Immediately afterwards, Zhao Xiong roared full of pain, anger and unwillingness: "No, my dantian!!!"
Fighting for life again and again, attacking again and again regardless of his own damage, tearing the wound accurately again and again.
Finally, the Qijue Sword in Muyan's hand pierced fiercely into Zhao Xiong's dantian.
Zhao Xiong's eyes were protruding, looking at the girl who was close at hand with a lazy and cold smile, he felt that the blood in his whole body was icy cold.
Is this the Lord of the Six Stars and the descendant of the Medicine King, Ye Liangchen? !
very scary!
Her toughness, her talent, her swordsmanship, her talent, are all too terrifying!
Is he, Zhao Xiong, going to die today at the hands of such a little girl, a Golden Core cultivator
The unwillingness in Zhao Xiong's eyes twisted into a frenzied ferocity: "No, I will not die in the hands of a golden core."
"Even if I die, I still want you to be buried with me!!"
"Hahahaha, Ye Liangchen, you can go to hell with me!!"
As soon as the words fell, Zhao Xiong suddenly picked up the Seizing Soul Sword and pierced his dantian which had been injured by Muyan.
The next moment, a strong suction came from the Soul-destroying Sword.
The remaining spiritual power in Zhao Xiong's dantian surged towards Duopojian crazily.
Even Muyan felt that her spiritual power was about to move, as if it was going to rush out with the Qijue Sword that pierced into Zhao Xiong's abdomen.
Muyan's heart shuddered, she decisively endured the pain on her body, and quickly backed away.
When she stood still and looked at Zhao Xiong, she was shocked.
I saw that Zhao Xiong's round and fat body just now turned out to be only skin and bones in an instant.
From the grown mouth, there was a ho-ho panting sound.
Two bloodshot eyes seemed to pop out of their sockets.
But after a few breaths, a large amount of black air suddenly gushed out from the Duosoul Sword, enveloping Zhao Xiong who was like a mummy.
The black air slowly dissipated, leaving behind a face uglier than a ghost, and red, irrational eyes that only had the desire to kill.
"Ho ho ho, Ye Liangchen, your time of death has arrived!"
Muyan's pupils shrank, and she said slowly: "A demon cultivator!"
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"Mother, you promised that Xiaobao would not die... woo woo woo... Mother... Mother, you are lying..."
"Jun Muyan, bastard, let me out!!"
"Jun Muyan, count me... count me beg you, you will die if you go on like this..."
"Mother, Xiaobao is afraid, don't abandon Xiaobao..."
Muyan shook her head, forcing her thoughts to concentrate.
The hand holding the Qijue Sword was covered with blood and was icy cold, as if it no longer belonged to him.
Zhao Xiong, who has become a demon, soars in the sky, playing with her like a cat and a mouse, torturing her, and laughing harshly from time to time.
But in this laughter, in addition to being carefree, there is even more deep-seated unwillingness to resentment.
"Ye Liangchen, it's all because of you bitch that I have to expose my identity as a fallen demon, and I can't turn back!"
"Kong Yuanjiu will be here soon, from now on I will be like a rat crossing the street with nowhere to go... All of this, all of this is caused by you bitch."
"I will torture you to death bit by bit, and then I will smash your son's bones inch by inch. I will swallow his flesh and blood... Hahaha, just wait for the little bastard to go to hell to join you !"
— Swallow his flesh and blood in mouthfuls!
Zhao Xiong's voice, like a hammer, hit Muyan's mind hard.