"Dude, you blatantly said that Li Mochou is the female devil, aren't you afraid that she will hear it and come to you to find you?" Jiang Feng had a wicked smile on his face, staring at Yin Zhiping's eyes, as if a black cat had seen a mouse,www.biquge.info

Yin Zhiping clasped his hands into fists, his attitude was upright and polite, and he said in a generous tone, "Little brother is laughing, Li Mochou is not here, how can she hear it, even if she hears it?

Jiang Feng walked up to Yin Zhiping with a wicked smile on his face, patted him on tiptoe on the shoulder, and said very sympathetically, "Dude, I appreciate your mentally retarded performance."

Yin Zhiping was unhappy when he was called mentally retarded for no reason, but he still remembered the rules and tolerated everywhere, but his voice was not as kind as before, and he was slightly angry, "Little brother, we don't know each other, why do you want to hurt people?"

"I'm not hurting people, I'm just explaining a fact", Jiang Feng couldn't hold back anymore, and laughed directly, but Yin Zhiping's face was full of saliva as a result, Jiang Feng pointed at him and laughed, as if he had seen the biggest joke in his life, "Haha...... Dude, if you don't have good eyes, hurry up and get a retinal repair surgery, don't be embarrassed here",

Seeing Jiang Feng squirting the other party's saliva with a smile, the corners of Li Mochou's cold mouth hooked slightly, and he immediately slapped a palm at Yin Zhiping, before making a move, there was no warning,

Yin Zhiping, who was wiping the saliva on his face, suddenly noticed a sharp palm wind whistling, and was immediately shocked, he reluctantly erected his long sword and placed it on his chest to block the attack.

The palm sword struck, a huge force struck, the long sword hit directly in the chest, the blood churned, shaking him away for several meters, and then rolled backwards like a rolling gourd, after he stabilized his body, he knelt on one knee, the long sword supported the ground, his face was sallow, and his breath was disordered,

"Why did the girl hurt people", Yin Zhiping put his hand on his chest and looked at Li Mochou with an uneasy face,

Li Mochou stood elegantly in place, his left hand brushing the hair flying next to his ears and temples, bewitching and delicate, and glanced at Yin Zhiping with cold eyes, "You said in front of the female devil, when I am air"?

Ha ha......

Jiang Feng slapped her thigh with a smile, and Hong Lingbo was also amused by this kind of bloody dialogue, but she had lived under the oppression of Li Mochou since she was a child, so she didn't dare to laugh out loud at all, so she could only forcibly hold back.

"What? Are you Li Mochou"?

Yin Zhiping was horrified, looked at Li Mochou with sincere fear, and thought of the words that threatened to kill Li Mochou to eliminate harm for the people, thinking about it at this time, he was really embarrassed, he was not the enemy of the female devil in the first round, and he also wanted to punish evil and promote good.

Although she made a sneak attack and took the lead, it also showed from the side that she was strong in martial arts, and there was no vanity under her fame.

Yin Zhiping stood up from the ground with difficulty, took two steps back with staggering steps, induced the chest injury, and suddenly the cold sweat of pain broke out, his left hand was raised weakly, slowly pressed down, and forcibly suppressed the injury with internal force, and his lips trembled, "Li Mochou, you have been famous for many years in vain, and you actually attacked behind your back, it is really despicable and shameless, without the slightest master's demeanor",

Li Mochou showed a weird sneer on his cold charm, "I'm a female devil who kills people without blinking, why bother with you about morality? Besides, I'll talk to you, who will teach me morality? When those groups of chivalrous people gathered and poisoned me, did they ever talk to me about morality?"

After speaking, Li Mochou stepped on his footsteps, rushing towards Yin Zhiping like an arrow from the string, the floating dust in his hand trembled slightly, and thousands of silver filaments turned into a whip like spirituality.

Yin Zhiping was frightened, drew his sword and sold, the cold sword light bathed in the scorching sunlight reflected a sharp cold light, a sword stabbed out, took the initiative to meet the enemy, and wanted to break the cauldron and fight against the water.

The sharp long sword was close at hand, a disdainful smile flashed in Li Mochou's eyes, her right hand swayed, the dust fluttered ercitically, like a spirit snake out of a hole, weird and difficult to find,

Li Mochou is full of poisonous skills, which makes people talk about the color change, but in addition to being highly toxic, what she is most proud of is the dust, the dust seems to be soft and fragile, but under the infusion of internal force, it can be attacked and defended, advanced and retreated, hard or soft, long or short, it is actually a necessary artifact for home travel, murder and arson,

Most of her martial arts are inherited from the ancient tombs, and the most powerful of the ancient tomb school is sword moves, palm techniques, and light skills, among which there is also a special martial arts, called "Yinsuo Jinling Suo Method"

Over the years, she has integrated the supreme martial arts of the Tomb School into the dust, creating a kind of floating dust, which can be used as you like, handy, and countless heroes who have died under the dust.

Once the dust is cast, sometimes condensed into a whip, sometimes scattered everywhere, such as a net of heaven and earth, strange and unpredictable, the most vicious of which is to hide in the dust of the ice spirit silver needle, inadvertently use internal force to shock it out, can kill the enemy and invisible, people are unguardable,

Bang......

The dust whisk in Li Mochou's hand swept away the long sword, rotated sideways, his body was as light as a swallow, and the dust in his hand was like a steel whip, whipping Yin Zhiping's chest, Yin Zhiping was shocked and retreated, but Li Mochou was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, pressing step by step, not giving him the slightest chance to breathe,

Bang......

The long sword and the dust collided with each other, making a heavy muffled sound, and the core of the collision of the two weapons burst out of a strong vortex of internal force, and the vortex rotated wildly, faster and faster, and gradually turned into a vortex storm, rolling up the dust on the ground, the dust was flying, and the wind was roaring,

Yin Zhiping took advantage of his strength to retreat, and the long sword in his hand drew a little starlight, but it did not hurt Li Mochou's hair, but fell into the attack of the dust, and the danger was full of dangers, and if there was a slight mistake, she would lose her hand.

Yin Zhiping was not Li Mochou's opponent in the first place, and he was seriously injured by Li Mochou's sneak attack before, although he was barely suppressed, but as the battle began, his internal injuries recurred, affecting his internal organs, vomiting blood, and his legs trembled and crumbling.

Just two strokes collided, his long sword was entangled in the dust, he struggled hard, wanted to withdraw the long sword, but there was nothing he could do, just when he wanted to let go of the sword and retreat, Li Mochou suddenly kicked him in the chest, and this kick was very tricky, just kicked on the ribs of his internal injury chest, the two were superimposed on each other, and the injury was added, like cotton wool in the wind, flying with the trend, and finally fell to the ground in embarrassment, and rowed back more than three meters away,

The back rubbed against the stones on the ground, shattering the robe, and the scorching and stinging back was even more bloody and miserable, and even the stones on the ground were stained with blood.

"Ah......h

Yin Zhiping let out a miserable cry from his mouth, his handsome face was covered with mud, cold sweat oozed from his eyebrows, and the green tendons on his forehead were like winding earthworms, painful and hideous, and he was no longer as graceful as before.

"Senior sister, do you want to kill people in front of the ancient tomb"?

Just when Li Mochou was about to torture and kill Yin Zhiping, a woman's cold and tactful voice floated in the air, the sound was like a sea breeze, willows swaying, clouds rolling, calm waves, the sound came into the ears, making people feel calm, as if it could wash the soul and give people a flawless quiet,