Zu Jinyang used all his housekeeping skills, all ice, fire, thunder and lightning smashed towards Mo Ye, but Jun Huantian was blocked by him, all the attacks that were the same in the early stage of the formation of alchemy were offended, but he himself was no longer able to withdraw. opportunity.
At the same time, Zhu Zifan also picked up the gentleman sword, Jian Guanghanmang, countless sword rains rushed towards Jun Huantian, and had to avenge the revenge of love and insult!
A few people fought in chaos in an instant, the magic weapon shining with magnificent light, the sword aura of a dragon, and the spell of the power of nature gathered together in the flower pavilion. The aura was blasting like a raging ocean, just hearing a click, even Hua Ting couldn't help the turbulence of power, as if it was about to collapse.
"Wait... Wait for me... Whoops!!!"
With a bang, Fu Zhong’s dying heavy fist hit Mo Ye’s shoulder like a hammer. Mo Ye only felt a sweet throat, and his heart seemed to stagnate for a moment, but Fu Zhong succeeded in his blow, regardless of being caused by Qinglong sword energy. She was seriously injured, and came behind her, raised her arms, and was about to elbow hard!
Hearing a sneer, Qinghong Sword pierced his chest straight, along with Mo Ye's own shoulder.
Mo Ye hit Fu Zhong with his body, and stabbed his shoulder forcefully. With another muffled noise, Fu Zhong's chest was penetrated by Qinghong's sword.
boom! ! A heavy fist fell on Mo Ye’s head, her eyes were dark, and several warm currents ran across her cheeks. The force that almost drove her flying caused Qinghong Sword to cut through her shoulders. Fragmented bones fly together.
Mo Ye rolled on the spot, turned around and drew out the Qinghong sword, and pierced again towards Fu Zhong's heart.
With a sneer, blood rushed out, seeming to fill her eyes full of killing intent. However, she was sure that her accuracy was correct, but the teleportation array still did not stop.
Pulling out the sword forcefully, I need to stab again. I only feel a flower in front of my eyes. The wooden flower pavilion floor has turned into mud, and the carved fence has turned into green mountains and green trees...
Zu Jinyang instantly closed his hand and leaped to occupy a high place.
Zhu Zifan also froze for a moment, and returned to Xi Ziyou's side.
The crowd was stunned by the fierce fighting, and they collapsed to the ground. No one recovered for a while.
They... came out.
At this moment, Fu Zhong, who had been stabbed by Mo Ye, spit blood out of the mouth, smiled strangely at her, and died abruptly.
Mo Ye turned over and fell to the ground, and her heart couldn't calm down for a while, the surging blood flowed around, wow, spit out a mouthful of blood.
The meridians all over the body seemed to be soaked in boiling water, and they were about to explode like torment. Even if they vomited blood madly, they still could not be relieved.
But she persisted and tried her best to look around, holding a trace of illusion but still shattered, Zhuang Shao did not come out.
"Mo'er, are you injured?" Zhu Zifan exclaimed, Feishian was about to go to help her, but was again blocked by the blackness.
Jun Huantian slowly bent down and took a pill from his sleeve and stuffed it into Mo Ye's mouth. Although the injury was not fatal, the wounds, blood, blood, and bones were still abnormally dazzling.
Her mental cultivation was not enough to drive his swordsmanship, and she ended up with blood flowing backwards, but it didn't matter, he could give her all.
The trance and sorrow on her face made him reluctant to look again, and he felt regretful.
If he could choose again, he would rather be a villain and directly imprison all her actions and take her out of the Immortal Cave Mansion safely. Even if it caused her to betray her, how could she blame him for hating him in the future
If he could choose again, he would rather stay outside the flower pavilion in the end. She was fighting for his life. Even if she disappeared in the fairy cave after all, it would be better than watching her feel sad for other men.
People are so selfish, and the dead are just passersby to him. The road of cultivation is difficult and difficult, and there are nothing more than bones on both sides. He is used to life and death, indifferent to longevity, but still can't ignore it, her eyes are sorrowful for others.
Boom boom boom! "Wow... Xiangu, don't die... You are dead... What can you do about the slave..."