The disciple of the Corpse Spirit Sect's Great Perfection Cultivation had his pupils wide open, with an extreme shock, and the sword light passed through his side without causing him any substantial damage, but there was a strong wind that instantly tore apart the black robe on his face.

His face was revealed, and he was a young man with scars all over his face, and he could no longer see his true face.

The scarred face was very white, the muscles were twitching, and it looked extremely hideous.

"What kind of magic weapon is this!"

He roared, his eyes full of disbelief, the person who had no power to protect himself in their hands a moment ago had actually killed more than half of them in the blink of an eye, and only he and the other two Corpse Spirit Sect disciples were left in the entire field.

This drastic change is unresponsive and brings with it lingering fear.

On the other side, Liu Rumei and Ye Xuanxuan were equally shocked and shocked, each looking at Mo Ming, the complex color in the phoenix eyes was invariably revealed, they never thought that Mo Ming, who seemed to be the weakest in cultivation, could miraculously turn the situation around at this time.

"Not good!"

Suddenly, Ye Xuanxuan let out a soft snort, but saw that Mo Ming's hand holding the handle of the knife couldn't stop trembling at this time, and scarlet blood lines appeared from his skin, and quickly converged towards the demon knife.

Mo Ming's face turned pale, his forehead was bulging, and he was suffering a pain unimaginable to ordinary people.

The power of the demon knife is incomparably powerful, but this sequelae also makes people feel a chill in their hearts.

Since the sword was slashed out, he felt a powerful absorbing force coming from the demon knife, and the qi and blood in his body were uncontrollably converging towards the demon knife.

Originally, his qi and blood had not recovered completely, but when he was sucked up again, he suddenly felt that every inch of flesh and blood in his body had a pain like a knife, and his body had begun to spasm, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his cheeks.

"Huh, that's ......."

The scarred young man's eyes showed a hint of color, and he also saw Mo Ming's reaction, and the idea of wanting to escape as soon as possible suddenly stopped.

"Quick, kill him!"

A hurried shout came from the scarred youth's side, but it was another corpse spirit sect disciple who shouted anxiously: "Kill him quickly, he must have paid a great price for such an attack, this is the time of weakness, if we wait for him to recover, we will all die!"

As he spoke, he had already pinched out a magic decision in each of his hands, attracting a spirit corpse to attack Mo Ming.

The scarred young man's eyes lit up, looking at the movements of the corpse spirit sect disciple, a trace of fierceness suddenly flashed in his eyes, and with a wave of his big hand, he also attracted a spirit corpse to attack Mo Ming.

However, after making this move, he himself did not stay in place, but rushed out of the temple gate with a twist.

Although Mo Ming's state at this time made people look really weak, he didn't dare to believe his fellow disciple's words too much, because the knife just now was too powerful, and he was not at all sure that he would be able to resist.

Of course, he was not willing to leave like this, the spirit corpse that rushed towards Mo Ming was his two-handed preparation, if Mo Ming was really weak and had no ability to resist at this time, his spirit corpse would naturally kill the other party.

And if Mo Ming wasn't as weak as he seemed on the surface, he could also take advantage of the power of the spirit corpse to escape from this hall and save his life.

"Where to go, give me death!"

Suddenly, at this moment, Mo Ming roared, his black and white eyes flashed with a monstrous murderous intent, and almost when the scarred young man had just taken a step, he suddenly swung out the demon knife in his hand, and a sword that was as unique as before flashed in an instant, and quickly slashed towards the other party.

Mo Ming snorted secretly, the pain in his body still existed, and the qi and blood were still flowing, but he couldn't bear it, and he couldn't wait, if he really let the scarred youth escape, then the meaning of using the demon knife would be much less than expected earlier.

The qi and blood were rapidly devoured by the demon knife, and two percent were lost in a moment, and after this knife appeared, there was a force that was even more powerful than before, and in the blink of an eye, another two percent of the qi and blood were sucked up.

His body shriveled at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye, and his body, which was not very strong, was like skin and bone in an instant, the green tendons on his forehead were beating, and his face became gray, as if it would not be long before he would be sucked dry like the original disciple of Immortal Valley.

However, with a look of madness on his face, after slashing out, he swung out another sword, this time slashing at the other two Corpse Spirit Sect disciples.

Suddenly, two swords shot out one after the other, and the momentum was like a rainbow in an instant.

The scarred young man's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly put the spirit corpse in front of him with a finger, and at the same time, with a wave of his big hand, a transparent coffin with a glittering ghost light flashed, and the coffin lid was lifted, and it was instantly sucked in.

"I have the Shura Coffin Protector, I don't believe that I can't resist your sword!"

The scarred young man roared, and the transparent coffin lid was suddenly closed, and his whole person was displayed in the coffin, and from the transparent coffin lid, it could be seen that his scarred face had an extreme madness at this time.

"Poof!"

With a dull roar, the sword light passed through the spirit corpse without any accident, and the spirit corpse, which was as hard as meteoric iron, turned into two halves and scattered.

Then, followed by two muffled sounds, another sword shot came first, directly cutting across the chests of the two Corpse Spirit Sect disciples, and instantly slashed into a wall behind the two of them.

With a loud bang, the wall exploded, revealing a dozen or so long knife marks and scattered rubble all over the ground.

At the same time, the sword in front of it quickly passed through the corpse and slashed towards the transparent coffin.

The scarred young man in the coffin showed a crazy face, and his hands quickly pinched the trick, constantly slapping on the transparent coffin wall.

Suddenly, I saw that the ghost light on the coffin was overflowing, and a palpitating breath was revealed, and in an instant, the knife slashed, but when I heard a bang, a ripple in the void rippled rapidly.

"What!"

Mo Ming's pupils shrank fiercely, and he saw that after the knife slashed on the coffin, it failed to cross through, but the entire knife shook and quickly dissipated.

"Haha, I knew that my coffin could withstand it! Come on, kill me again!"

The scarred youth laughed wildly, with extreme excitement on his face, and as he spoke, he was about to rush out with one hand and slap the lid of the coffin.

"Click!"

Suddenly, at this moment, a crisp cracking sound came, and the smile on the scarred youth's face paused, and then the pupils suddenly contracted, revealing a look of great fear.

"No! how can this be ......?"

The scarred young man wanted to scream, but he couldn't say anything halfway through his words, only to see that the crystal clear coffin was full of cracks at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye, and a blood line flashed on his chest, spurting Yin Hong's blood suddenly, dyeing the entire coffin wall red.

The next moment, but listening to the sound of "boom", the coffin was torn apart, turning into countless pieces and scattered, and the body of the scarred young man began to split from his chest, and the body and head were separated in an instant, and his vitality was completely extinguished, and he died on the spot.

"Dead?"

Mo Ming looked at this scene in a daze, muttered in a low voice, and then snorted suddenly, his face was pale and his body was shaky.

His whole person has become skinny in this short period of time, his complexion is gray, there is no blood, his breath is very weak, and his vitality is free, like an old man who is about to die, and there is no blood that belongs to a young man.

"Bang dang!"

The demon knife fell to the ground without his hand, and his body fell straight backwards.

"Mo Ming!"

Ye Xuanxuan exclaimed, enduring the sharp pain in her shoulder, with a wave of her jade hand, a piece of red silk caught Mo Ming's fallen body, and then her delicate body rushed in a flash, and a pill flashed in her hand and quickly stuffed it into Mo Ming's mouth.

On the other side, Liu Rumei also rushed over, looking at Mo Ming's death-like face, a complicated color flashed in his eyes.

In the last scene, no one thought that Mo Ming, who seemed to be the weakest, had the ability to turn the tide and miraculously reversed the situation of certain death, the seemingly simple three knives saved her and Ye Xuanxuan's lives, and the innocent body who was almost humiliated.

And it was these three knives that made Mo Ming pay a great price, each knife took away nearly twenty percent of the qi and blood in his body, and his original qi and blood had not recovered, after these three knives, the qi and blood in his body were less than forty percent.

This has far exceeded Mo Ming's earlier prediction, the loss of qi and blood will be more than fifty percent of the life-threatening thing, and this less than forty percent of the qi and blood has already filled his body with some dead air.

"I can't die yet!"

The look in Mo Ming's eyes became gray, but the next moment it suddenly glowed, he struggled to stand up, and did not refuse Ye Xuanxuan's elixir, Luo Tian Chaos Sutra operated rapidly, dissolving the medicinal power, and quickly suppressing the dead qi that was about to erupt in his body.