"Young man, if you continue like this, you will die, if you leave now, I will still let you live, I will do what I say, and I will never break my word!"

The people of the dark night seem to think that Xiang Mo is really difficult, and he will not be able to take it for a while, and if it is delayed for a long time, I am afraid that it will be bad to attract people over.

But Xiang Mo didn't pay attention to him, still dancing with a long pen, taking a few breaths from time to time, smiling and looking at the light around him, from time to time he was drawn a few times, and from time to time he shot a few swords.

With the use of tricks, the night man gradually lost his strength, and his forehead couldn't stop sweating.

The power of his move is not small, and the consumption is also very large, and being able to maintain it for such a long time is already considered to be his super level of performance, but why can't he kill this young man who looks very immature.

As the hours passed, he became a little irritable, and his hands were no longer as steady as they had been at first, but they were constantly shaking, as if they had been infected with leprosy, and they were shaking indistinctly.

Followed by the light tiger, and because of the owner's true qi consumption, the figure began to become blurred, and sometimes it was distorted, becoming not like a tiger.

This is a contest of endurance, and the contest is the will of the other party.

Now it seems that Xiang Mo's will is slightly superior, because his long pen is more stable, and those rays of light hurt him less.

As the confrontation continued, he gradually grasped some of the laws of light, and with the beating of the tip of the pen, his heart also moved.

Xiang Mo silently memorized the routes traveled by these rays, one by one, in his mind, and then gradually drew them into shape and kept them in his body.

He has always felt that his body is a treasure trove, for example, when he got the power of heaven and earth of the Heavenly Thunder Tribulation, and engraved it into his body as a seal, and now, when he encounters this strange seal, can he also engrave it?

Xiang Mo wasn't sure, but he wanted to try.

His body told him again that he was no longer able to support it, and that he could no longer support it, but now, there was something new and curious to study, which immediately pulled him out of the consciousness that was about to lose consciousness, and re-entered a new world, a world of imprints.

There were more beams of light in the dantian, but it was not yellow light, but thunder light, which were superimposed layer by layer, forming the appearance of a light tiger.

He didn't know that the light tiger of the man in black in front of him was not just a seal, but there were other things, but he still carved the seal without hesitation, even if it failed, it didn't matter.

As his consciousness recovered, the long pen shook like a Nine Heavens Sword Immortal, sometimes opening and closing, sometimes delicate and dexterous, blocking all the light from his body.

"Why, why!"

The man in black roared hoarsely:

"Your blood is running dry, and your will is about to collapse, but you are still not dead, you can still persevere, and you can even crush all my beams, tell me, why!"

His voice was heartbreaking, hoarse and whimpering, his mind was even more broken, and his face was hideous and desperate.

Xiang Mo didn't answer, he was burning the mark with the last remaining bit of will, his eyes were closed, his hands were unconsciously swinging his sword, and the whole person fell into a state of emptiness.

At the dantian in the body, the imprints were layered layer after layer, and after countless accumulations, a small lion gradually took shape, exactly the same as the appearance of the lion outside, but it was full of blue thunder.

He did it.

A lion took shape and came to life in the dantian, as if it had life, looking up at its owner.

Xiang Mo suddenly gritted his teeth, squeezed out the last trace of true qi in his body, and paid attention to the lion's body.

In an instant, the lion jumped up like clockwork with full strength, gradually expanded, and stretched all over the body.

For a while, the blue light was deep and dazzling, the light and shadow moved, and pieces of blue light flew all over the body like elves.

Immediately after that, a blue light tiger appeared all over his body, covering his body, although it was much smaller than the other party's light tiger, but after it appeared, it still set off a wave and raised gusts of wind.

A roar of the king of beasts roared out from the blue light tiger, and the night became honest because of its appearance, dispersing the black clouds, revealing the most dazzling moon in the sky.

As it appeared, the surrounding golden light gradually dimmed a lot, as if it was shocked by the strength of the other party, it gradually lost its luster, and gradually dissipated without a trace, and the light network that enveloped it also dissipated, leaving only the huge light tiger.

At this time, the sky has slightly exposed the protein, and the clouds are gathering on the edge of the sky, as if soaked in blood, showing a faint red.

The night is coming to an end and the morning sun is coming.

And under the reflection of the red light, in this already dilapidated area, two fierce tigers are looking at each other.

One of them is golden yellow, the other is light blue, one is tall and tall, and the other is like a teenager, petite and exquisite.

But none of them made a move, they looked at each other, releasing their domineering aura to each other, and they didn't let go.

Finally, the man in black gave up, his true qi was no longer sustainable, and if he continued to fight, he might win, but he could no longer take Qianshan Duolan away, so he could only choose to escape.

He glanced at Xiang Mo, who was smiling and intoxicated by the light tiger print, dropped a few cruel words, and staggered away.

Xiang Mo won.

He defeated this man in black, who was far more powerful than him, and won very hard, but also very proudly.

But he also paid an extremely heavy price, his blood was almost dry, and the moment his true qi summoned the light tiger, there was actually not a drop left.

Now he is just an empty shelf with no combat effectiveness, but he still won, won very beautifully, won very brilliantly, and relied on his tenacity to defeat his opponent.

One last glance at Qianshan Duolan, who was lying there unconscious, he smiled with relief, and said secretly in his heart:

"The sky, the earth, have you all seen it, I guarded the girl I guarded to Mo, I won, I won! ha......"

Everything was plunged into darkness, and he lost consciousness completely.

At dawn, a layer of white fog, covering Dianchi Lake, gradually turned into a thin veil, like a magical hand, gently lifting her veil, making Zaini blush her face.

Qianshan Duolan came to her senses, struggled for a while, and then secretly took out a dagger hidden in the sole of her shoe, separated the rope trapped in her body, stood up, and saw Xiang Mo not far away.

She hurriedly ran over and held Xiang Mo in her arms.

Looking at his scarred body, she wanted to cry in discomfort.

Then she tried Xiang Mo's snort, and her tears finally couldn't be stopped, and big drops flowed down.

Xiang Mo was out of breath and died.

The boy died here to save himself, and he didn't know anything.

She placed Xiang Mo's head in front of her, and her lips leaned gently over and kissed his lips.

At this moment, this is the only thing she can do, this is her first kiss, and it is also the best gift for this teenager.

Before they were alive, they just met in the water, and after they died, there was only one kiss, and everything became a floating cloud.

People, are they so fragile?

Qianshan Duolan looked at the sky, and the red glow that gradually rose not far away, cried.

Qu Wei didn't know when he appeared here, and when he saw Qianshan Duolan hugging Xiang Mo, he felt sick in his heart, and walked up to the front of him:

"Princess, the assassins have been driven away by us, but this is not a safe place either, let's go back early!"

"No, I'm going to stay with him, I'm not leaving!"

Qianshan Duolan's eyes were red and swollen, and she stared at Xiang Mo sadly, not moving.

"Hmph, then I can't help you!"

Qu Wei used a knife to knock Qianshan Duolan unconscious, then carried her behind him, turned his head and wanted to leave, but he seemed to think of something again, and came to Xiang Mo's side again, grabbed his neck with one hand, lifted him up, and walked away.

After a while, Qu Wei came to a small river and threw him in.

Sneered:

"Let you be nosy, this is what will happen to you!"

With that, he left here with Qianshan Dolan.

A large fireball appeared on the east side of the sky, and the fiery red sunlight dyed the entire surface of the river red, and the river flowed like a shimmering red streamer, flowing into the distance.

Xiang Mo merged with the red river, and his cold body floated silently, like a small boat, swimming between heaven and earth.

At some point, a pure white flying boat suddenly appeared in this area, shuttling among the clouds reflected red by the morning sun.

The boat was light and chic, with an attic, carved balustrades, and a huge moon on it.

It kept hovering over the river, and after a while, it found Xiang Mo floating below, and then, a long white silk fell from the flying boat, rolled him up, and took him into the boat, and soon disappeared without a trace.

"Senior sister, have you really decided to do this!"

A woman in red looked at the handsome girl in white beside her, and asked helplessly:

"Do you think this is worth it? You still have a great future, you will be successful in cultivation in the future, and you can even become the new master of our Mercy Moon Sect, are you willing to give up your cultivation like this, and give it all to this kid?"

"Yes, senior sister, what is worth it or not, I think it's worth it, how can you think so much!"

The girl in white smiled and gently stroked Xiang Mo's cheek, full of pity.

"Okay, okay, you can sacrifice your own righteousness, hum!"

The woman in red flicked her sleeves angrily and left here.

She couldn't understand the determination of the girl in white to plow.

What kind of love and resentment is unreasonable for her, a girl who grew up from the Pity Moon Sect.

In fact, the Mercy Moon Sect is indeed like this, most women do not communicate with men, all of them devote themselves to cultivation, isolated from the world, many women do not know what love is all their lives, but because of this, their Mercy Moon Sect is so powerful, and firmly occupies a place among the nine major sects, which is not to be underestimated.

Xiang Mo didn't know, but he didn't die this time.

He definitely didn't think that Xiang Li, who was separated in the cave, would rush over to save him.