Hearing this, although Xingtong was a little unhappy in her heart, she thought that after Shen Moli entered the Blood Sword, there was a way to die without entering or leaving, and the joy in her eyebrows and eyes couldn't help but show her face.

You must know that although the Fuxue Sword went through many run-ins 10,000 years ago, it finally made a contract with her. After forming a contract with the sword, the Blood Sword Spirit was extremely indifferent to her, it was not because she was good at studying the divine sword, and she would never have found that the blade of the Blood Sword could accept things from the outside world.

But the exit of the blade of the Blood Sword, she was nowhere to look.

In the past 10,000 years, the shape boy has spent a lot of time searching for the exit of the blade. But no matter how she looked, it was difficult to find the exit from the blade.

Xingtong didn't believe it, the exit that he had spent so much effort to find was able to find the exit of the sword with Shen Moli's momentary observation.

The Blood Sword Spirit is arrogant and cold-blooded, and has no trace all year round. Rao is shape boy is the master of the blood sword, and after more than 10,000 years with the sword, he rarely encounters the blood sword spirit a few times.

Su Ri, who was born in the Sword Sect, will show special curiosity about things related to swords. For a long time, after the people of the Sword Sect made a contract with the sword, they would be interrogated by the sword spirit to know all the secrets of the sword, but only the shape boy wanted to get the slightest thing related to the blood sword from the mouth of the blood sword.

In the cold arrogance of the Fuxue Sword Spirit, Xingtong can only practice penance day and night, in order to impress the Fuxue Sword Spirit with his own swordsmanship, so that the Fuxue Sword can truly be one with his body and mind, and dominate the world.

After 10,000 years of persistence, Xingtong has never seen much improvement in his relationship with the Blood Sword Spirit.

However, she faintly connected through the sword spirit and the sword master's sword contract, and she could feel the thirst of the blood sword spirit for the red flame.

Over the years, in the contact with Mo Ze, if Xingtong forcibly took away Mo Ze's heart with his own force, it was by no means completely impossible.

But in the ten thousand years of getting along, Xingtong has unconsciously fallen in love with such a wise man as Mo Ze.

But the blood sword was originally born for killing, and how could he feel the love and affection of the world. The shape of the child's mood changed, the blood sword spirit could not feel it, it was only in the ten thousand years of waiting, more and more that the shape of the child was incompetent.

To this day, looking at Mo Ze, who was constantly spewing red flames from his heart, Xingtong still couldn't make up his mind to take Mo Ze's life.

She just kept making excuses for herself, trying to avoid Mo Ze.

Right now, abusing Shen Moli is the best excuse that Xingtong can find.

Standing next to the sword, although Shen Moli had never touched the Blood Sword, he could already feel that there was a fierce aura surging out of the Blood Sword.

With the hot aura gushing out of the Blood Sword, along with the temperature around him, he increased by a few points.

Not only Shen Moli, but also the steward and others who were far away from the Fu Blood Sword, their foreheads were already drenched in sweat unconsciously, and their clothes were soaked with sweat.

Seeing that Shen Moli was so resolute to enter the world of the sword, his soft fingers stroked down from the back of the bloody sword.

After she changed her soul into the body of Shishan, she could no longer use her spiritual power to open the world in the blade.

Every time she lures someone or something into the world of the sword, she needs to use her own blood as a guide. However, the blade of the Bloodthirsty Sword is extremely sharp, and it can usually smash hard rocks when it comes close to some rocks. Although Xingtong was the master of the sword, he would never dare to put his hand directly on the blade of the Blood Sword.

The burning pain came from the child's fingertips. But Xingtong endured the severe pain, pretending to have a windless and rainless expression: "The blood sword is very precious, and the world inside the sword is even more rare in the world, and now I allow you to enter the world of the sword, you don't want to pollute my sword." ”

To be honest, Xingtong hated Mo Ze very much in his heart when he saw Shen Moli's affection.

Even if she wanted Shen Moli to enter the Blood Sword and be burned by the flames, she didn't forget to taunt Shen Moli a few more words before Shen Moli entered the Sword World.

Just that sentence shocked the mountains between the tapirs' eyebrows.

The emperor in his memory, although she was a little arrogant, was by no means a mean person like Xingtong. By now, the tapir can be sure that the person in front of him, although he has the appearance of a woman he has admired for thousands of years, has long since lost the inner part of his love for women.

At this moment, I saw drops of blood flowing from the fingertips of the shape boy into the blood sword, instantly causing a burst of fire to roll out from the blade, but in an instant, it had spread into a sea of fire, like a layer of fiery red twilight from the blood sword scattered, mercilessly wrapping Shen Moli and pulling it into the sword.

The boiling heat made Mo Ze suddenly think of the scene of the confrontation with the evil emperor ten thousand years ago, and the worry of losing forever made Mo Ze run towards Shen Moli almost without hesitation in an instant, and couldn't help shouting: "Mo Tong!"

A call made Shen Moli look back suddenly.

She didn't know who Mo Tong was, but she could faintly feel that Mo Ze seemed to treat her as another woman.

The sea of fire was full of water, like a huge python that swept Shen Moli into it, and wanted to swallow Shen Moli directly into the sword with its teeth and claws. Smoke filled the sea beneath the fire, covering the already narrow space with a thick haze.

In the world of fire, Mo Ze gradually couldn't see Shen Moli's figure, and he felt as if he was in the May clouds soaked in black smoke, and he might lose his way at any time.

The boundless flames seemed to feel the breath of red flames coming out of Mo Ze's heart, and they were about to retract into the blade, but they suddenly spread at the moment when everyone failed to react, and swept Mo Ze into the sea of fire and pulled towards the world in the sword.

Seeing this, the shape of the child flower pale, she was anxious to close the door of the sword blade, but despite her sword master's order, the blood sword spirit did not have the slightest intention of obeying the order.

"Mo Ze!" The shape boy stretched out his hand in a panic through the flames to grab the figure that was caught in the sword by the fire snake, but found that everything was in vain.

The man she had hesitated for ten thousand years and had never made a move, was pulled into the sword in the fierce fire of the blood sword. The action was so fast that Xingtong didn't even have a chance to regret it.

"How so?" looked around in a panic, as if he had been drained of reason in an instant, and he was out of proportion.

In the sword blade, although Shen Moli was bathed in the sea of fire, he didn't feel half of the heat when he was in the world outside the sword.

Although the red flames here are constantly bubbling upward, they are like the air outside, and they are not harmful to the people or things in it.

Walking in it is like stepping into a world made of fire. There are mountains and trees in the fire, but they are all made of fire.

Shen Moli walked in it, as if he had entered a vast and boundless place.

As far as the eye could see, there was no trace of the rock grass or the disfigured woman.

At this moment, a gloomy voice came from behind a big tree formed by fire: "Little girl, I see that you have extraordinary muscles and bones, why don't you abandon the waste sword in your hand and make a contract with me?"