"Wolf demon!" Accompanied by an angry shout, a sword light struck from the sky.
Feng Liao's eyes froze, and he turned sideways to avoid it. The sword light came straight towards him soon again. Although he was annoyed, he had to deal with it carefully. Once the heart in his hand was damaged, what he thought would be given to Mo. The matter of changing a bosom friend's heart is in vain!
All of a sudden, two black and white figures, one monster and the other, fought hard.
Mo Zhiyin, who fell to the ground, smelled a strong smell of blood, she slowly raised her head, and saw the monk walking slowly with a blood-stained body in his arms.
Yichi put Mo Zhixiang's body beside Mo Zhiyin, and Mo Zhiyin immediately hugged the already cold body, and she called out tremblingly, "Sister..."
"I'm sorry." The white monk's robe on Master Yi Chi's body was also stained with blood red, but it didn't affect his holiness at all. Instead, it added a bit of compassion to him, "We're late."
Mo Zhiyin finally burst into tears.
"Wolf demon!" Su Mu only felt that the bloody heart in Feng Liao's hand could hurt her eyes, she clenched the Fengwei sword tightly, and said through gritted teeth: "I must kill you!"
Feng Liao was extremely calm, and hastily avoided a flash of sword light. He said coldly: "You cultivators, don't you always say that you want to save the world from the sea of suffering? Yes, I killed people before, but now I want to save Man, why do you keep stopping me?"
"I never knew that saving people is based on killing people." Su Mu's expression turned cold, and she asked, "What's more, are you killing people who have committed all kinds of evil?"
Unexpectedly, he was silent for a second, and replied: "No."
He even remembered that during the days when he was hiding in Mo's mansion, when he secretly followed behind Mo Zhiyin, he also saw how gentle Mo Zhixiang treated others.
To say that Mo Zhixiang is "bad" is really out of the question.
"That's it!" Su Mu raised his sword and rushed forward again, "You killed an innocent girl, then you deserve to die!"
A black knife emerged from Feng Liao's hand, "I can't die until I finish what I want to do!"
After the words fell, Heidao and Fengweijian wanted to catch up, sparking a spark in the night.
After all, Feng Liao is also a wolf demon with thousands of years of practice. If he hadn't been besieged by many immortal cultivators, he would not have been injured and revealed his prototype, and was picked up by Mo Zhiyin. , but he is still young, and it is not so easy to deal with this wolf monster.
Mo Zhiyin gradually recovered from the initial pain, she lowered her head and asked, "Master, don't you want to help?"
"This little friend wolf demon wants to kill it with my own hands, but I can't do it."
"I understand..." Mo Zhiyin said in a low voice: "Master, please help me say thank you to Miss Su..."
After finishing speaking, Mo Zhiyin grabbed the hairpin in her hand and stabbed at her neck, a black knife flew over and knocked the hairpin in her hand away, and Su Mu's Fengwei Sword also pierced into Feng Liao's chest.
Mo Zhiyin tilted her body and propped her hands on the ground, but Mo Zhixiang's body, which was leaning against her arms, also rolled forward and fell to the ground. A branch on the ground cut through the sleeve of Mo Zhixiang's left arm. The white forearm was exposed to the air, and the old tooth mark on the arm bitten by the beast was also exposed to everyone's eyes.
Mo Zhiyin was dull for a second, and when she wanted to pick up the hairpin on the ground, Su Mu pulled out the Fengwei sword. She didn't care about Feng Liao who was seriously injured. Anyway, there was an idiot around, and he couldn't escape, so she walked over to grab it. Passing the hairpin in Mo Zhiyin's hand, he said angrily, "What are you doing!?"