"Jun Wuxie, how are you? Do you think you still have a chance of winning today?"
Huafeng Moxiao was as gentle as jade, with a touch of pride in her elegance.
Jun Wuxie's calm brows showed a sharp look, and his eyes fell on the ancient jade Rakshasa in Hua Fengmo's hand.
A dull atmosphere enveloped the two people.
"Do you want to use the power of the ancient Rakshasa to fight against this deity?" Jun Wuxie's faint voice was very soft.[
I couldn't tell whether he was angry or happy when he said this, "So this is what you were thinking about."
"So what? I always only care about the results and not the process. As soon as the Jade Ancient Rakshasa came out, I don't believe you can leave today.
Jun Wuxie, just prepare to come to Huayang as a ‘guest’!”
Hua Fengmo raised the Jade Ancient Rakshasa in his hand, which was his trump card.
His strength is comparable to that of Jun Wuxie. If the fight continues like this, even if the fight lasts for three days and three nights, he will not win.
Instead of wasting so much time, it would be better to have a good time.
It was just a good time for him to test whether Jun Wuxie was poisoned by the cold?
Jun Wuxie pursed her lips and didn't say a word, but the aura around her body suddenly sank. He was not a person who would sit still and wait for death.
Hua Fengmo raised the corners of his lips, waved the Jade Ancient Rakshasa in his hand quite proudly, and suddenly dodged toward Jun Wuxie.
Purple-clothed Fei Jue, ink-like hair pouring down like water.
Just as Hua Fengmo rushed over, Jun Wuxie clasped his fingers in the air, gathered his own strength, and fought against it.
Mysterious energy flows and murderous intent attacks.
"Jun Wuxie, why are you still struggling?" Hua Fengmo looked at him relaxedly.
Jun Wuxie raised her eyebrows slightly, and a faint sparkle flashed across her eyes, "I would like to advise Emperor Huayang, sometimes, being too confident is not a good thing."
"Haha, confidence always requires the capital of self-confidence. How can you see my capital now?" Hua Fengmo is full of confidence. As long as he defeats Jun Wuxie, he will definitely let Jun Wuxie have a taste.
His methods!
If not, wouldn't it be a waste of a treasure like the Jade Ancient Rakshasa?
Jun Wuxie rarely made a sound, staring at Hua Fengmo with a pair of purple eyes, frowning, and the profound strength in his hands did not decrease at all, and he still faced off.
It just seemed like I was thinking about something.
"Miss Luo, if this continues, the master will definitely be defeated."
No one can withstand the power of the Jade Ancient Rakshasa, and the master is undoubtedly holding on to resistance by doing this."
While watching the battle, Yun Feng knitted his brows into the character "Chuan".
Luo Qingyue's eyes gradually dimmed. Yun Feng was right. If this continues, Wuxie will definitely lose.
Hua Fengmo relied on external forces, coupled with his own strength, to be much stronger than Wu Xie at the same level.
Should she help?
"Miss Luo, you usually have the most ideas, but now you are talking. We can't watch our master die, right?" Yun Feng clenched his fists, eager to rush into the battle circle to help Jun Wuxie.
Luo Qingyue lowered her eyes and thought. This decisive battle was originally a battle between Hua Fengmo and Wu Xie. If she helped, it would undoubtedly prove that Wu Xie had lost.
She can't do this.
Losing or fate, which one would Wuxie want?
Wuxie is the emperor, and she knows very well that Wuxie would rather die on the battlefield than live secretly outside the battlefield.
what to do?
If this goes on
"Miss Luo, can you say something?" Yun Feng was a little crazy.