Zuo Mo Youruo is a wax statue with a weird posture, and his expressionless face is ridiculously dull.
Only his eyes, those eyes full of fear, despair, and anger, were incompatible with his stiff and thin body and his dull and ridiculous face!
He continued to work in vain, and the cold aura that frightened him easily pushed him into a desperate situation, with no way to retreat.
The unwillingness and anger deep in my heart were suddenly ignited.
Go to hell!
Running [Gengjin Qimang] crazily, all the spiritual power, taking all his mind, blasted towards this icy aura!
This is his only resort.
The only thing he has experienced that can be called a battle is the first time he used [Gengjin Qimang] against Linggu. He still remembers the violent aura at that time and the impact on his mind. But the thousands of
The spiritual consciousness gathered by the aphid is as weak as a baby compared to this cold breath.
At this time, he was like a madman, holding a sickle and rushing towards the heavily armed enemy.
[Gengjin Qimang] is like a pale golden cloud, causing an attack from this aura as soon as it comes out.
In a daze, Zuo Mo seemed to see countless flying swords dragging dazzling tails and roaring towards him! The cold and cold sword intent criss-crossed, and he could not avoid it!
The clear pupils completely turned into a sea of fire, and the edges of the eye sockets that were stretched to the extreme burst. Blood flowed down the cheeks, and two bright marks were drawn on the dull face.
He has no feeling.
The spiritual energy in his body began to show signs of losing control under the crazy operation. He continued to speed up the operation of his spiritual energy without any pause.
Under the full force of the movement, [Gengjin Qimang] seemed to become extremely crazy. Instead of retreating, it advanced towards the icy aura.
If someone walked into Zuo Mo's room at this time, they would see a strange scene. A pale golden cloud, rolling and undulating violently, as if something invisible was constantly eroding it, and its size continued to shrink.
The pale golden clouds rolled more violently, but tightly protected Zuo Mo.
The battle became more and more fierce. [Gengjin Qimang] faced the cold and cold breath of the sword energy without flinching. Like an aphid's spiritual consciousness, [Gengjin Qimang] treated this breath as a huge incomparable
The spiritual consciousness released by aphids!
Zuo Mo had no time to pay attention to [Gengjin Qimang]. He only had one thought in his mind - hurry up, hurry up!
The speed of the spiritual power has reached an appalling level. He has never tried to let the spiritual power operate at this speed, and he dare not. But at this time, Zuo Mo, who was furious, only regretted that the speed of the spiritual power was not enough.
Come on, he is still speeding up his spiritual power!
Zuo Mo's head banged, as if something was broken, and his consciousness suddenly fell into a trance.
The spiritual power is like a wild horse, completely out of control. The [Gengjin Qimang], which was originally fluctuating very violently, suddenly fluctuates even more violently, like boiling water, and the shape of the cloud is extremely unstable. If a practitioner with advanced cultivation sees
At such a sight, one would definitely be shocked and lose control of their spiritual power, and the next step would be to explode and die!
Suddenly, a stream of heat entered the meridians from Zuo Mo's heart.
The violent spiritual power suddenly became extremely tame, the speed of operation increased instead of decreasing, and the violent fluctuations of [Gengjin Qimang] disappeared without warning and became quiet.
What's surprising is that the cold breath seemed to notice something strange and actually moved back for the first time.
The quiet [Gengjin Qimang] cloud changes and regenerates, and it is quickly recycled to the center. The cold breath also changes accordingly.
A pale golden seven-section cone shaped like a pagoda!
An aqua moon-shaped flying sword with a small bell hanging on it!
They faced off quietly, but in the blink of an eye, both sides started to act at the same time.
One awl and one sword turned into two streams of light, one gold and one blue, which collided with each other with incomparable precision.
Ping!
There was a clear sound of glass breaking, and a ball of broken light exploded in the air, like fireworks, blue and gold, really beautiful.
Zuo Mo opened his eyes in a daze. His whole body was in severe pain, and his skin felt like it was cracking. He couldn't help but groan. This moan also suddenly woke him up from his trance.
I can move on my own!
That damn breath has disappeared!
He was stunned for a moment, and then an indescribable feeling of joy arose spontaneously. He wanted to look up to the sky and laugh, but before he could move the corners of his mouth, his muscles affected the wound, and it immediately turned into a scream. Although he didn't know what just happened, he had no idea what had just happened.
There is no doubt that I won!
He was also holding a pink piece of paper with two words written on it.
"Bad guy!"
His handwriting was still beautiful, and his tone of voice did not sound like he was very old, but Zuo Mo, who was dying, could not help but feel deep disgust in his heart.
What a cruel woman! She actually wants his life!
These two words must have been used to set up a spiritual attack by the opponent. Being able to release such a terrifying attack through these two words is definitely not someone he can provoke. Zuo Mo knows this very well. The master and his uncles can
He didn't know that he couldn't do this, but among the inner sect brothers, absolutely no one could achieve this.
In other words, the strength of a ruthless woman is far greater than that of my senior brother.
However, after walking around the gate of hell, he didn't have much fear, even if the opponent's strength far exceeded him.
He had heard that those powerful cultivators had an indifferent and arrogant attitude towards the lower-level cultivators. But he never thought that the other party would actually have murderous intentions because of two words!
Brother is so naive!
Zuo Mo took a deep breath, struggling to get up due to the huge pain from the wound, and moved to the table with bared teeth.
It was still bright and thick cinnabar, and it was still the same wolf hair. Zuo Mo dipped it hard several times.
The entire right hand seemed to have been broken into several sections, and even the slightest movement was painful to the bone marrow. He gritted his teeth and held the wolf hair with great effort. A few drops of bright red cinnabar dripped from the tip of the pen and fell on the pink paper, with blood stains and dots of bright red.
Because of the pain, Zuo Mo subconsciously gasped for air. Holding the wolf hair in his right hand, he wrote three crooked words on the pink paper with great care.
"I'm waiting for you!"
After throwing away the pen in his hand and looking at it for a few times, Zuo Mo let out a few ugly, weird laughs. His right hand refused to control himself, and it took him half an hour to fold the pink paper into a paper crane.
Unfortunately, the two characters were not written as beautifully as last time. Zuo Mo felt a little regretful.
While gasping in pain, he poured the last bit of spiritual power into the paper crane.
Watching the pink little Qianzhe disappear into the horizon, he cursed this ruthless woman countless times in his heart.
After doing this, he couldn't hold on anymore as the oil was exhausted. His vision went dark, and he fell to the ground like a piece of wood, and passed out.