The falcon's resolute scarlet eyes finally looked at Mo Chaowan, his body trembled wildly from the severe pain, and the corners of his mouth twitched violently with blood, as if he was saying something.

But his voice was too small, Mo Chaowan lay on the ground weakly and didn't hear much, and in a trance, he saw the tall body in front of him collapse violently, and suddenly splashed a cloud of dust......

Mo Chaowan's face was miserable, his heart was like a knife, seeing Uncle Ying's tragic death, his nose was sour, and the tears of beans were dripping from the corners of his eyes, and he cried silently, and the wounds on his body were painful.

Another person who cared about her disappeared from the world......

Hua Ye walked towards her coldly step by step, with a mocking look at the corners of his mouth, looking at her eyes, as if he was looking at a humble ant.

The haze shrouded Mo Chaowan, she quickly wiped away her tears, and glared at Hua Ye who was looking down on her arrogantly with resentment, as if she wanted to poke him hundreds of holes with her eyes!

"The lowly devil has dirty the sword of this seat, and he should be killed!" Hua Ye said coldly without a trace of emotion.

"How's the devil? And what about God! If the gods are as insidious and terrifying as you, how can I be born a demon! Mo Chaowan struggled with his last strength, sneering, mocking, and roaring, as if he was venting his endless anger!

was punctured, and Hua Ye's handsome face distorted slightly.

"Sooner or later, I will trample the invincible Nine Heavens under my feet, annihilate and slaughter you damned Hua Clan!" Mo Chaowan's domineering and cold sinister way, his voice mixed with the sharp majesty of the king!

Hua Ye was completely enraged by her sharp words, his face was ruthless, he didn't care about pity and cherishing the jade, the demon devouring sword in his hand flashed with holy golden rays, the violent air waves surged, and the cold sword blade pointed at her, Mo Chaowan smiled coldly, closed his eyes and went to death righteously, he was almost killed by the sword today!

Suddenly, two deadly air currents crossed his neck coldly, and at the moment of life and death, Mo Chaowan swallowed his saliva with difficulty with fine sweat on his forehead, slowly opened his beautiful eyes, and saw that Hua Ye was taken many steps back by this huge and majestic wind, and turned his eyes intently, only to see Jun Meili's residual wind lingering in his fingertips.

He saved himself.

For the rest of his life after the catastrophe, Mo Chaowan didn't know why he suddenly wanted to hug him and cry bitterly......

Jun Meili saw the falcon lying in a pool of blood, and the ripples in his eyes dimmed a little.

The moment Hua Ye saw his prosperous beauty, his eyes suddenly widened in shock, staring at him incredulously, and his body trembled slightly.

Son of the Demon God......

Even if you become a mortal, I know you!

Jun Meili's identity is a huge shame for Hua Ye and even the Protoss!

Hua Ye thought angrily, with an extra layer of killing intent and resentment in his eyes!

When Jun Meili saw Hua Ye, his eyes became darker and deeper.

"I'm not a demon, and even if you hold the Demon Devouring Sword, you're not my opponent." Jun Meili said coldly.

Hua Ye said ruthlessly, as if he wanted to break his skin and cramp, "Whether it's an opponent or not, I will only know if I have to kill you!" ”

Mo Chaowan felt that the two had known each other before, they were natural rivals, otherwise why was the smell of gunpowder so strong between the two!

A strong killing intent permeated the two!!

Hua Ye originally wanted to use the Demon Devouring Sword to completely destroy his soul and body, but the Demon Devouring Sword did not recognize Hua Ye as the master, so it did not play the best effect, and even had no killing intent towards Jun Meili, and the Demon Devouring Sword Spirit instantly turned himself into an ordinary sword.