As Jun Mojue's cold voice fell, his strong body instantly rose into the air from the hot spring, causing countless water droplets to splash.
He grabbed the lake with his right hand, and the spring water with the steaming mist seemed to be alive. It instantly condensed into a water column, and shot toward the cat like a dragon...
The cat was shocked, what a strong internal force.
He didn't dare to face the enemy head-on, so he rolled on the ground to avoid the heavy blow. With a crash, the water droplets fell into the air, just like rain falling, and scattered on the ground.
"Hmph, your skills are quite strong! If you can take my five moves today, I will give you a happy death!"
Following Jun Mo Jue's cold voice, a silvery white light flashed across Mao'er's eyes. Jun Mo Jue unexpectedly had a silver sword in his hand and stabbed Mao'er in the chest.
Mao'er narrowed his eyes, revealing the fighting spirit he only had when encountering an opponent. He snorted coldly and saw the white jade wrist raised, and a thin silk thread wrapped around Jun Mo Jue's sword.
Silver sword, blue gemstone, cold light shining.
Golden silk threads, silver needles hanging, the cold light is compelling.
All the strength of the golden thread was controlled in Mao'er's wrist. After wrapping around Jun Mo Jue's sword, he did not confront it head-on. The silver needle at the end of the thread shone with a bluish luster, indicating that the needle was smeared with poison.
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"Jun Mojue, you have such a strong tone, let me see what you are capable of today."
With a bang, Mao'er's figure quickly retreated. The golden thread wrapped around Jun Mo Jue's sword was pulled and buzzed, but the silver needle at the top was pointed directly at Jun Mo Jue's eyebrows.
"In the Heartless Palace, what else can you do besides using poison? It's just a small trick!"
Seeing the blue light flashing on the silver needle, Jun Mojue's eyes were already covered with a layer of blood red, as if he was extremely hateful, and his figure also retreated hastily. Although he didn't know what kind of poison was smeared on the silver needle, but once it got on it, it would definitely be
not good.
Mao'er raised his eyebrows, "The Palace of Mercy? What is that..."
Before Mao'er could think about it, Jun Mo Jue's figure had already stepped forward, showing no mercy. The sword light turned around, and countless sword shadows surrounded Mao'er. His moves were sharp and deadly.
Mao'er raised his eyes and could not see the charming light on Jun Mo Jue's face, but only a cold and cruel look.
He was slightly frightened. It seemed that the poison and the Wuqing Palace had stimulated his bottom line. But she was not from Qingqing Palace, nor did she come to fight for him. She just came to see what the legendary King Chen looked like.
We are just human beings, not at the point of life and death.
With a movement of his wrist, the golden thread was instantly retracted, and at the same time, countless silver needles as thin as cow hairs shot out suddenly.
"I'm not from the Heartless Palace, so don't kill the wrong person."
Taking advantage of the moment when Jun Mo Jue avoided the silver needle, Mao'er spoke leisurely.
Sure enough, Jun Mo Jue's movements froze and he looked at Mao'er with cold eyes.
"No matter who you are, don't even think about leaving this palace today!"
Jun Mojue's face was cold and unchanging. He flipped the sword and pointed it straight at Mao'er's throat. How could Mao'er obey obediently? With a flash of his body, the golden threads on his wrists instantly became two, and his face was stained with anger.
