Thunder volley.

The shadow of the sword is swaying.

Mo Yan faced the old dwarf and launched an all-out blow!

A desperate sword!

Penetrated through many defenses, and even broke through the thorny armor worn by Bufeng, and a sword pierced his heart!

Fast! Vicious! Permit!

Don't give each other any life!

The old dwarf Bufeng's eyes widened in disbelief, looking at Mo Yan who was suddenly approaching, and the terrifying long sword glowing with blue light and thunder in his chest, the blood from the corners of his lips gushed out: "You...... Your sword...... It can pierce my family heirloom...... Thorn Armor......"

No!

How is this possible!

This thorn armor is a four-grade spiritual weapon!

Four products!

It is a master of the Yuanwu period to be qualified to have the four-grade spirit weapon used; There is a huge difference from the three-grade spiritual weapon used by the cultivators of the Purple Mansion Period!

The fourth-grade spirit weapon is at least a hundred times stronger than the third-grade spirit weapon!

He really couldn't figure out how a Purple Mansion Stage monk in Moyan District killed him with a sword?

Mo Yan's Sword ...... He can't see through it......

Full of unwillingness.

A pair of eyes full of attachment to the world, and a visceral malice, left this world.

Bu Feng's body was crooked, his head drooped, he lost his breath, and died completely.

"The old monster, huh."

Seeing that Bu Feng was dead, Xiao Qinggu snorted very disdainfully, and two tubes of hot air erupted from his nose.

At the same time, carrying his beloved His Royal Highness the Demon King, he flew down from the sky and landed safely.

Zi Qianmo jumped off the dragon's back.

Her face was a little pale, and the Heavenly Demon Puppet Technique was a very high-level demon technique. For her now, forcibly urging the use is still a little reluctant, and the consumption of demon power is extremely huge.

At this moment, my body is empty, and my feet are weak.

When he landed, he didn't stand firm and almost fell.

"Be careful."

Fortunately, Mo Yan's eyes were quick, and he skipped over with the fastest speed, and with his long arms, he hugged his lover in his arms.

Soft waist.

An attacking fragrance.

All of them made his heart sway.

It's a pity that he doesn't have this charming mind now, and his lover's pale face is reminding him that she looks bad and needs care and rest.

"Next time, don't be so aggressive." Mo Yan took out her other hand and gently helped her wipe the sweat from her forehead.

She was tired.

Breathing, it's a little messy.

This made him extremely distressed.

"Not reckless."

Ziqian Mo was very persistent.

How can it be called stubborn?

But in that case, it has to be strong!

This is a battle that cannot be lost.

She wants to help him, do her best. It's as simple as that.

Mo Yan saw that she had lost her blood-colored lips, pursed slightly, and looked very stubborn, she couldn't help but feel soft-hearted again, and sighed helplessly: "Okay, good, what my daughter-in-law said is right." ”

Just follow her.

I can't bear to disobey her anymore.

Her sincerity.

How could he not understand?

He's not made of wood.

"Lean on me and rest for a while."

Mo Yan hugged her and let her lean her weight on herself, while a large hand gently stroked her hair.

He took out an elixir that replenished spiritual power and gave it to her.

Of course, this elixir was still refined by her.

The efficacy of the drug naturally does not need to be said, it is one and the same.

Zi Qianmo leaned on Mo Yan's shoulder, feeling the feeling of spiritual power cutting between his lips and teeth, his long eyelashes drooped slightly, there was no expression on his face, but he was smiling in his heart.