Mu Wanfeng took a step, blocked Xiang Xuelan behind her, and asked, "Xue Wuxian, what happened just now?"

Xue Wuxian stopped his footsteps, staring at Mu Wanfeng for a long time, and the pain in the depths of his soul was slowly lessening. However, he clearly felt that his consciousness was gradually weakening, and his soul was almost trying to come out of his body.

He gritted his teeth, strengthened his thoughts, and said in a flat but murderous tone: "You can't do it when you think of the love of the same family, so let me come!"

Mu Wanfeng had a headache and said, "You listen to me......"

"I don't listen!" Xue Wuxian interrupted him and said, "My life is passing, and it is estimated that it will not be long before it ...... You, get out of the way!"

Hearing this, Mu Wanfeng was shocked, hurriedly walked up to him, and asked eagerly, "Are you injured?"

After asking, he still groped around Xue Wuji's body to find out the injuries.

Xue Wuxian knew that it was useless to say more, so he suddenly shook off Mu Wanfeng and rushed towards Xiang Xuelan's direction, and the spirit sword in his hand went straight to his throat.

Mu Wanfeng didn't expect him to make a sudden move, and wanted to rescue after standing firm, but it was too late, and he shouted with tears in his eyes: "Snow without a trace!"

Xue Wuxian didn't stop for a moment, and thought in his heart: "Kill Xiang Xuelan first, and then take the ink jade book, anyway, I will die, if you want to hate, hate it......"

Xiang Xuelan, whose consciousness was immersed in the spiritual world, did not know that her life was hanging by a thread.

Before the spirit sword arrived, the sharp sword qi arrived first, and Xiang Xuelan's slender and white neck broke through a gap, and red blood flowed out.

Poop!

Just when the spirit sword was only three inches away from Xiang Xuelan, Mo Yushu came first, raised the spirit sword, and narrowly blocked Xue Wuxi's attack.

When Xue Wuxian wanted to attack again, Mo Yushu had already stopped in front of him and said, "If Qing stops, he will not plan with Qing ......."

Since entering the Xuantian Secret Realm, Xue Wuxian has repeatedly wanted to kill Xiang Xuelan, even if Mo Yushu has a good temper, he can't tolerate it.

"It's the same with killing you first!" Xue Wuxian said in a solemn tone.

Mo Yushu tried his best to suppress the killing thoughts in his heart, and then he had to resist the wind and calamity, so it was really not appropriate to make extraneous branches, so he said: "Don't worry, there is a single technique, which can suspend the fire." ”

"No!" Xue Wuxian didn't think about it, and flatly refused, not giving Mo Yushu room to discuss.

Mo Yushu knew that he was iron-hearted, and he didn't say more, the spirit sword pointed forward, and said: "Life and death are fate, and I have no regrets......

As soon as the words fell, Mo Yushu's momentum increased sharply, and the whole person was like a sharp sword out of the sheath, and his eyes could penetrate the person's chest.

Mo Yushu was originally a Jindan triple realm, but now although it has been reduced to a Jindan one-fold realm, he relies on the power of heaven and earth, and his strength has not lost much.

The momentum he burst out at this time was even stronger than when he was fighting with Mu Wanfeng in the Valley of Hundred Flowers, and compared with the heyday of Snow Without a Trace, it was not far behind.

"You're really not simple!" Xue Wuxian said, his eyes narrowed, and a murderous intent appeared in his eyes, not feeling timid at all because of his momentum.

The wind in the Qiankun life and death array became more and more vigorous, whining, like a hundred ghosts crying at night, sharp and unpleasant......

Mu Wanfeng rushed over and said, "The wind tribulation has come, what are the nerves of you two!"

"Wind!"

Mo Yushu let out a loud cry in his mouth, pinched his hand with his left hand, and pointed at Mu Wanfeng.

The wind whistling around him, as if he had received the orders of the general, set up Mu Wanfeng and flew out of the distance.

The catastrophe in the battle of life and death has arrived, and Mo Yushu is like a fish in water and a tiger with wings by taking advantage of the wind.

And Mu Wanfeng has just comprehended the momentum for less than a month, so he naturally can't resist the wind under his full strength.

Seeing that Mo Yushu sent Mu Wanfeng out, Xue Wuxian was a lot more worried, and he didn't have to worry anymore, so he immediately took out a spirit rune.

Although this spirit rune was not as good as the five thunder runes, he believed that the power in it was enough for him to destroy the person in front of him.

Triggering the spirit rune, a silvery-white halo shrouded the snow without a trace.

His cheeks flushed instantly, and his eyes burst into a strange glow, like the return of a dying man.

Mo Yushu's expression was extremely serious, and he shook his head and said: "This talisman is guided by longevity, which is like pulling out seedlings to grow, injuring the enemy by one thousand and self-inflicting eight hundred, Qing ...... Why bother......"

Xue Wuji's body trembled involuntarily, knowing that he couldn't hold on for long, so he didn't answer, and took a step forward, and the spirit sword slashed down at Mo Yushu's head.

He is strong, he is strong, and the bright moon shines on the river.

Mo Yushu could feel that Xue Wuji's current strength was not much different from that of his father Mo Qinghe, and he didn't want to fight with him.

However, as soon as he was about to dodge and retreat, Snow Without a Trace had already come to him like lightning, and the spirit sword was about to touch the tip of his nose.

Mo Yushu was shocked in his heart, his whole body was cold and his hair stood on end, and he shouted: "Mountain!"

With this shout, the Mo Yushu exuded a mountain-like momentum from the inside out, making the spirit sword stabbed by Xue Wuxian stagnate in front of him for a moment.

Taking advantage of this gap, the Moyu Book Spirit Sword quickly rose up, and after a crisp sound, he narrowly blocked Xue Wuxi's attack.

When Mo Yushu was in shock, Xue Wuxian kicked out again and kicked him heavily in the chest.

After a muffled snort, the ink jade book was thrown out like a meteorite.

Although this kick was not as sharp as the spirit sword and killed people, it kicked Mo Yushu firmly, and Xue Wushu used all his strength.

After Mo Yushu landed and rolled a few times, he was immediately seriously injured and vomited blood.

When he was seriously injured, he knew that Xue Wuxian could kill him with one move.

Seeing that Xue Wuxian was rapidly approaching, Mo Yushu hurriedly got up, glanced at Xiang Xuelan who was lying quietly on the ground, and sighed in his heart.

"Ray!"

Mo Yushu's eyes lit up, his sword pointed at the dome, and he shouted violently.

In the thousand-foot sky of the Qiankun Life and Death Array, the thunder exploded violently, and for a time it overshadowed the whistling wind in the wind calamity.

A thunderbolt as thin as green silk appeared out of thin air, and in the blink of an eye, it fell on the tip of the sword of the black jade book with a twist and turn.

Unlike the last time he attracted the thunder momentum, Mo Yushu directly borrowed a thunderbolt power this time as a means of attacking.

Before borrowing the thunder momentum, he didn't know if he would be one step ahead of Xue Wuxian if he hadn't killed Xue Wuxian and would be blasted to death by the power of thunder.

Thunder and lightning followed the tip of the sword and crossed into Mo Yushu's body, his robe agitated, his long hair flying, and his whole body surging with electricity.

"Poof~"

Mo Yushu spurted out another stream of blood, and then his face was as white as paper.

The power of thunder is like a wild horse that has escaped, raging in his body, all organs are damaged, and the meridians are broken inch by inch, and its power is so domineering.

Looking at the snow without a trace that was getting closer and closer, Mo Yushu didn't dare to stop any longer, his body flashed, like an electric current shuttling, and he arrived in front of Xue without a trace in an instant.

Before Xue Wuxian could react, after a crisp sound, the spirit sword in his hand was cut into two by Mo Yushu.

Affected by the thunder and lightning, the usually gentle Mo Yushu became a little tyrannical, like a wounded lion, with a loud cry in his mouth, and the spirit sword surrounded by thunder and lightning immediately stabbed towards Xue Wuxi's chest.

"Senior brother, slow down!"

Mu Wanfeng, who finally broke free, saw this scene as soon as she arrived, and shouted to stop, hoping to save Xue Wuji's life.

However, the spirit sword of the Mo Yushu did not stop at all, piercing through Xue Wushu's chest.

Xue Wuxian could feel that the vitality in his body, along with the injury on his chest, was passing rapidly, and his eyelids were as heavy as a mountain, so that he couldn't lift it up, and slowly closed.

When he was confused, seeing Mu Wanfeng who was coming quickly, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, his body was light, and he fell backwards on his back.

Ding!

After two soft sounds in succession, Mo Yushu's spirit sword could not withstand the power of the violent thunder, and it was broken into three sections.

One of them, left in the snow without a trace's chest......

In Mo Yushu's body, he was also too seriously injured by the power of the raging thunder, and his anger was like a gossamer, and his eyes were closed, and he also fell backwards.

"Senior brother, there is no trace of snow!"

Mu Wanfeng's eyes were about to pop out, and before the two of them fell to the ground, he arrived and caught the two of them one by one.

In front of Xue Wuxi's chest, because the broken sword did not seal the injury, at this moment, blood was gushing like a spring, staining the white robe on his body.

Mu Wanfeng was so anxious that she hurriedly found countless small jade bottles in her storage ring.

Because he didn't know which bottle Yunlin Pill was placed in, it took a while to find it, and Xue Wuxian didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

Mu Wanfeng broke the cork, poured out a few Yunlin Pills, and gave them to the two of them respectively, and then reached out to probe the snorts of the two, and his heart suddenly cooled by half.

Mo Yushu is okay, he still has a breath, but on the other hand, Xue Wuxian is not breathing......

After being stunned for a moment, Mu Wanfeng looked at Xiaomi with unkind eyes, and said in a cold tone: "Xiaomi!

He was very angry and suddenly felt that Xiaomi was so cold-blooded and so strange.

It is not to mention that Xiaomi is another spirit animal, but it is extremely intelligent, and when Mu Wanfeng gets along with it, he will not regard it as a spirit animal, but as a human.

But what he never expected was that Xiaomi, who got along day and night and fell in love, had been watching coldly when the fire came.

Just now, the two people he valued very much, killed each other, and they didn't care about it.

It seems that what Xiaomi sees in his eyes is nothing, and life is like a mustard!

Millet mung bean's big eyes, looking at Mu Wanfeng in a daze, infinitely aggrieved in his heart, he chirped at him angrily, and his round body twisted, turning the chicken butt towards him.

It's not that Xiaomi doesn't want to save, the key is that there is still a rice lying behind him.

The catastrophe in the battle of life and death has arrived, and although the rice is not worried about his life, it is at a critical moment and must not be disturbed.

If it were to choose between the two of them and rice, whether it was in terms of affection or obligation, it would also choose the latter.

Although the rice has nothing to do with it, it is a spirit beast after all, and Xue Wuxian is just a friend of Mu Wanfeng, and they have a relationship with it?

Seeing that Xiaomi was unrepentant, Mu Wanfeng said calmly: "If you can get lucky this time, you and I will go our separate ways......

His flat tone was tinged with heartache. It's rare to be serious, but he said hurtful words......