like scales, and he shouted in shock, "Little junior sister! ”

"Since you have taken the medicine of the Hongtian Sect?" Tan Jian was also a little surprised, "Endure the pain of being devoured by the blood of the gods, and save your lover, but it's really ...... Stupid. ”

Tan Jian raised the Wind and Frost Sword, and the mountain wind that had already been small blew violently again, and he said coldly: "Originally, I wanted to keep one back for Xiao Shi to use as a toy, but now it's okay, I also have a reason to kill you."

A false god like you, who has been turned into a pill, should also be disappeared into this new world! ”

Tan Jian said, raised the sword in his hand and stabbed towards Luo Bingqian, this time the speed was not as slow as before, but extremely fast, as fast as the storm set off on the top of this mountain.

And Luo Bingqian was also holding the Qingxing Thorn at this time, drawing talismans in the air, and only heard a few birds, and three blue birds roared out of the snowflakes in the sky, and the momentum was not weaker than Tan Jian's sword!

And under this cliff, the wind is blowing on the two people on the edge of the cliff. Wanwan grabbed the rock wall next to her and shouted to Mo Zhiyu: "Mo Zhiyu, let go, Luo Bingqian can't be a perverted opponent, you can't save anyone if you go on like this!" ”

But Mo Zhiyu didn't care about Wanwan's words at all, but roared in a low voice: "Little Momo! ”

So the ink knife on the rock wall began to move inch by inch along the gap between the mountains upwards, but this speed was too fast, and it couldn't catch up with the speed of the battle between the two people above.

And Mo Zhiyu didn't just have this move, he shook his arm violently, and the cloak between his arm and the ink knife was shaken up by him, and he lifted him up at once, Mo Zhiyu took advantage of the situation, and immediately grabbed the rock wall above again, and now he was back to his previous position.

At this time, the sound of soldiers on the top of the mountain was echoing, and the battle between Tan Jian and Luo Bingqian had reached a white-hot point.

"Up!" Mo Zhiyu gritted his teeth, grabbed his other hand violently, and dragged Wanwan to his side.

Wanwan immediately grasped the rock wall as well, and gave Mo Zhiyu a look, and the hands of the two separated at this moment, and then each climbed upward.

But just as the two of them were about to climb back to the top of the mountain, suddenly, the mountain shook again, and the two of them almost fell back to the bottom of the cliff.

Then, Mo Zhiyu saw that in the surging wind and snow on the top of the mountain, Luo Bingqian flew out upside down like a kite with a line, and fell heavily into the snowdrift.

Luo Bingqian lost, and she lost very completely.

Mo Zhiyu was worried that Tan Jian was going to kill Luo Bingqian directly, so he hurriedly climbed to the top of the mountain with his hands and feet, but at this time, a cold air hit, and Mo Zhiyu hurriedly resisted to the side, and a cold heavy sword grazed his ears and pierced him, and the extremely cold sword qi instantly stained his ears and temples with frost.

But Tan Jian's sword is not only the ink delirium that stabs at it, but also the stabbing Wanwan, although this sword can't stab Wanwan, it can only cut off a corner of the cliff, but it still makes Wanwan fall back to the bottom of the cliff.

Mo Zhiyu immediately reflexively threw himself to the edge of the cliff and grabbed Wanwan again.

But Tan Jian was on his side, and the second sword was immediately raised again, stabbing at Mo Zhiyu!

"Let it go!" This time, Wanwan did not hesitate, stepped on the cliff with one foot, jumped away from the mountain with strength, and directly broke free from Mo Zhiyu's hand, and fell to the empty cloud on his back.

Mo Zhiyu was stunned, he opened his palms in vain, but he couldn't grasp anything.

He had seen her fall into a sea of fiery red clouds in the morning light of Heavenly Sword Mountain, when she was as beautiful as the sun, and now, this beauty was swallowed up by those raging clouds and dust in an instant, and could no longer rise.

Mo Zhiyu's eyes instantly surged with the color of gold and fire, and he turned sharply, and saw that the heavy sword surrounded by ice was smashing towards him, only half a meter away from him.

A raging wave of qi immediately rose from his body, it was a rapidly surging Yuan force, a force that was about to explode.

But at this moment, a delicate figure broke into his sight, and before he could fully burst into power, he withstood all the attacks of the Frost Sealing Sword for him, and the blade passed through his chest, and blood splashed on Mo Zhiyu's face.

Then the delicate body fell into his arms, and his hands could only open again in vain, embracing a shell that was rapidly colding.

"Heh~" Tan Jian sneered and took a step back, and his sword failed twice in a row, and he was very unhappy, and now he looked at Mo Zhiyu, and his eyes finally showed pride, "Look, you in the end, you won't get anything." ”

But suddenly, he frowned again, because he felt a strong sense of crisis, which was unprecedented, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.

He looked ahead, looked at the edge of the cliff, and looked at Mo Zhiyu who was holding Luo Bingqian's corpse. The black aura didn't know when it swirled around him, gradually overshadowing the momentum of the wind and snow.

And what was reflected in Tan Jian's eyes was a black storm. In the midst of the storm, a monster covered in black scale armor was slowly standing up, and the monster's eyes were bright red as blood.

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Hokuriku, deep in the snow-capped mountains. The Windy Nation Horse Team, which has been on the road for almost a day, is resting here.

Yun Wenruo hurriedly passed through the surrounding guards, and before he even had time to report, he opened the door of the carriage where Yun Shi was sitting, and said in a panic: "Qi Qi master, young master Tan, he ......"

Then Yun Wenruo's face changed from panic to panic, because what she saw this time was no longer Yun Shi who was calm and relaxed, but Yun Shi who had fallen in a pool of black blood.

Yun Wenruo immediately jumped into the carriage and tightened the door behind him. Then she hurried to Yun Shi's side and took out a bottle of potion from her arms and fed it to Yun Shi.

"Ahem, cough ......" potion entrance, Yun Shi quickly woke up and let out a slight cough.

"Master, how do you feel?" Yun Wenruo took out a handkerchief and wiped the black blood from the corner of Yun Shi's mouth, looking at it from her current perspective, she could see that Yun Shi's clothes were no longer smooth skin, but covered with black scale armor.

Yun Wenruo's hands trembled involuntarily, and he couldn't help but choke up when he spoke: "Divine blood...... Have you already fought back to this point......"

"Ahem...... Anyway. Yun Shi sat up from Yun Wenruo's arms, slowly stood up, and walked to his seat, "When you get to Qingqiu, the matter will be over." ”

(End of chapter)