Chapter 187: Fighting

"Emperor Wuchen, I remember that last time we had already decided the winner. Not only that, but this seat should have killed you that time. Is this seat mistaken? ”

Emperor Wuchen's face was covered by a white jade mask, and he couldn't see the expression on his face, but a pair of deep eyes were as calm as the deep sea that did not see the light of day.

"If you hadn't taken advantage of people's danger, would you think you would have been able to kill the deity with your skills?"

Ye Xiu snorted coldly and said, "There is no distinction between victory and defeat. The last time you lost at the hands of this seat, it was because you were not capable enough. I thought I had solved your problem last time, but I didn't expect you to be like a Xiaoqiang who couldn't be killed. ”

Emperor Wuchen didn't understand what Ye Xiu meant by Xiao Qiang, but after being an opponent for so many years, he also knew something about Ye Xiu, and what Xiao Qiang he said was definitely not good.

Emperor Wuchen was too lazy to talk to Ye Xiu here, frowned and glanced at Ye Xiu, and with a wave of his hand, a quilt appeared on the ground. He gently placed Mojiu on the quilt.

Then he pried open her mouth, put a pill in his mouth, reached out and wiped it on her neck, and she swallowed it.

Emperor Wuchen tucked the corners of the quilt for Mo Jiu before he got up and walked out of the transparent cover.

Ye Xiu was no longer satisfied with what Emperor Wuchen had done, but he still endured it for a long time and didn't make a move.

And as soon as Emperor Wuchen came out of the cover, Ye Xiu began to launch a fierce attack.

Before, because he took care of Mo Jiu, he still had reservations about his moves, but this time, because he knew that Mo Jiu was absolutely safe, his moves were many times more violent than just now.

Of course, the moves issued by Ye Xiu, Emperor Wuchen will not only suffer, he will also send a move to fight back.

Suddenly, a cloud of strange light lit up the dim sky like day.

If you look at it from a distance, the sparks from the collision of the moves are more colorful and pleasing to the eye.

Accompanied by the strange brilliance is the sound of various colors of the collision of moves.

And the original towering trees fell in batches, some were burned, and some were broken into a piece of wood residue. The weeds on the ground were swept into those halos of color and instantly turned to ashes.

There are many potholes on the ground, and there are many pits of different sizes. The earth and sand that had been swept into the light flew all over the sky, squinting like a sandstorm.

In such a fierce battle, the area covered by the transparent cover was not affected in any way. The ground is verdant, and the air smells of fragrant vanilla.

And Mo Jiu in the quilt seems to be asleep, covered with long eyelashes, ruddy cheeks, and even breathing. It's like a picture of the quiet years and the stability of the present world.

The towering trees within a radius of ten miles outside the cover fell down and burned, revealing the original color of the sky.

At first, there was a bright moon hanging in the sky, and gradually the sun rose in the east, and the moon obscured its brilliance.

The rising sun sets, the moon shows its face again, then the sun rises again, and so on, and so on, and so on, and when the third sun rises slowly in the east, everything settles and the surroundings are calm again.

On one side, Ye Xiu's face was pale and bloodless, and although there was no abnormality in his dark robe, there was a pool of blood under his feet.

Di Wuchen stood opposite Ye Xiu with his hands behind his back, and such a fierce battle did not leave a trace of embarrassment on him, a grain of dust. The moon-white robe was as clean as if it had just been washed, without a trace of wrinkles.

Emperor Wuchen is as noble as ever, and his voice is still clear.

"Night cultivation, the deity can spare your life, but there is one condition. In the future, you are not allowed to appear in front of the disciples of the deity. ”