Kun Huozhu's malicious words magnified the uneasiness in Pu Yujian's heart again.

With an incomparable panic, the Puchen Sword hurriedly withdrew the gradually depleted star spirit in a burst of irregularity flint.

For every sword master, although Puchen Jian felt that his efforts were extremely pale, he never gave up the rescue of the sword master. At this moment, due to the infinite panic, the Puchen Sword was slightly brute when it gathered the star spirits, and wasted a lot of star spirits that could have been recovered.

Seeing Puchen's sword like that, Kun Huozhu's heart was even more complacent. It has a grudge with the Puchen Sword, starting after the first pearl master of the Kun Fire Bead was slashed by the Puchen Sword Master.

Although the Kun Fire Bead is a notorious killer, but because the bead body is the soul torn by the original pearl master, although the connection with the master is severed, but because the bond of the master is hidden deep in it, the solid Kun fire bead is bad to others, but it is loyal to the first pearl master.

It is also because of this relationship that Kun Huozhu has always held a grudge against Puchen Sword due to the death of the first pearl owner. No matter who the Puchen Sword falls into in the future, Kun Huozhu will kill its sword master, and then compete with the Puchen Sword.

In Yu Kun Huozhu's concept, it feels that it can't be with the master from beginning to end, so it also wants Puchen Jian to taste the bitterness of this discrete over and over again.

With the unrelenting nostalgia for the death of its master, the Kun Huozhu has long been unable to contain any laughter in the world. Whether it was the smug laughter of the spring breeze of the follow-up pearl masters, or the joyful laughter of innocent people passing by, it became the most harsh sound in Kun Huozhu's ears.

The number of people killed is innumerable, so that Kun Huozhu subconsciously, he naturally takes doing evil as a matter of course.

He can't tolerate anyone related to the Puchen Sword in his eyes, and he won't easily let go of any Puchen Sword Master because the other party is difficult to deal with.

The accumulation of deep-rooted hatred made Kun Huozhu even more ruthless when he started things.

Unable to guess the downward movement of the Kun Fire Bead, the Puchen Sword only continued to slash the flint after retracting the star spirit, and took advantage of the extremely narrow gap in the flint to approach where Shen Moli was.

Grains of flint, either whole or crushed into powder, with a scorching heat that can melt copper and iron, fell on the body of Puchen's sword, staining the original bright and sharp blade with layers of scorched black.

The continuous loss of the power of the star spirit in the body, coupled with the impact of many flints, made the Puchen Sword extremely difficult to move forward.

The repeated pain was fused into the sword, and the Puchen Sword, which seemed to be an impregnable wall, became more and more difficult in the void parade.

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Puchen Jian's embarrassment at this time, and Shen Moli hurriedly shouted, "Don't come here." ”

As he spoke, Shen Moli quickly raised a stream of water, like a snake shuttling through the flint, but he wrapped the Puchen Sword in a moment.

With the sound of the flow of water, Shen Mo Li's heavenly soul suddenly heard a voice in Luan's ear: "You know that the flow of water is the last bargaining chip to save your life, but you don't care about your own safety to give it a sword, is it worth it?"

"My life is worth cherishing, and the life of the sword is worth protecting. Shen Moli replied to Luan Er's words almost without thinking.

Compared to himself who was walking quickly between the flints, Puchen Sword was indeed much more dangerous than Shen Moli at the moment. Countless flints poured on Puchen's sword, and each one could destroy the sword.

At that time when the crisis poured, Puchen Jian could only have a glimmer of life if he escaped in time. But at this time, Puchen Jian's reaction was not at all evasive.

He was rampage in anxiety, which couldn't help but make Shen Moli worried.

Because of the worry about the Puchen Sword in his heart, Shen Moli turned around sharply and hurried to the direction of the Puchen Sword while dodging the flint.

It's just that although the speed of the figure that turned into a phantus is fast, the direction of going to the Puchen Sword has already fallen into the grasp of Kun Huoshi. Evil hooked his lips, Kun flint suddenly appeared in front of Shen Moli like a ghost at some point, and a strong fist was sent to Shen Moli.

While swinging his fist, Kun Huoshi's vicious voice came: "Do you think that I will give you a chance to save the sword master?"

As he spoke, the punch that Kun Huoshi threw out with his body was already close to Shen Moli.

"No-" Seeing that the fist burning with strange fire was about to approach Shen Moli, the Puchen Sword flew towards Shen Moli desperately.

It's just that the fist that was clearly about to hit Shen Moli suddenly turned around and swung towards the Puchen sword.

With a fist that does not extinguish the fire, it collides with the Puchen Sword who has no time to turn its direction almost instantly.

The raging fire and the sword blade collided, and there was a huge grinding sound that resounded through the sky, shaking the entire sandy area as if it might collapse at any moment.

The violent shaking brought about the collapse of the sand dome, and countless sand and gravel poured down like a torrential rain, threatening to cover the entire sand area.

The sand and gravel flew into the sky, obscuring the sight of several people. In the flying sand, the Puchen Sword recovered from the impact.

He looked at the sword blade in amazement, although he was damaged, but there was no serious damage, and his heart was full of doubts.

In the face of the violent impact, Puchen Sword originally thought that in the unobstructed impact, he would be shattered by the fire fist due to the degradation of the star path. However, in the shaking of the sky, Puchen Sword was shocked that he was not damaged.

With extreme shock, Puchen Jian thought of Shen Moli again.

Although it was true that the fire fist was aimed at him, before the sand dome fell into the sand, the distance between Kun Huozhu and Shen Moli was extremely close. Puchen Jian's vision was now blocked by flying sand, and he really couldn't tell if Shen Moli was okay.

Although he was anxious in his heart, in the urgency, Puchen Jian's reason returned slightly, and he was no longer as reckless as before.

He cautiously flew forward, but he put away his breath, carefully lest he be discovered by Kun Huozhu.

In the midst of Shage's drowsiness, a white hand suddenly stretched out from behind Puchen's sword, grasping the hilt of Puchen's sword. The crisp and pleasant voice deliberately lowered the voice line, leaned to Puchenjian's side and said, "Go." ”

Although the voice was small, Puchen Sword was extremely quick to hear the sound belonging to Shen Moli. In the familiar voice, Puchen Jian's hanging heart finally let go.

Without hesitation, Puchen Jian followed Shen Moli and rushed to the exit of the sand region in a burst of shaking of the sky.

Just walking for a moment, Puchen Jian noticed that the Shen Moli in front of him seemed to be a little strange.

When a catastrophe comes, it's not wrong for ordinary people to flee separately. But Shen Moli was a member of the Sand tribe before, so he could not even care about his own life.

Although the sand is dangerous at the moment, it is not about to collapse immediately. How could Shen Moli forget those Sand people who had migrated to the depths of the Sand Region at such a critical juncture at this time, and only care about his own escape?

In terms of taking 10,000 steps back, the Demon Ancestor outside the Sand Domain was heavily suppressed, Shen Moli had long expected the danger outside the Sand Domain, so how could he throw himself into the net?