Ye Hui took a few steps back with peace of mind, wrapped her hands around her chest, looking forward to Si Mo's wonderful performance next.

Seeing that she was going to stand by, Si Mo just snorted lightly, swung the long side of his hand hard, and the whip drew a half-arc afterimage in the air. In an instant, several puppets were cut off in the waist.

"sharp."

In Xuanwu Continent, every practitioner will have a handy spiritual weapon, and hers is a dagger.

Didn’t Si Mo say that his spiritual weapon is a great sword? When did it turn into a whip?

However, I have to say that the whip he just threw out was so handsome.

The smell of blood stimulated other puppets, and they rushed over as if they were crazy.

They were either missing arms and legs, or covered in blood and flesh, and some even fell out of their internal organs, and the scene was extremely bloody.

Ye Huian wrinkled his nose and took a few steps back. At this time, a dark shadow suddenly appeared from the corner of his eyes.

"Young Master of the Blood Clan?"

No matter how Si Mo was still dealing with the puppet, his figure flashed and rushed towards the black shadow quickly.

Ye Huian was fast, and the black shadow was also fast. After a long time, just as Ye Huian thought about forcibly waking the white tiger, the black shadow suddenly stopped.

This is a lush grassland, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and behind it is the forest just now.

"Are you the young master of the blood clan?"

His eyes fell to the black shadow, and he was wearing a wide black cloak, and his hat was pulled low and completely covered his face. All he could see was a pair of exposed hands.

Those hands are very beautiful, with clear joints and delicate and fair skin.

He is a master.

At least, his cultivation will definitely not be lower than hers.

"Miss Ye, don't be fine." The low male voice sounded, a little hoarse.

"Do you know me?"

"Ms. Ye is famous and naturally recognizes it."

Ye Huian replied without any modesty: "That's right, I am the first genius."

"Why don't Miss Ye join my blood clan? Your undead art and my blood clan's puppet art will definitely dominate the Xuanwu Continent."

Is this here to poach?

Ye Huian blinked, "Otherwise, will you fight Si Mo?"

"Miss Ye is really good at joking."

"I'm very serious!" Ye Huian shrugged.

At this moment, the young master of the blood clan suddenly moved and came behind Ye Huian in an instant. Ye Huian didn't even have time to react, but felt his waist tightening and his whole body was taken up.

"what you do?"

"Since Miss Ye is so disobedient, I can only kidnap her." A hoarse male voice rang in his ears, and Ye Hui'an couldn't help but shrink his neck.

"Let me go!"

"Bastard, let me go!"

Ye Hui'an kept struggling, but his hands around his waist became tighter and tighter.

Silver teeth clenched, secretly circulating the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in his body and preparing to use a trick. A palm wind full of murderous aura suddenly rose.

"Let her go."

It's Si Mo!

Ye Huian subconsciously turned around, but his vision was completely blocked by the young master of the blood clan.

His eyes sank, and he quickly took out a piece of talisman paper from the space ring.

"Rien!" Ye Huian shouted softly, and the talisman paper instantly turned into a ball of blue flame. The less flame, the bigger the smaller the flame, the bigger the smaller the. It was about to surround the two of them. At the same time, Si Mo's attack came again.

Finally, when his hands were loosened, Ye Huian was placed safely on the ground.

Soon, Si Mo rushed over and stood beside her with a sharp gaze.

"Tsk tsk, it turns out it's the eldest son of the Si family!"
Chapter completed!