Time returned to the shore of Linghu Lake, and after Wang Mo struck the mask of the black-robed man with a blow of the fruit knife, he found that this guy had a woman's face. And the skin is white and beautiful, with small and pale pink lips, a straight and slender nose, and a pair of eyes like willow leaves that flash green at night, and they are surprisingly beautiful.

"Sure enough, it's the Chang family. Wang Mo said, "The eyes unique to the Chang family are like real poisonous snakes in the dark night, I sometimes wonder if the old ghost of the Spirit Sword is from the Chang family, why are his eyes so ugly?"

"He's ugly. The black robe nodded, rarely agreeing with Wang Mo's words. "Now that you've seen me, I have nothing to hide. Let's get to know each other formally, my name is Chang Yixin. ”

Chang Yixin's voice is no longer as hoarse as a man before, but has become a cold woman's voice. "Do you know the Shura Sword Master...."

"I don't know, you're not my opponent, go back with me. Even if you don't like those bastards of the Spirit Clan, you still have a family in the Chang family, and two of them are still your brothers and sisters. Wang Mo interrupted the other party and said.

Chang Yixin ignored Wang Mo's words, and finished what he just said, "You are my idol!" As soon as the words fell, Chang Yixin once again killed Wang Mo.

"Damn, I'm your idol, and you're still doing this to me?"

Chang Yixin didn't use the black mist to wrap his body, but his speed was even faster. Almost instantly, the jet-black short sword stabbed at Wang Mo's throat, and Wang Mo put the fruit knife in front of his throat, as if an extra short sword was on top of the fruit knife out of thin air.

The strength is also greater than before. Wang Mo muttered in his heart. Chang Yixin did not leave as usual, but pressed against Wang Mo's fruit knife and continued to push forward. At this time, the two were close, and Wang Mo found that Chang Yixin's skin was also super good, and his skin was as white as porcelain.

Chang Yixin's narrow eyes narrowed slightly, staring at Wang Mo in front of him, and said coldly, "Because you disappointed me too much, idol!"

Wang Mo only felt that the other party's strength had increased a little more, and the fruit knife in his hand had begun to tremble slightly. My wrist hurts a little, and this knife is going to be scrapped if it goes on like this.

Helplessly, Wang Mo could only retreat, Chang Yixin saw that the other party was about to retreat and twist his waist, only to see a black shadow flickering below, and it turned out to be her long legs thrown over like an iron whip, and the speed was so fast that there was almost no shadow in the dark night. However, it was also a vacant block that often threw his legs, Wang Mo took off the opponent's short sword, and then raised his arm to block the opponent's whip leg.

With a crisp sound, Wang Mo took five or six steps backwards to the side and back before stabilizing his figure.

"Idol, are you old? Or do you no longer have the heart to fight? Now you are not at all like you who used to be on the battlefield. Let those Xiluo people call Shura because of fear, are you such an old man who can shake his hands with a small broken knife now?" Chang Yixin became more and more excited the more he spoke, and later Wang Mo could hear the dissatisfaction in the other party's tone.

"You said it, I'm not an old man yet, I'm only in my forties and in the prime of life!" Wang Mo protested in a low voice.

"Where is your focus!" Chang Yixin was a little broken, she raised the short sword in her hand and stared at Wang Mo and said, "I want to surpass you!"

"Why are you surpassing me? I didn't say what kind of Shura I was, and I was a Sword Saint. I'm just an ordinary person. ”

But no matter what Wang Mo said, it was useless, Chang Yixin's sword arrived again. And this time, the other party is still far away, Wang Mo can clearly feel it, and the other party has magnified his moves!

A cold and gloomy completely surrounded Wang Mo, Wang Mo only felt as if he was isolated at this time, isolated from this world, and here he was only facing the sword in front of him.

No, it shouldn't be said to be a sword. At this time, in the process of Chang Yixin's continuous advancement, layers of black mist emerged, converging towards the short sword in front of him, and when he came to Wang Mo's body, he turned into a monstrous snake.

"Black Snake Devouring!"

I don't know if it's an illusion or what, at this time, Wang Mo's eyes only felt that the world around him had become pitch black, as if he was not standing in the place before. And the figure of Chang Yixin in front of him also disappeared, and was replaced by a monstrous black python. The black python's eyes were slender and cold, glowing with a cold green glow.

Standing in front of it, he looked extremely small, and the black python stared at Wang Mo condescendingly, as if Wang Mo was already a meal in its mouth at this time.

With a hissing roar, the black python opened its huge mouth, revealing its fangs and devouring Wang Mo below! The white sword robe on Wang Mo's body kept fluttering backwards, Wang Mo nodded secretly, and then stabbed the fruit knife in his hand upwards.

With a crisp sound of !!!, the black python dissipated, and the endless darkness around it disappeared. Wang Mo was still standing in the same place, he held one hand forward and upward, and in his hand was an ordinary fruit knife.

The collision with the fruit knife was a pitch-black short sword, and above the short sword was a long-haired beauty in a black robe. At this time, there was a trace of surprise and unwillingness on the beauty's face, she didn't expect that her most proud sword was easily blocked by this guy who looked no different from an ordinary uncle.

"Blocked?" Chang Yixin shook his head secretly, where is this blocked?

Without any sound, Chang Yixin's figure flew straight behind him, and then fell heavily into the distance. And her short sword also flew out of her hand in the process, cracking in the air inch by inch, and fell to her not far away, turning into a wreckage.

Wang Mo rubbed his wrist, shook his head and said, "It's too painful, it's too painful, just go back and put on the plaster." ”

Then he walked to Chang Yixin and asked tentatively, "Hey, are you okay? Don't be stupid, come with me to your family." No matter how you say it, your family is important, and your people are very worried about you. It's just that they can't go out, so they asked me for help. ”

"Family, worried?" Chang Yixin struggled to support his body and half-sat up, looked at Wang Mo and said, "I don't have a family anymore, and I don't think those guys are still spirit clans." ”

"Why not? They're serious spirits. Wang Mo said puzzled.

"The Spirit Clan is a clan that follows the Spirit King and takes it as their mission to protect the stability of the Han Land. And those guys chose to shrink back at a critical time, they are the shame of the spirit race. Chang Yixin gritted his teeth and said.

"Well, you can't say that. Only by preserving the living force can there be a future. ”

"Oh, that's the most weightless thing that comes out of your mouth, isn't it?And what did you fight for?What made you throw your life away?"

When asked by this, Wang Mo was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and said, "It's all said, I'm not the one you said." ”

"Self-deception. And it's really disappointing that those guys are happy to live under the rule of the Xiluo dog now!" Speaking of this, Chang Yiyi stood up with great difficulty, glanced at the broken blades next to him, and said with a gloomy expression, "I didn't expect you to have such power, but why are you willing to live under the rule of the Xiluo dog?" Why don't you resist?"

"Revolt against what? Life is good now. ”

"Life is very good..... seemed to be angered by Wang Mo's words again, and Chang Yixin's eyes were even colder than before. She slowly pulled out the broken wooden sword wrapped in rags from behind her, and stared at Wang Mo with her eyes.

"This is the legendary Spirit King Sword? It's a broken wood sword. Wang Mo looked at this legendary object of the Handi people and didn't have much interest.

"I must surpass you, I will become a real Shura and drive those invaders out of this country!" Chang Yixin said with a firm gaze.

"Well, ambitious. Wang Mo nodded and said.