Feng Jiuwu felt a little speechless when he heard the voice of the ink-colored sword, in the cultivation realm, nothing is fair or unfair, the strong are respected, and the weak are cowards, this is an eternal truth, no one can understand, and no one will understand why.

The ink-colored sword was stunned, and some didn't understand why he wanted to talk to Feng Jiuwu about this topic, it didn't need to say so much at all, just do it directly, no, just move the sword body, there is no need to be blind here.

After thinking about this, the ink sword didn't talk nonsense, and fought directly with Feng Jiuwu, Feng Jiuwu is not a vegetarian, seeing the ink sword stabbing at her, she didn't speak, she started to fight with the ink sword directly, with a non-stop way of fighting, she knew that either she would lose, or this thing would lose, and the two of them would only be able to live alone, then she hoped that she would kill each other.

The ink-colored sword could also have a draw with Feng Jiuwu at first, which showed the way Feng Jiuwu fought, and it was also a little scared, wanting to avoid Feng Jiuwu's attack, but it still knew that it might not be able to deal with this woman.

The sound of fighting in the cave was a little loud, Mo Yuan didn't hear it, just because he heard it, he was a little worried, compared to the one inside was his daughter-in-law, Mo Yuan raised his hand and rubbed his temples that were a little painful, and looked at the entrance of the cave that kept making noises, he suddenly felt that he was a little useless, a big man, and a woman's protection, he was probably the first one, although he was quite happy that his daughter-in-law treated him like this, but as a man, there are still some macho men, He felt a little ashamed.

Bang, there was a loud noise in the cave, and I don't know why, a large boulder fell from the mountain wall at the entrance of the cave, and the stone smashed directly into the entrance, blocking a third of the hole.

When Mo Yuan saw such a scene, he was shocked at first, and then he wanted to stand up, but thinking of the fact that his daughter-in-law didn't like someone to trouble him, Mo Yuan instantly calmed down, his daughter-in-law was so temperamental, he didn't know how to say it.

The ink-colored sword shot towards Feng Jiuwu's face again, and the look of wanting to kill Feng Jiuwu thousands of times made Feng Jiuwu raise her eyebrows, she was also speechless about the inadequacy of the ink-colored sword, obviously she had reached the limit, and pretended to be able to kill her, which was really funny.

Feng Jiuwu tugged at the corners of her lips slightly, and after the inky sword saw Feng Jiuwu's expression, she became even more angry, and it felt that Feng Jiuwu, a woman, was looking down on it, so it showed that disdainful expression.

Became even more angry, the ink-colored sword directly turned around and flew towards the entrance of the cave, Feng Jiuwu thought that the ink-colored sword could not be beaten at first, and planned to escape, but when it was seen that the trajectory of the ink-colored sword was a little wrong, Feng Jiuwu's pupils shrank slightly, and he was almost frightened, damn it, he actually flew towards Mo Yuan.

Feng Jiuwu quickly jumped out of the cave, just when the ink-colored sword was still a little distance away from Mo Yuan, Feng Jiuwu rushed behind the ink-colored sword as fast as she could, as long as Feng Jiuwu stretched out her hand, she could grab the hilt of the ink-colored sword, but before Feng Jiuwu and the ink-colored sword reacted, Mo Yuan, who was sitting on the ground and was a little confused, directly stretched out his hand and grabbed the sharp tip of the ink-colored sword, if someone else grabbed the tip of a sword like that, it would definitely be an insult to a sword.

And the inky sword felt that people were deeply malicious to it, making it want to cry inexplicably, knowing that it would not provoke the couple, it was simply, so that it was a little broken.

Tick, tick, a trace of blood flowed out of Mo Yuan's hands, staining the brown ground, and the air emitted the smell of these different smells, making the people or things present seem to be frozen, and they are forbidden to move.

The inky sword seemed to smell a very familiar smell in the air, a very familiar smell, and that smell, even after a long time, it had no intention of forgetting.

"Master, are you my master?" The ink-colored sword handle fell on Mo Yuan's left hand, holding the left hand with the tip of its face, it was incredible, wasn't it? It also felt incredible, and went around and around, but it didn't expect the master to be in front of it, and it almost had killing intent towards the master, and almost killed the master.

This is the way the ink-colored sword never thought of meeting, since the master is here, could that woman be Feng Zun? Oh my god, I'm scared to death, it actually dares to do it in front of Feng Zun, if the master and Feng Zun have recovered their memory, then does it have to go back to the furnace and rebuild.

Mo Yuan and Feng Jiuwu were stunned, and just when Mo Yuan wanted to shake the ink-colored sword in front of him open, the ink-colored sword suddenly emitted an inky light, and the light was a little dazzling.

Mo Yuan and Feng Jiuwu couldn't help but close their eyes, Feng Jiuwu couldn't help but think of something in her heart, the corners of her lips pursed, and she opened her eyes quickly, only to see an ancient pattern appear on the ground of Mo Yuan and the ink-colored sword, just she knew what that pattern was, and after knowing it, her whole person became a little irritable, damn it, she actually let this ink-colored sword have bad intentions.

But Feng Jiuwu thought about it again, it was a soul contract, a contract where the master lives, it lives, and when the master dies, it dies.

The soul contract is also a very domineering contract, which means that the other party cannot have a soul destroyed.

The ink-colored sword is determined to have a soul contract with Mo Yuan this time, anyway, it doesn't care, if the master dies, it will die, the previous contract between the master and it was also the master-servant contract, at that time it didn't have much intelligence, and it was deceived by the master into a master-servant contract, and the master of the war at that time could cancel its contract, and now he has to be with the master in life and with the master in death.

Mo Yuan was very confused, he was in the middle of the contract, his eyes widened, and he looked confused, what is the situation, how does he feel that he seems to have some kind of connection with this thing? But he didn't know what the connection was. It just felt weird, and he wanted to get rid of that connection.

The ink-colored sword feels that it can't support it, this thinks it's its unreliable master, 100% yes, only the master will do such a boring thing out, and it's still resisting its contract, really, the emperor is not in a hurry The eunuch is in a hurry, if it has an entity, it feels like it has to go away with one to show the master, even if the contract is completed, the damage to it is really not ordinary.

Feng Jiuwu couldn't stand it anymore, and whispered to Mo Yuan, "Don't resist it, relax, it won't hurt you......"