Chapter 327: Who Hurts Others!

At this moment, the Burning Flame Sect retreated, and Ji Mo had already chased them to a distance of dozens of meters, while the people of the Tiangang Sword Sect were far away from Ji Mo.

The current Ji Mo is extremely dangerous, with the strength of Yan Storm Yingyue Realm's peak, it is still easy to kill him, and the only person who can stop Yan Storm is Mu Yu, but Mu Yu is too far away from him.

"Ji Mo is coming back!"

In the crowd, Ning Qiandu also shouted, and the flying sword under his feet ran to the limit and flew towards Ji Mo.

"Dare to come and die, no matter how strong your cultivation talent is, if you don't have a brain, you will be a waste after all. ”

Yan Bang saw Ji Mo flying over, and there was no one else close behind him, so he immediately turned around and the flames surging all over his body.

Although Ji Mo followed at this time, Yan Storm wanted to kill him, but it was actually just a matter of two punches.

After all, Yan Storm is the strength of the peak of the Moon Reflecting Realm.

At this moment, Yan turned around, his whole body burst into flames, and a punch went straight to Ji Mo's chest, but Ji Mo still didn't have any sober consciousness, and only cared about killing people when he saw them.

"Die! Genius! hahaha!"

"Boom! cluck......"

Yan Storm punched Ji Mo in the chest, and a muffled sound mixed with the sound of broken bones continued to sound, and a bloody hole appeared in Ji Mo's chest.

His hideous face suddenly became dull, his golden pupils dimmed, and the light on his body gradually disappeared...... The whole person returned to his original state, and his eyes slowly closed.

"Yan Storm!"

Mu Yu finally arrived, and a sword qi swung out and slashed towards Yan Storm.

Yan Storm shook Ji Mo's body, and the flames in his hands surged and fought with Mu Yu.

"Jimo!"

Ning Qiandu flew very fast, Ji Mo's body kept falling, she gently caught him, looking at his chest that was constantly gushing blood, Ning Qiandu panicked for a while.

She quickly found Feng Xinhua in the ring, and her fingers trembled, because Ji Mo's injury was so serious, she was not sure that Feng Xinhua could save him.

Stuffing the phoenix flower into Ji Mo's mouth, Ning Qiandu's hand was holding his chest to prevent the blood from flowing out again, but no matter how she covered it, the blood was still flowing.

Looking at it, her eyes couldn't help but turn red, and tears fell from her eyes.

Ji Mo, his life was too bitter, he was expelled by everyone in the division, endured all the bitter crying alone, and finally came back to save the division......

"Mu Yu, now that kid has been killed by me, if you want to fight again, I will accompany the Burning Yan Sect to the end!

Mu Yu knew very well in his heart that if he continued to fight, it would actually be the Burning Flame Sect that had the advantage, although they had killed two elders, but the Tiangang Sword Sect was also missing Ji Mo and Bai Zige.

The Burning Flame Sect was already much stronger than the Tiangang Sword Sect, and if it continued to fight, it was actually the Burning Flame Sect that had a slight advantage, but in the final situation, both sides would almost die.

"Boom!"

After a pair of palms, the two sides each took a few steps back, and Yan Storm directly turned around and flew in the direction of the Burning Flame Sect, no longer making a move: "You just wait to be annexed by other sects." ”

When Mu Yu saw the enemy leaving, there was no sense of relief in his heart, but a stronger melancholy and heaviness.

Yan Storm was right, even if the Burning Flame Sect did not annex the Tiangang Sword Sect, there would still be other sects to annex it.

Sighing, Mu Yu turned his head to look at Ji Mo in Ning Qiandu's arms, and said to himself, "I hope this kid can still create miracles for the sect." ”

"He's not in a heartbeat!"

At this moment, Ning Qiandu suddenly shouted, and everyone flew over.

"What's going on?" Mu Yu asked.

"His heart ...... Shattered ......" Ning Qiandu couldn't bear to say.

"How so!"

"Could it be...!Senior Brother Ji Mo, he ......?"

"Can't Feng Xinhua be saved?"

"I gave it to him, and there was no response. Ning Qiandu said.

Mu Yu stretched out his hand to test Ji Mo's pulse, and now his body was no longer alive.

His face instantly aged a lot: "It seems that he is really dead." ”

"Isn't Senior Brother Ji Mo the one who was prophesied by Master Zu to save the master, and there may be miracles on him. An elder said.

"The breath of life is gone, it's ...... Alas!"

"He's no longer a disciple of the Sword Sect, so he obviously can't come......"

"At the beginning, we drove him out of the school, but now he saves our whole school......"

The crowd sighed.

Just when everyone was sad, two rays of light suddenly appeared in the sky not far away, one red and one white, and the degree was very fast.

"The pinnacle of the Moon Realm!"

Suddenly, Mu Yu's gaze became vigilant, he was the highest cultivation in the entire sect, his strength was at the peak of the Reflecting Moon Realm, and it was easy to feel the fluctuations of true qi in the distance.

"Sect Master, what are you talking about?" the crowd didn't understand.

Seeing Mu Yu's gaze looking into the distance, everyone's eyes also began to look into the distance, only to see two very gorgeous rays of light flying towards this side.

"Is that the powerhouse at the peak of the Moon Reflecting Realm?"

The elders also released their divine senses, and they felt a sense of coercion in the air, and sure enough, one of the rays of light was the strength of the peak of the Reflecting Moon Realm.

And the other red light, they can't detect how deep the realm is.

"I don't know if it's friend or foe. The crowd became nervous.

"Whew!"

After a few seconds, two rays of light arrived in front of everyone's eyes, and the air was driven into a wave of air that blew on everyone's faces, making it difficult to breathe.

The light dissipated, and two women came out of the light, one of them had silver hair, and her figure looked a little thin, with a glittering silver scale on her forehead.

The other woman is red-haired, tall, bumpy and rhyming, like a model in the world.

Both women have one thing in common, that is, their faces are very beautiful, especially the red woman, who is simply breathtakingly beautiful.

These two people are Su Qingqiao, who healed in the forest before, and the rice scales who protect Su Qingqiao.

"Who are you?" Mi Liang watched Ji Mo surrounded by a group of people, his eyes swept coldly over everyone, and finally stopped at Mu Yu and asked.

Everyone in the Tiangang Sword Sect was stunned, this question should be whether we are asking if it is okay or not, why did it become that you asked us?

"The old man is the head of the Tiangang Sword Sect, I don't know what the woman is doing here. Mu Yu said.

As soon as Mi Yan heard that the other party was a member of the Tiangang Sword Sect, he was relieved, because Ji Mo seemed to have some friendship with this sect.

"We're here for him. Mi Liang pointed to Ji Mo in Ning Qiandu's arms and said, "What's wrong with him?"

When they saw Ning Qiandu, Mi Liang and Su Qingqiao paused for a moment in their hearts, because this woman was so beautiful, her appearance was like a fairy, and even the two of them were stunned for a moment.

Ning Qiandu heard that the two women were looking for Ji Mo, and there was some confusion in his heart, but his hand still didn't send Ji Mo away.

Due to everyone's cover, Mi Yan didn't see Ji Mo's injury, only saw Ji Mo lying in a woman's arms, but now she moved her steps, and she saw a big hole in Ji Mo's chest. It's bleeding constantly.

"What's wrong with him!"

Mi Yan immediately pushed away the crowd and threw himself in front of Ji Mo, his face extremely anxious.

The crowd was pushed away by her, and Su Qingqiao, who was standing nearby, finally saw Ji Mo's injury, and the moment she looked at the wound, flames surged into her pupils.

Her jade fingers also clenched into fists in an instant.

"Who hurt him?"

A cold word spat out from her lips, like ice water in a cold pool.

(End of chapter)

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