So she jumped up again, and used her blood-drinking sword to directly meet Mengwu's lance and thorn hat. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The tinkling sound is constantly ringing and is very crisp. Mo Honghuan saw the opportunity, and used his internal force to urge again, and with a crisp sound, the blood-drinking sword was pulled out.

Seeing this, Wu Mengwu hurriedly summoned the lance thorn hat back, and then made a defensive posture. And Xiu'er also stopped attacking at this time, and found a place to deal with the monsters that might come out.

The others in the cabinet hall were even more panicked, and they hid in the corners one after another, not wanting to be the target of the monster in the sword.

"My mother, you're still here!" the eldest grandmother dragged her body and hid to the side.

The second grandmother hurriedly went up to help her and dragged her to the corner.

After the blood-drinking sword was pulled out of its sheath, I saw that the body of the sword was shiny and shiny, emitting a dazzling white light. There is a dragon pattern in the middle of the sword body, and Mo Honghuan doesn't know if it's real or carved on it.

She stroked the body of the sword, feeling that it was warm, not very cold, and the feeling of touching the body of the sword was like water was constantly flowing, but the water smelled bloody.

This strange feeling made her guess that it should be blood, not water.

After waiting for a long time, everyone did not see any monsters come out.

Seeing this situation, Zhuo Yifan wanted to go up and snatch the blood-drinking sword, after all, it was his, but he knew that as long as he rushed forward, Mo Honghuan would inevitably stab himself with the sword, in that case, the monster might come out.

The monster is a fierce beast, much more cruel than a prison cow, Zhuo Yifan will not gamble with his life, he can only temporarily forbear, looking for a possible opportunity to seize the sword.

"Mo Honghuan, do you really believe that there are monsters in the sword? Let me tell you, when I was competing in the Huangya Bang in Weicheng, I saw Mu Liangsheng using the blood-drinking sword, and I didn't see any monsters, so don't expect the monster to save you." I advise you to surrender as soon as possible, and admit that Miss Xiu'er is the grandmother of our Tianxiang Pavilion, and we can save you from death!"

Mo Honghuan ignored Meng Mengwu, she knew the truth of becoming a king and defeating a king, losers rarely have a good death, either they were killed on the spot, or they were cut with a blunt knife in the future, and they were tortured to death a little bit. Even if peace is made, the victor will find various reasons to end the loser's life in the days to come.

There are too many such examples, and of course Mo Honghuan will not automatically admit defeat.

More importantly, Mo Honghuan has always wanted to kill the other party, how could he admit defeat!

So she ignored Meng Mengwu's words, but summoned the monster out with words in her mouth. She kept shaking the blood-drinking sword, and even used her internal force to urge it.

Seeing this situation, the others did not dare to breathe and hid in the corner without moving.

Seeing that Mo Honghuan had summoned for a long time, but had not summoned the monster, Yu Mengying took the lead in attacking her.

As she ran, she threw the lance hat out as well, hitting Mo Honghuan's body.

Mo Honghuan hurriedly blocked it with the blood-drinking sword, and the lance stabbing hat hit the sword and turned back, then attacked her body again, and then was ejected by the sword body.

This was repeated many times, and the distance that the blood-drinking sword ejected from the lance thorn hat became shorter and shorter, and it could be seen that the energy was decreasing.

Seeing this, Mi Mengwu smiled happily, in her opinion, as the number of times increased, the energy of the blood-drinking sword to resist the lance thorn hat became less and less, and it would soon appear to capture Mo Honghuan.

At the same time, Xiu'er also saw this situation, so she also rushed up and attacked Mo Honghuan with Yu Mengying.

Mohong was defeated and retreated, almost injured several times, and was about to be forced into a corner, but he couldn't make effective resistance.

And Mu Ling was fighting with Xiangyi at this time, so it could be said that he was too busy to take care of himself, and there was no way to relieve Mo Honghuan.

Zhuo Yifan watched quietly, he just wanted to snatch the blood-drinking sword back at the right time.

Mo Honghuan was quickly forced into a dead corner, and Meng Mengwu smashed the lance hat towards the corner of the wall, only to see that the lance hat was like a spinning top spinning at high speed, constantly emitting bursts of green smoke outward.

Mo Honghuan saw that the lance thorn hat was about to touch her head, so she swayed to the side with difficulty, and just when she left, the lance thorn hat collided with the corner of the wall, and with a bang, the wall was cut off.

Mo Honghuan broke out in a cold sweat, as long as it was a little late just now, her head was cut off.

Seeing the lance thorn hat rebounding back into Meng Mengwu's hand, Mo Honghuan's newly relaxed heart suddenly became nervous again.

Suddenly, a dense hail rain hit her head and face, Mo Honghuan hurriedly dodged, only to see Xiu'er constantly slapping the West Harrier's cold ice palm at her.

Originally, Mo Honghuan's kung fu was not weak, but two people attacked herself, it was difficult to organize effective resistance, and she was always in a state of exhaustion.

After the hail rain was dodged, clusters of flames flew towards her again, and then the lance and thorn hat in Meng Mengwu's hand also swept towards her at high speed.

Mo Honghuan, who was forced into a dead end, was unable to resist at the moment, as long as the two things were attacked by the same, he would die and have no place to be buried.

Just when she was desperate, suddenly, the blood-drinking sword was swung around by her in a panic.

Then a monster with the body of a dragon-headed dog flew out, its golden light shining and the light that bounced back the lance hat. And the flames brought out by Xiu'er's Eastern Harrier Flame Palm also disappeared under the golden light.

Meng Mengwu took the lance thorn hat in her hand and looked at the monster in horror, while Xiu'er's eyes widened.

Zhuo Yifan was also stunned at this time, because this monster was not a prisoner cow and a jair, could it be the third mockery?

Zhuo Yifan observed, compared with the strange things he had heard, and found that it really looked mocking.

I saw that after flying around in the pavilion, the monster lay on a pillar, and its four feet were tightly hooked to the pillar, but it turned its head and kept looking at everyone.

The pavilion hall was silent at this time, and everyone was hiding in the corner and watching the monster, and they didn't dare to come out.

Zhuo Yifan stared at the monster carefully and found that it was not vicious at all, compared with the second child, it could be described as kind and kind. And the golden glitter gives people a sense of festivity, and there is no fear at all.

Maybe it's because I saw the ferocity of the second child, and when I saw the monster in front of me, I felt that it was no longer scary.

While everyone was holding their breath as they watched it, it started playing. I saw that it drilled its head into the stone pillar, and its whole body also drilled into it, and then ran out from the other side, with a triumphant look on its face.

Seeing the huge stone pillar hollowed out by it, everyone in the pavilion was extremely frightened, but no one dared to move, let alone run out, although they wanted to escape from the pavilion the most at this moment.