"Hmph, arrogant!"

Lin Zou snorted coldly. This Mo Feng'er dared to rush over to attack and didn't take herself seriously.

After all, I am a cultivator of the third transformation of the Void God Realm. Even if I practice evil cultivation techniques, it is not something that a stinky girl in the second level of the God Transformation Realm can deal with.

The common spells and secret techniques in evil cultivation techniques are not easy to use when dealing with the sword technique of the Wen Jian Sect.

This kind of fierce sword move must be broken with the same tough move.

Lin Zou raised the blood-patterned stone wide-blade sword to his chest, and at the same time activated a large amount of essence and blood to inject it into it, and then suddenly drove the hilt of the sword.

The sword body rotated rapidly with the movement of the wrist and danced out a circular millstone. The millstone was filled with red blood mist, which looked like a red umbrella from a distance.

But there was murderous intent hidden in this umbrella. Mo Feng'er's twisting silver snake crashed into it, and immediately made a series of ping-pong weapons.

The silver snake was squeezed one after another, and the blood-colored red umbrella that Lin Zou opened was also broken.

Just as both sides were about to fight their moves, Lin Zou suddenly shook his body and suddenly released a surging blood, rushing on Mo Feng'er like a tide.

Mo Feng'er left a layer of Qi and power on the outside of her skin to protect her, but she still could not completely block the essence and blood power emitted by the Void God Realm.

Some of the red mist penetrated into her skin through the air force, making her feel suddenly stiff and she could not control her body muscles freely.

Lin Zou's next wave of attacks followed one after another, and the broad-blade sword slashed from bottom to top, sweeping towards Mo Feng'er's waist.

Although he couldn't see the opponent's movements clearly, Mo Feng'er already felt danger.

Regardless of the damage to the meridians, he shouted loudly, and violently vibrated the Qihai Dantian, instantly erupting all the power.

A silver light exploded on her body, and a trace of red mist in her pores was forced out and dissipated under the silver light.

Temporarily breaking away from the influence of blood energy, she raised her long sword again and used her sword to open the mountain.

And move sideways to the right, trying to avoid the opponent's attack when launching a counterattack.

Lin Zou looked carefully, and with a contemptuous smile, his power suddenly burst out, and the red light on the surface of the wide-blade sword surged.

The tip of the sword emitted an arc-shaped blood light and spun around in the air, drawing a twisted human route, changing direction and passing through Mo Feng'er's left shoulder.

The protective energy on Mo Feng'er's left shoulder flashed with light, and then it was forcibly torn apart.

Slap, her left arm was cut off with blood and shoulders.

Bright red droplets gushed out, staining her cheeks and clothes.

Due to the influence of the blood smoke released by the evil cultivator, the body's sense of touch and pain were also greatly weakened.

Mo Feng'er only felt the left shoulder empty, and then the needle-like numbness came quickly.

She knew that she had broken her arm, but now the evil cultivator had just made a move, which happened to be the gap between attack and defense.

I must cut the mountain with one sword and strive to severely injure the evil cultivator.

As long as you seize the time to kill the evil cultivator, then pick it up and bandage it, you can still catch it in one day when you rush back to the Qianyun Sect Station.

She gritted her teeth and persevered, regardless of the blood gushing on her left shoulder, injecting as much energy and the power of heaven and earth into the sword body as possible.

The long sword fell, and the sword opened the mountain and used it again.

At only two feet apart, the silver crescent moon broke through Lin Zou's chest to protect his body and cut him diagonally.

"It's successful. Now the evil cultivator is dying even if he doesn't die. Hurry up and get rid of it."

Mo Feng'er was excited and raised her sword and rushed forward to stab the evil cultivator's head.

Unexpectedly, her right wrist was firmly held tightly, and then a powerful force came, and the long sword in her hand was taken away.

how so?

I clearly felt that the sword move had split the evil cultivator into two pieces. Why was this evil cultivator okay and could still take away his long sword?

Mo Feng'er couldn't think of the reason, but she knew that she might not be able to escape this disaster today.

If there is no weapon on your body, the sword of Wen Jian Sect will be greatly reduced when it is used with bare hands.

His left arm was cut off, and blood gushed from the wound, and the energy and the power of heaven and earth were constantly losing from the meridians.

The power is weakening, and it will fall from the second level of the God Transformation Realm, and it will soon fall below the God Realm.

Suddenly, she felt something strange coming from her abdomen.

It was a long sword that pierced horizontally into the body. This position was the main meridian of the abdomen. Does the evil cultivator want to bleed himself?

Before she could think too much, the sword was pulled out of her abdomen, and the warm liquid gushed wildly, and she was kicked to the ground.

It's so cold, it turns out that blood loss is like this.

Due to the rapid loss of blood, the influence of the blood smoke spell in the mine weakened, and the body felt temporarily back.

The severe pain came from the abdomen and left shoulder, making Mo Feng'er gasp.

She saw a man in fierce clothes standing in the red smoke ahead.

The man was holding his long sword in his hand, and blood was still dripping from his body.

There were no scars on his chest, and it seemed that his final counterattack just now was not successful.

Lin Zou lowered his head and stared at the woman in the pool of blood. His strong and beautiful face touched him a little.

He shook the blood drops from the sword and said, "Do you know the result and do you have any last words?"

The blood in Mo Feng'er's body had gradually dried up, and only the last bit of qi that came from hard practice was remaining, supporting her consciousness.

When Mo Feng'er heard the evil cultivator ask him, he smiled reluctantly: "I don't say anything, it's not for you.

But... it's a pity, I...I'm sorry...my fiancé, I haven't...cannot fulfill his vow to grow old together..."

Lin Zou narrowed his eyes, and Mo Feng'er was really infatuated with Mo Junrong.

Unfortunately, she didn't know that it was the most valuable thing to die in Mo Junrong's eyes.

Forget it, since that's the case, don't tell her the truth, so as not to die with hatred.

Lin Zou swallowed and asked in a deep voice: "Who is your fiancé? I will write to tell him about this."

Mo Feng'er's pale face showed a hint of mockery and teasing: "I...my fiancé is...the envoy of the devil, the great hero Mo...Mo Junrong.

Sooner or later he will... avenge me...."

With all his strength to say this, Mo Feng'er could no longer support her body and her head fell heavily to the ground.

She remembered the golden thread and red rope string on her wrist, and Mo Junrong's figure slowly appeared in her dim vision.

Mo Junrong was wearing a big red flower on his chest and was reaching out to invite himself.

It seemed to be saying to myself: "Are Feng'er ready? Let's go to the church now..."

In the Demon-killing Hall of Wen Jian Sect, the Demon-killing Order Mo Junrong claimed that he was unwell and was alone in the dim bedroom behind the hall.

He sat at the simple wooden table, quietly looking through the old letters after another. The handwriting of the letters was familiar and unfamiliar, all of which were written by Mo Feng'er.

There was an oil lamp on the wooden table, and under the lamp was a string of golden silk and red ropes, exactly the same as those on Mo Feng'er's wrist.

Suddenly, the flames of the oil lamp shaking violently, and then became more and more unstable.

Finally, the light flames went out, a wisp of blue smoke slowly rose, and it disappeared without a trace after three circles.

Mo Junrong slowly closed his eyes and sighed, "You and I have a blind date for skin, but I will never live together until old age. What a pity..."

After sighing, he took out the golden thread and red rope string under the lamp base and lit the flames again.
Chapter completed!