Mo Hansheng's face remained unchanged, but his heart was pounding.

Monk Jindan's perception is really extraordinary, the spiritual sense here is so severely limited, the other party can also detect the existence of fangs.

Mo Hansheng stared at Liu Xunfeng and said lightly: "What kind of strange power, the juniors really don't understand, the seniors are just afraid that they are mistaken, right?" ”

Liu Xunfeng's five fingers tightened again, and the murderous aura overflowed.

"Old thing, you dare?" Shui Ling'er shouted angrily and was about to step forward.

Liu Xunfeng waved his red sleeves, and a stream of blood mist drifted away, imprisoning Shui Ling'er in place.

He turned his head to look at Mo Hansheng, his eyes were cold: "Boy, you'd better cooperate honestly, the old man's patience is not good." ”

"Really?" Mo Hansheng stared at Liu Xunfeng coldly, his voice was weak and intermittent, but his eyes were not afraid, "Unfortunately, the patience of the younger generation has always been very good. ”

Liu Xunfeng's eyes were round, his murderous intent was revealed, his five fingers clenched violently, and he frantically squeezed Mo Hansheng's throat.

Mo Hansheng's face flushed again, he could barely breathe through his breath, but he still stared at the other party without saying a word, without the slightest intention of compromise.

Shui Ling'er was imprisoned by the blood mist, unable to move, her face was full of anxiety, and her eyes were filled with tears: "If you really have something for him, what treasures can be more important than life?" Big deal, when my dad comes, I'll ask him to compensate you. ”

Liu Xunfeng also persuaded: "Boy, if you stay in Qingshan, you are not afraid of no firewood, why bother not even wanting your life for something outside your body." ”

Mo Hansheng's fate was already hanging by a thread, but he was indifferent to the persuasion of the two.

He's certainly not the kind of stupid person who doesn't even want his life for money.

On the contrary, it was precisely for the sake of his life that he desperately resisted, preferring to die rather than hand over his fangs.

Today's Liu Xunfeng has already become a complete outlaw, and Mo Hansheng doesn't believe that this kind of person will keep his promise.

The reason why the other party didn't make a move immediately after getting Shui Ling'er's storage magic weapon was naturally because he was afraid of shocking the people behind her.

Once Liu Xunfeng gets the fangs containing the power of the universe in his hand, he will definitely kill people immediately, and then flee.

The fangs that contain the power of the universe can be said to be Mo Hansheng's last life talisman, once handed over, he and he will definitely die.

Suddenly, Mo Hansheng saw a flower in front of him, and a pinch of soft long beard fell to the ground.

At the same time, he felt that the force between Liu Xunfeng's palms seemed to have become a lot smaller.

Mo Hansheng struggled to look up, only to see that a large piece of beard on Liu Xunfeng's left cheek was missing, leaving only clear pores.

Liu Xunfeng noticed Mo Hansheng's gaze, and a thick killing intent burst out in his eyes.

He grabbed Mo Hansheng's palm and was about to exert force, when he suddenly felt a pain in his lower body, and unconsciously let go of his hand.

Mo Hansheng knelt on one knee and took a few deep breaths with his head down.

At that moment, a drop of blood slashed across his eyes and fell to the ground with a tick.

Mo Hansheng couldn't help but glance up, only to see that Liu Xunfeng's veil-like trouser legs had added a bit of red, and the blood flowed like an infusion.

Mo Hansheng was surprised for a moment, and then met Liu Xunfeng's frightened and stunned expression.

Liu Xunfeng had previously forcibly practiced the Blood Brake Gong in order to get out of the customs in advance, although he successfully absorbed all the power of the Blood Yin Zhi, but because he was in a hurry, it caused the qi and blood to backlash and the Yang Peak to burst.

Before, he had been trying to restrain himself from the two of them, until he finally couldn't suppress it and was completely exposed at this moment.

"Damn it!" Liu Xunfeng's face was full of grief and humiliation, and he shouted loudly, his voice could no longer distinguish between men and women, and he slapped Mo Hansheng's head with one palm.

Shui Ling'er hurriedly shouted: "Stop! ”

Liu Xunfeng looked back, his eyes were red and full of blood, and he had gradually lost his mind.

Shui Ling'er didn't know the seriousness of the matter, and scolded angrily: "You old monster who is neither male nor female, my father will never let you go." ”

This sentence was like a sharp blade piercing Liu Xunfeng's heart.

"Yikes!" He finally lost his mind completely, holding the water dragon groan, and the tip of the gun pointed directly at Shui Ling'er's throat, "Stinky girl, I want you to die!" ”

The spear was like the wind, and in the blink of an eye, he came to Shui Ling'er.

At the moment when the tip of the gun was about to pierce the throat, the body of the gun suddenly bent without warning, narrowly bypassing Shui Ling'er.

Liu Xunfeng was stunned for a moment, and then slapped his palm on Shui Ling'er's face.

At this moment, a shocking explosion sounded, and the entire barrier began to tremble violently.

Cracks were torn overhead, and a ray of heavenly light shone down, illuminating the ground.

The golden light was shining, and a three-foot long sword passed through the crack and stabbed Liu Xunfeng Heavenly Spirit.

Liu Xunfeng opened his mouth and spat out a fist-sized tortoise shell.

The tortoise shell swelled in the air in an instant, turning into a half-zhang high shield, blocking the top of Liu Xunfeng's head.

Sou.

The golden sword pierced through the shield in an instant and went straight to Liu Xunfeng's door.

Liu Xunfeng screamed, pulled back, and then stepped on his feet, and flew towards the crack above his head.

The long sword pierced into the ground, and in another instant, it rushed out and chased towards Liu Xunfeng again.

The sword light was extremely powerful and dazzling, and while Mo Hansheng was shocked, he faintly felt that this long sword was a little familiar.

Seeing that Liu Xunfeng was about to go through the crack, one foot fell from the sky.

Liu Xunfeng's eyes were horrified, and he used all his strength, but he couldn't move at all, and was trampled on the heavenly spirit by that foot and fell down.

As Liu Xunfeng's body gradually landed, the owner of that foot also showed his true face, a middle-aged man with an extremely majestic face.

I saw him snort angrily, and with a slight force under his feet, he stepped on Liu Xunfeng and fell away quickly.

Seeing that he couldn't break free, Liu Xunfeng let out an extremely sharp scream, and the blood of the seven orifices gushed out, looking quite tragic.

His belly began to swell, like a pregnant woman who was six months pregnant.

His head swooped into his collar as if it were gone.

Immediately after that, his hands and legs disappeared into his sleeves and trouser legs, and his whole body shrunk into a round ball.

At this moment, the long sword flew in, and a sword pierced through the orb.

With a bang, the ball exploded, bursting into a crimson mist of blood, which drifted across the sky.

The blood mist that permeated the space slowly approached, condensing into bean-sized blood droplets, and then forming a blood mass.

The blood mass is constantly deformed, and the blood bubbles of one fist after another are formed and burst, and the cycle repeats.

There was a scream from the blood mass, and then it bulged again, turning into a bloody hand in the blink of an eye.

The bloody hand grabbed the water dragon groan on the side, and left a phantom shadow with a slight flicker, fleeing towards the crack above his head.

The middle-aged man sighed lightly, his body fell to the ground, and with a gesture of his hand, the long sword flew back into his hand.

He snorted coldly, and pinched the trick, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the blood mass: "Go." ”

The sword came out of his hand and flew towards the ball of blood.

The bloody hand on the blood mass shook suddenly, and the water dragon chant flew out, and the target was Shui Ling'er.

The middle-aged man snorted angrily, flashed to Shui Ling'er's side, and with a flick of his sleeves, he lifted the water dragon chant out.

At the same time, the blood mass that Liu Xunfeng had turned into also successfully got rid of the long sword.

"You can't kill me!"

As the words fell, the blood mass escaped from the barrier and disappeared into the sky.