A bloodthirsty light flashed in Mandrill's eyes, he looked at Po Jun without fear, waved his hand, picked up the jade flute, and said lightly: "Po Jun, do you really think you can kill me?"
Seeing that they were about to fight again, Jin Yuan hurriedly stopped the mandrill with one hand and Zhuo Yanchong with the other, and earnestly persuaded: "Don't fight anymore...Does this fight of yours have no impact on living beings?"
Maybe you can think of a peaceful way to solve all this..."
"Impossible!" Zhuo Yanchong was the first to object coldly.
Looking at Jin Yuan's hand in front of him, an incomprehensible light flashed in his eyes, and he said slowly: "Little Yuan Bao'er, whether he was your friend in the past or not, you have to remember that he is already
He is a demon... He has killed many living beings for his ambition. It is not allowed by God if we don't get rid of him! Little Yuanbao'er, get out of the way..."
Jin Yuan knew in her heart that he had murderous intentions and could not change his will so quickly. She just stretched out her hand to hold down the demon-suppressing sword that he was about to use, and said seriously every word: "Pojun, you don't understand... Mandrill was not like this in the past...
...Just because he is my friend, I abandoned him first, and I owe him, so I can't let him die like this!"
Zhuo Yanchong fell deeply into her, and finally sighed softly, reaching out to take her into his arms.
But before he had time to do so, the mandrill held a jade flute and struck him hard.
Even though Zhuo Yanchong was on guard against the mandrill, because he was distracted by Jin Yuan just now, the mandrill took advantage of him and hit him in the heart.
A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth
Jin Yuan panicked and supported Zhuo Yanchong, and asked nervously: "Zhuo Bingshan, how are you?"
Zhuo Yanchong shook his head and smiled at her pretending to be nothing, but blood was constantly flowing out of the corners of his mouth, indicating that he had been hit very seriously by the mandrill just now!
Jin Yuan was anxious and angry, turned her head and looked at Mandrill fiercely, and said angrily: "Mandrill, how could you sneak attack on him just now?"
Mandrill's lips curled up into a sneer, looking at her hand holding Po Jun, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he replied coldly: "Lian'er, immortals and demons are incompatible... No matter how you persuade, Po Jun will die.
Get rid of me! In today's battle, either he will die or I will die. This is the destined outcome!"
Before Jin Yuan could answer, Zhuo Yanchong touched the blood on the corner of his lips, raised his magic sword, and struck the mandrill hard.