"It's you?!" Qingji immediately recognized this person who made him jealous, and suddenly his face turned white, his heart tightened, and the soft whip tightened unconsciously.

"It's me, it looks like you're doing well, it's time for you to taste some bitterness." Mo eyes narrowed, and the murderous aura around his body became heavier.

Although she knew that Bai Xiaochang's words took up a lot of water, she also knew that she would not say these words for no reason.

As soon as he thought of the hand that was almost cleared, he wanted to break this old guy into pieces.

Qingji didn't know that Bai Xiaochang had told Mo about those things, but he knew that it was impossible to leave unscathed today.

In this case, it is better to strike first.

Thinking about it, the whip in Qingji's hand swung, and with a fierce wind, it hit Mo fiercely.

Mo sneered, easily dodging the blow.

But the whip fell on a stone at his feet, and with great force, the soft whip shattered a hard stone, and the pieces of rubble flew outward, cutting two holes in Mo's trouser legs.

Feeling a slight tingling pain in his leg, he suddenly thought of the wound on Bai Xiaochang's face.

In an instant, he associated the injury on Bai Xiaochang's face with the wound on his foot.

It must have been like now, the old fellow's whip smashed the stone, and then the splinters splashed in her face.

In a hurry, Mo didn't think about it at all, Bai Xiaochang even said that Qingji wanted to take off her clothes, why did he hide it.

If Bai Xiaochang knew that Mo Yi accidentally thought wrong and added a sin to Qingji, he would definitely be crazy with joy.

He didn't have time to think about it, the spiritual power in his hand gushed out, condensing into a spear, the blood-red spear seemed to be a flame fluttering, and the power contained in it shocked Qing Mark.

How could there be such a powerful person, if this person is in the God Realm, he must be a great God Monarch!

But he is a man of the underworld.

I didn't expect that there would be such a powerful character in the underworld, Qingji didn't slack off, he dodged from under the spear, and attached the cold spiritual power to the soft whip, and with a force on his wrist, the soft whip that exuded cold air swung towards the ink.

The ink eyes were pale, and the hand that threw the spear still maintained that movement, and at this time, his wrist moved, making a whirling posture.

At the same time, a touch of spiritual power stopped the front of the soft whip, shaking the cold soft whip to pieces.

The soft whip was frozen by the spiritual power of the clear marks, and at this time, it was bursting from the end little by little, and the ice chips flew everywhere, even penetrating several trees that were hugged by two people.

Qing Scar was startled, and quickly put down the whip in his hand, and his body wanted to retreat.

There was a sudden blazing temperature behind him, and he turned around in surprise, only to see that the spear that he had dodged turned back into wisps of spiritual power, and then reunited at a divine speed, and it was the same as before.

It's just that now the head of this spear is aimed at the back of his heart.

There are dangers in front and behind, and Qingji has nowhere to hide, so he can only lean to the side to make himself suffer less damage.

With a "thud", spears and ice chips slammed into Qingji's body, spears piercing through his shoulders.

All he felt was a tingling pain in his shoulder, followed by an even more intense pain.

He only heard the sound of "thump, thump", as if adding fuel to the fire, and he jerked over his shoulder.

The spear was now unformed, but there was not a single blood coming out of the pierced shoulder.

I saw that those scattered spirits rushed into his wound first, and the strange temperature made the flesh on his wound scald, and it naturally did not bleed.