"You are not a disciple of Jingyue Sect!" Meng Xingyuan exclaimed.
Mo Xiaoyue spat out a mouthful of blood, and her face became even paler. However, a ball of red light emerged from his body and instantly hit Meng Xingyuan.
"Peng!"
Meng Xingyuan was smashed away and his hands suddenly released.
Mo Xiaoyue's face was pale and her body was as thin as tissue paper, as if it could be blown away by a gust of wind. However, she took this opportunity to twist her waist and her figure disappeared, and she appeared a hundred feet away.
"cough!"
Coughing out a mouthful of blood, Meng Xingyuan's eyes turned sharp, the snow-colored spiritual sword was coiled above his head, and his energy locked the woman firmly, "You are not a disciple of a famous and upright sect! This kind of confusing method can only be used by people in the devil's path! You are
'Demon cultivator'!"
When asked earlier, this 'Mo Xiaoyue' claimed to be from a sect called 'Jingyue Sect'. Meng Xingyuan knew that nine out of ten sentences she said were false, but he didn't take it to heart.
Unexpectedly, not only did this woman lie about her sect, she was not even a righteous monk!
There are two major camps in Tianling Continent, the human race and the orc race.
And among the human race, there are also factions, namely the righteous way and the devil way.
Although it is far from being described as being incompatible with fire and water, the cultivation methods of the demonic monks are really not worthy of praise.
Those who suck human blood, those who suck baby blood, those who suck virgins, female ghosts, those who suck human brains... I even heard that there is an unparalleled demon cultivator who would kill millions of people in a city and sacrifice millions of lives in order to refine it into a precious treasure!
This is demonic cultivation.
His ideas are extreme and his methods are cruel. Although they are both monks, they are not ashamed of the righteous people.
However, there is no denying the power of demon cultivators.
One of the three major sects in Beihan Continent has the Demon Paradise, which is the highest palace in the eyes of the demon monks and the place where they dream.
This is the human race on Tianling Continent. If there were no demon cultivators, the territory of the entire human race would be reduced by one-third, or even more.
Existence is reasonable.
However, because people of the devil's ways are cruel and extreme in their actions, they often do not hesitate to engage in a series of outrageous things to achieve their goals.
Therefore, in the Tianling Continent, although the demon cultivator has not yet reached the stage where everyone shouts and beats him, he has never been liked by others.
What is even more frightening is that the demonic monks have many more tricks than the righteous monks.
Poisons, poisons, puppets, raising ghosts...all kinds of things, with strange and obscene intentions, and they can be used for everything.
In the eyes of unscrupulous demonic monks, there is nothing they dare not do!
Mo Xiaoyue just whispered something in his ear, and Meng Xingyuan immediately felt that even if she asked him to take out his heart and dedicate it to her, he would be happy!
This is terrible!
It's as if your brain is not your own, and you can do whatever the other party wants with you. Can anyone else, except a demonic person, do such terrifying means?!
Meng Xingyuan was afraid.
This was his first encounter with a demonic person. He had only heard of it before but never seen it. However, this time, he was deeply impressed!
"Witch...I see. No wonder you were able to steal things from the Chen family and be arrested with such a big fanfare, Mo Xiaoyue? You are really not simple!"
Meng Xingyuan's eyes sharpened, and the next moment, the sword light above his head suddenly erupted!
"What a pity, you have offended the wrong person!"
"Boom!"
A huge beam of sword energy poured down.
To deal with such an unknown enemy and possessing such unknown and strange terrifying means, Meng Xingyuan did not dare to hold back at all. Once he took action, he used all his strength!
Integrating the true meaning of swordsmanship he learned from the Fifth King of Sword Masters, the power that the level 10 [Nine Swords of Suihan] can exert far exceeds its level limit.
There is even a hint of domineering flavor lingering in the sword energy beam, which is enough to make the enemy feel a little frightened, flinched and irresistible!
His sword already had a faint flavor of the true meaning of swordsmanship.
"Damn brat, you're actually willing to be cruel to your aunt." Mo Xiaoyue gritted her silver teeth. She was as beautiful as a fairy, unlike any face in the world with a hint of pain on her face, "That's it! At worst, I can go back and ask my father to help me refine it.
One piece. Anyway, getting the ancestral treasure of the Chen family is enough to make up for this loss!"
With the Hanbai Sword Pillar just around the corner, Mo Xiaoyue turned her palm and finally took out something.
It was an inch-long small sword with a simple shape, but its whole body was crystal clear, as if it were condensed with blood. Lying on Mo Xiaoyue's jade-like palm, you could still see the blood veins flowing in the sword body, and there were
Just like living.
With the small sword in hand, Mo Xiaoyue almost didn't hesitate and activated it instantly.
The cold white sword pillar slashed down boldly, trying to cut it in half. But when it was less than two feet away from her head, a frightening aura erupted!
"Goo!" "Goo!" "Goo!"
It seemed like blood was flowing in her veins, but it was coming from the small bloody sword in her hand. When the sword pillar came down, a stream of blood shot out. In less than a foot, it would instantly be a hundred feet long and a foot wide.
The white sword pillar was broken with one blow!
"boom!!!"
The tiny fragments of sword energy are like swimming fish, exploding in all directions, cutting the surrounding space.
The bloody water continued to shoot forward unabated, and Meng Xingyuan only had time to retreat based on instinct, but in the end he couldn't move faster than the bloody water. His left shoulder was pierced, and he screamed out in agony!
"ah!!!"
The small bloody sword shot out blood, and immediately its brilliance dimmed.
When Mo Xiaoyue saw that Meng Xingyuan had been hit, Qiongbi snorted, "Damn you kid, you've been poisoned by the blood. You're bound to die! Just wait here and wait for death. I'll let you be frivolous to your aunt!"
With a fierce movement, the remaining power in the bloody sword was used to wrap around herself. Mo Xiaoyue's entire body was like a sharp arrow, flying into the sky and immediately disappearing from the skyline.
On the same spot, Meng Xingyuan continued to scream.
"Hi~his~his~! Ah! This stinky bitch, it hurts me to death, ah!!!"
Blood gurgled and dripped along his right palm that was holding his left shoulder.
At this moment, Meng Xingyuan only felt that there were a group of ants digging into his bones, gnawing at his marrow, and licking his blood in his left shoulder.
That feeling was so itchy, painful, and uncomfortable that he couldn't control it at all and yelled out.
It hurts so much!
"It hurts me so much! It hurts me so much..."
His eyes were red, his face was ferocious, all the blood vessels in his body seemed to be protruding, blue veins appeared, and his teeth were almost broken.
This is extremely painful!
He desperately covered the wound with his hand, and at the same time took out the [Elementary Healing Pill] purchased from the [Mall] and drank it fiercely.
But it's no use.
The wound on the left shoulder was originally only as thick as a little finger, but as time went by, it grew larger and larger. At the same time, the blood poured out and flowed uncontrollably along the wound.
Meng Xingyuan couldn't help but wonder if he had so much blood to shed!
If this continues, even if he is not hurt to death, he will still bleed to death!