This uneasy feeling made Feng Xiao can't help but clench the divine sword in his hand, and the speed of the golden dragon wandering through the transparent divine sword is getting faster and faster, showing the mood of the lord.

Mo Jiyu ignored the divine sword around his neck, and ignored the dirty mud, and sat down directly.

She bent her knees and watched the broken bones dig into her kneecaps, and the first thing she thought about was whether she would get rheumatism in the future.

After thinking about it for a moment, she conjured an ice dagger to look at the white bones that had pierced into her knees, and began to remove them.

Feng Xiao looked at Mo Jiyu's ruthless appearance towards him, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

This woman was really ruthless to herself, and she dug out the broken bones alive like that, and couldn't help but look away at the wind howling that blood kept flowing from Mo Jiyu's knees.

However, Mo Jiyu felt that the wind whistle was very interesting, although she herself had already been in pain and couldn't help but say a few Sichuan swear words in her heart, but on the surface, she still looked light.

"What's the matter?, can't stand it?" Mo Jiyu raised his eyebrows at the wind and said with a smile.

Feng Xiao looked at Mo Jiyu, although he was embarrassed, he still couldn't help but want to laugh at his appearance, and couldn't help but snort coldly, "Don't you think that you can do whatever you want if you are good-looking?"

Mo Jiyu was obviously stunned for a moment, Feng Xiao actually praised himself for his good looks, is that his aesthetics the same as his own.

So she deliberately squinted her watery eyes, and her beautiful lips outlined a wonderful arc: "Why do you think I'm good-looking?"

She deliberately tilted her head, pretending to be a little innocent and confused: "But they are all ugly to me." ”

Maybe it's because her appearance is too much in line with the aesthetics of the wind whistle, even in the pouring rain, just seeing that soaking wet but still gorgeous face, it makes people forget what kind of situation they are in now.

Feng Xiao just snorted coldly: "That's because these fools don't have the divine gift of beauty at all. ”

Mo Jiyu nodded, sure enough, the aesthetics of this world are limited by this so-called Dao.

After Mo Jiyu removed all the broken bones on his knees, he raised his head to look at Feng Xiao and said softly: "I've been waiting for you to do it for a long time, why are you still delaying it?"

Feng Xiao just stared at her face very seriously, Mo Jiyu thought that Feng Xiao was going to fall in love with her face, who knew that Feng Xiao would come out with something that surprised her in the next second.

"Your face and your soul don't seem to match. The wind whistled lightly, and the hand holding the transparent divine sword began to move up slowly, the tip of the sword against the contours of Mo Jiyu's face.

Mo Jiyu glanced at the divine sword against the contour of her face, there were no words, if she said anything, this sharp divine sword would immediately cut through her face.

Perhaps noticing that his actions were a little excessive, Feng Xiao couldn't help but move the sharp tip of the sword away a little, allowing Mo Jiyu to speak.

"Why doesn't my face match my soul?" Mo Jiyu suddenly changed her face and looked at Feng Xiao with a smile, and the Ice Condensation Sword didn't know when it reached her hand

She slid back a long distance on her knees, and suddenly turned over and stood on the surface of the rain with her left hand on the ground, and the white ponytail that had been tied up suddenly spread out.

The rain flowed down her long snow-white hair, there was a messy beauty, Mo Jiyu tilted her head, and howled at the wind: "Then do you think this face is very consistent?"

Feng Xiao hooked the corners of his mouth slightly: "It seems that I looked at you." ”

A cyclone began to rise from the tip of his Excalibur sword, sweeping through the rain and heading straight for Mo Jiyu.

Mo Jiyu watched the cyclone coming straight towards him, but he didn't panic, but the ice condensation sword in his hand pierced the water curtain with a sword, condensing the rain into an ice wall at once, and some of the rain that condensed into ice picks was hit by Mo Jiyu with a palm to the side of the wind whistle.

"You don't have all the strength to deal with me right now, and I have a chance to drag the door until it closes. Mo Jiyu couldn't help but smile and came out.

Feng Xiao realized that Mo Jiyu had been delaying himself all along, and he also knew that his strength was limited by that demigod.

He couldn't help but look back at the door, where several high-ranking monks were already trying to close the door, and it seemed to have some success.

"Don't think that you can ignore us beings when you become gods. Mo Jiyu couldn't help but say this, feeling that someone was hurrying through the rain curtain.

And Feng Xiao couldn't help but cover his chest, he felt that his other god avatar was being supported very badly, and now that god avatar was also running in his direction.

When the incarnation of the god suddenly merged with himself, the injuries that had been inflicted on the incarnation of the god were also transferred to his body, and he also saw the half-body holding the golden divine sword wrapped in purple lightning striding over.

"Are you okay?" Yan Gexing couldn't help but ask Mo Jiyu, looking at her scattered white hair and frowning a little uncomfortably.

Mo Jiyu couldn't help but widen the distance between himself and Yan Gexing a little, and shook his head gently.

Feng Xiao didn't expect that he couldn't eradicate these two people, and he couldn't help but be furious, and the aura of the gods on his body began to slowly thicken.

He must now settle these two people, and he can no longer maintain this attitude.

The momentum on his body changed suddenly, and the howling wind swirled from all directions, rolling up all the remaining things on the ground, and blowing away the huge thundercloud in the air.

The rain stopped, and the golden white mist was swept away by the wind and drilled into the door.

Mo Jiyu was almost unsteady, and could only condense the water vapor on the ground and under his feet into a piece of ice to fix his figure, and Yan Gexing couldn't help but hold the broken sword and barely resist the angry roar of the wind.

"I've seen you, so you're going to be punished by the wind. ”

The wind howled and couldn't help but raise the divine sword high, and the countless angry winds turned into transparent magic swords that rolled up the golden dragon one by one.

The golden dragon's body couldn't help but become larger and larger, and the scales shining with golden light on its body also changed from golden to cyan, and a green dragon holding the wind was gradually forming in the air.

Mo Jiyu and Yan Gexing looked at the huge and majestic green dragon, and couldn't help but purse their lips, it seems that Feng Xiao is really using his true skills now.

The two of them didn't know if they had the strength to deal with Feng Xiao, but both of them knew that if they failed this time, there would be no chance of survival.