The woman in the white shirt was afraid, holding the hilt of the sword tightly in her hand, looking at Mo, indescribably shocked, in his life, perhaps he had never seen such a malicious person, 1000 years to kill the enemy, from the damages 800, which was literally not life-threatening, a pair of red eyes, more terrible than a fierce beast!

"Called...... The woman reminded herself to calm down, after all, her companion was just a light enemy, and the other party was obviously still at the level of the early stage of training, how could it be her opponent?

After a period of calm, she finally regained her confidence, and there was a hint of malice in her eyes. She practiced with all the strength of her body, and her entire sword shimmered with silver. It is magnificent.

"Oh, die! Glancing at Mo Ninghong coldly, the woman stepped forward and flew out, her body rushing towards Mo Ninghong like a silver thread.

At this time, he howled like a wolf: "Ahhh

"Dani" Once, one of his hands directly used the sword before it was broken in his chest, and he held the broken sword in his hand, and his eyes were as red as blood, which was outrageous!

Prosperity! The woman flew in a rage, and the light of the sword pierced his chest like a shuttle, and pierced his entire chest and back!

"Hmph-" Mo Ninghong ignored the pain of piercing his chest, gritted his teeth, and stared desperately! His terrifying expression made the woman's heart tremble at the moment of attack, and she lost her mind. Mo Ninghong had all the strength and blood in his mouth, and seemed to be rushing out desperately.

"Whoosh!"

Decrease!

With a crack in her skull, the woman's eyes widened and her face distorted, which made her miserable.

With a "bang", the body fell to the ground, and he didn't bat his mouth.

At the same time, Moninghong fell to the ground with fencing. His blade inflicted two deep wounds. All the bones were exposed.

What's more, in his chest, there were two large wounds that were bleeding profusely.

He lost so much blood that his eyes turned black and he immediately fainted.

The gray-haired old man could see all this clearly, and he was curled up in the corner of the table, his beard cocked, and his haggard face looked heavy.

Howl!

There was a bloody case just now, and suddenly three or four people flew around and rushed into the store, at this time, several people looked at Mo Ninghong on the ground, and suddenly startled, and their faces changed: "Little adult!"

The breath of a few people became short, don't say two words, one person hugged Mo, and Hong Kong galloped away at full speed, and a few people behind followed in volley, running away, stirring the wind and roaring, and at the same time scolding, making a hissing roar The sound spread.

"Bastard! I said we should always be on the Lord's side! You're fucking safe! Safe eggs!"

"Ahh

"To die for it?" You can't die a hundred times!"

"Don't say it, we're all at fault, let's send the little adult to heal!"

"Bang!" As soon as they arrived at the Jiuyuan Palace, several people from all over the world kicked open the door at all costs. A man ran into the yard and began to ring the bell that hung under the big tree.

For a while, all the immortal cultivation stones of different sizes in the entire Jiuyuan Mansion rushed out, and a figure turned into a flash of aurora, and the green clothes were ten thousand hairs, which was different.

Mo Yuanming looked at it and found that Mo Ninghong's breathing was very weak, so he quickly escaped and held it in his arms, his eyes were about to crack!

"Who did it-" Mo Yuanqing gritted a tooth and released the killing spirit scattered in all directions, and the temperature around him plummeted, freezing cold.

"Regiment! The Four Immortal Masters fell to the ground: "It was the disadvantage of our guards that caused the young master to be attacked by the two cultivation atmospheres......"

"Sue... Before he finished speaking, Mo Yuanming had already flown into the air, and in an instant, he took Mo Ninghong to the star cave behind the mountain, entered the cave, his red eyes, and drank three in a big gulp: "Mansion Master!" Fu's master! Master Fu!"

"Huh!" A blue figure shuttled in in an instant, with unkempt hair and a mouth covered with wine. At this point, the bearded youth, who had not shaved for many years, and whose face was slightly higher than the upper part, was still half covered by long hair, and his eyes looked at the signing, the word, wielding the unpredictable takeover of the ghost and the speed of God, and sat the ink body on the ground, and himself sat cross-legged, at the same time, the two palms gently condensed the gold of the coil and sparkled, with the warm layers of diffusing energy.

"Stop the bleeding! Mo Ding, who didn't like youth, was very calm, and took a sip of light wine, and the flustered Mo Yuanming reacted at this time, and hurriedly turned around at a flying speed, leaving Mo Ding and Mo Ninghong.

Mo Ding's face was expressionless, and as the aperture of his palm became more and more together, he gently placed it on the ink ding on his chest.

Suddenly, the glimmer of light mixed with the wound of the morning dusk, and two golden rays of light glittered on the wound, as if there was a kind of power condensing.

But the blood still leaked from the cracks in the scar little by little. "Master, here we are!" The ink was far away, and immediately fell back again, right into the hole, and then threw away a bottle of golden acid sore medicine.

The tripod quickly crushed the bottle, sucked the powder into the palm of his hand with a suction force, and then gently patted Moninghong's wound, posed for him to turn, and pressed it on his back, the movement quickly making the ink a little unreadable.

Then, as he continued to pour warmth into his body, his palms began to tremble slightly from sweat, and his brows furrowed.

Mo Yuanming clenched his fists and watched with a depressed heart, he didn't know how to help this half-step competition.

In this way, after a quarter of an hour, the ink was sweating profusely, and his forehead became more and more solemn.

Suddenly, he shuddered and saw Mo Ninghong's body sitting crookedly.

"Uh-huh... Mo Ding didn't know why, he suddenly coughed heavily, then opened his eyes, and suddenly spit out a bloody arrow! He dyed his beard red.

"The hosts! Mo Yuan was so frightened that he quickly knelt down, holding the ink tripod with his arm, only to see that the ink tripod's face was gloomy, and he shook his head, as if he had lost his soul.

"Master Fu...... Little lord he... Mo Yuanming held his breath, and felt a bad feeling for a while.

I only heard Mo Ding lamenting: "Alas...... There is no way to go back, he has all his internal organs, the sea of qi is broken, the meridians are incomplete, and now the internal organs are damaged again, directly shattered, damaged and damaged Oh my God, I have to die of Mursi... Ha ha... Hahaha......"

Mo Ding laughed bitterly, laughed and laughed, tears flowing from his eyes, dejected and heartbroken.

He stood up and walked around the corner, struggling with each step.

After a long time, the tripod began to face the wall, the tears were dry, and I couldn't get out if I wanted to, and the whole person seemed to be ten years old in an instant, like an old man in his twilight years, without fighting spirit.

And the ink is far away and clear, and when I hear the words on the ink tripod, I suddenly feel stunned, if I am stupid, it seems to move, and I will not move.

For a long time, the ink teeth were clenched far and clearly, and the fingers were clenched and pierced into the flesh, dripping with blood, and over time there was a faint pain.

He kept shaking his head and grimacing. "How so, how so?" Little master! It hurts, too."

Mo Yuanming knelt on the ground involuntarily, as if his legs were weak, and he wanted to stand up, but he couldn't.