The man, with a slightly cool and strange breath, took her into his arms, and his voice was low: "Allure, I'm late......"

When Mo Xiaomo saw the comer, he hid a slight loss in his heart. Looking at Mo Hua with a pair of peach blossom eyes, he looked at her affectionately, and was a little uncomfortable: "Mo Hua Shenjun? How did you get back here? Haven't you been feeling sick lately? ”

Glancing at the resistance and inexplicable loss buried deep in the woman's eyes, Mo Hua's hand holding Mo Xiaomo tightened slightly. When he landed on the bank of the blood pool, he stroked Mo Xiaomo's messy hair, took off his moon-white robe, and draped it over her. chuckled, and said with some self-deprecation: "I just want to ......" Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Mo Xiaomo's exclamation: "Be careful~!" Behind you~"

The old demon of the Blood Demon is so shameless that he actually engaged in a sneak attack!

Mo Hua's body shook slightly, and he took Mo Xiaomo to dodge away, but he was still cut through his sleeve robe by the red blood blade and injured his arm.

"Allure, this blood demon is very difficult to entangle, you go first. I'll be right later! The words fell, raised his hand, summoned a cloud, and threw Mo Xiaomo on it. With his backhand, he offered a long sword with a cold light and rushed forward.

The Blood Demon opened his mouth wide, very excited. "Hahahaha~, little doll, you're here, but no one can run!" I saw that when he saw Mo Hua, he was obviously much more serious, and his red hair was flying. Raising his knife and struggling to slash out a miasma turbid knife qi, Mo Hua raised his sword without hesitation to meet it. The swords clashed, and the sound of gold and stone pierced her ears with a roar.

Mo Xiaomo was lying on the clouds with her scarred body, and she didn't understand why Mo Hua, who loved the fairy Fuyao, wanted to save her? Looking at Mo Hua, who was stained with blood in white robes, he shouted suspiciously: "Why do you want to save me?" ”

Mo Hua was already weak, and now his arm was injured, and his strength in one hand was always not as good as that of the old demon absorbing endless demonic qi in his old nest. He glanced back, and although his appearance had changed, it was still a familiar face that made him feel distressed.

Why?

Mo Hua turned his face, hiding the discomfort in his heart, holding the sword, pouring the divine power of his whole body into the sword body. She must have been sad that he hadn't recognized her, and he just didn't want her to die anyway. That's all......

The old demon saw that the situation was not right, and looked at the young god monarch who was covered in fluorescence in disbelief: "If you can't beat it, the old man will just let you go, why bother!" Don't you know that if you sacrifice the sword with the divine soul, you will have nothing~! "Blood Demon obviously didn't expect that this little white face turned out to be a madman!

"Benjun has lived alone for 100,000 years, and he has lived enough. If you can get rid of this scourge this time, this gentleman can be regarded as a well-deserved death. Mo Hua raised his sword, looked at the obviously panicked Blood Demon, and smiled indifferently at the corner of his mouth.

The evil ghosts churning for thousands of miles in the pool of blood, the heavy pressure of the gods wrapped in the sword, and the oppressive ghosts cried wolf. All of a sudden, chaos was unusual. The Yuehua Divine Sword was in Mo Hua's hand, the sword body trembled, and he was quite excited, and the air flow around his body blocked the air flow.

The old devil knew that if he continued like this, he would not be able to escape. I saw a female doll lying on the clouds, and the madman in front of me cared so much, so he raised his hand and threw the blood knife in his hand straight out!

Failing to get a response, Mo Xiaomo looked at Mo Hua who was emitting silver light, and a touch of ominousness suddenly rose in his heart. In her slight stunned, she only felt a hot breath rushing to her face, and when she was about to smash on the door in front of her, she was covered tightly by the figure of January.

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