Murong Feixue, who was originally full of joy, was so frightened that seven souls were lost and six souls were lost. A strand of hair fell silently, which was cut off by Mo Zi's Sword Qi.
After Mo Zishang saw Murong Feixue clearly, he was also shocked.
If he hadn't experienced hundreds of battles and his cultivation was far better than ordinary people, this hasty sword attack would never have been able to stop.
Mo Zishang broke out in cold sweat when he thought about how he almost killed a new student.
"Senior, senior brother, I haven't offended you, have I?" Murong Feixue cried with a sad face, her feet were weak from fear.
Although she had died once, when this fatal crisis broke out again, not only her, but even the sleeping Murong Feixue was not awakened.
However, Murong Feixue's strength is only at the ninth level of Huang Realm, and even she cannot avoid this sword at all.
Mo Zishang put away his sword in embarrassment, a blush flashing across his fair face.
"Sorry, you appeared a little too weird." At this time, Mo Zishang no longer even wanted to know what happened to Murong Feixue's voice transmission and this weird movement technique. He just wanted to be quick now.
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This was the first time that he had encountered such a mistake. He really couldn't imagine what the consequences would be if the sword was struck just now.
Murong Feixue said weakly: "Senior brother, your etiquette is too far-fetched... You almost killed me."
"I'm sorry..." Mo Zishang could only admit that he was unlucky, blaming himself for being a little too sensitive.
"Senior brother, it's useless to be sorry..." Murong Feixue was too polite. Originally, she wanted to bribe this guy with some benefits, but now it seems she doesn't need to.
But if given the choice again, Murong Feixue would rather get more benefits than go through the test of life and death again.
The sword just now was almost about to cut his own neck. Murong Feixue had no doubt that if the sword had cut off a real person, let alone his own flesh and blood, even a neck made of pure iron would be the same.
Caught in two parts with one sword.
Thinking of this, Murong Feixue was frightened for a moment. It seemed that she would never be able to suddenly appear behind others like this again. It was too dangerous.
"What compensation do you want?" Mo Zishang also accepted his fate and opened his wallet for Murong Feixue to blackmail.
"Senior brother has a good attitude in admitting his mistakes, meow. However, I don't want compensation. I just want to ask senior brother to do me a favor. You have to help me like this and this..."
Mo Zishang's eyes slowly widened beside him. After a while, he sighed helplessly and said, "Okay, are you the champion of the Eighteen Peng Lingtai?"
Murong Feixue nodded, and Mo Zishang's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said calmly: "I'm doing this favor for Junior Sister. I wonder if Junior Sister can also do me a favor in the future?"
"What's the rush?"
"Keep it secret for now. I'll find you again when your cultivation level reaches the Xuan realm."
"No problem, let's go, it's about to start."
One after another, the two figures left one after another. This time, Mo Zishang left first, followed by Murong Feixue.
At this time, Fu Xi and Feng Lian's performance had reached the final moment. The originally soft flute sound seemed to be telling a sad story. Suddenly, the flute sound became very sad.
When it rises, it is like the nine meanders of the Yellow River, with magnificent waves.
Feng Lian, who was originally dancing with a mediocre dance, suddenly had a big explosion at the last moment. In conjunction with Fu Xi's last Yellow River song, her body began to spin, and the goose-yellow skirt floated out in a perfect line.
The arc of light forms a stunning scenery in the stands.
Fenglian's body turned faster and faster, but her dancing posture remained unchanged, like a big top.
Compared with the previous dance, this high-speed rotating dance has no beauty at all, but this is a technical activity.