Chapter 710
"Hmph, arrogance!"
Lin Zou snorted coldly, this Mo Feng'er dared to rush over to attack, he simply didn't take himself seriously.
No matter what I say, I am also a cultivator of the third rank of the False God Realm. Even if I practice evil cultivation techniques, it is not something a stinky girl at the second level of the God Transformation Realm can deal with.
To deal with Wen Jianzong's swordsmanship, the spells and secrets that are common in evil cultivation methods are not easy to use.
This kind of fierce sword move had to be broken with an equally tough move.
Lin Zou raised the blood-patterned stone wide-edged sword to his chest, and at the same time urged a large amount of essence and blood into it, and then violently moved the hilt.
The blade of the sword rotated rapidly with the movement of the wrist, and danced out a circular grinding disc, which was filled with red blood mist, which looked like an open red umbrella from a distance.
But there was a murderous intent hidden in this umbrella, and Mo Fenger's twisting silver snake crashed into it, immediately making a series of ping-ping-pong-pong-pong-pong sounds.
The silver snakes were cut off one by one, and the bloody red umbrella that Lin Zou opened was also shattered.
Just when the two sides were about to exhaust their moves, Lin Zou suddenly shook his body, and suddenly released a surge of blood energy, which hit Mo Feng'er like a tide.
Mo Feng'er left a layer of energy protection on the outside of the skin, but it still couldn't completely block the blood essence from the False God Realm.
Part of the red mist penetrated into her skin through Qi Jin, making her body suddenly stiff and unable to control her body muscles freely.
Lin Zou's next wave of attacks came one after another, and the wide-edged sword swung out from bottom to top, sweeping towards Mo Feng'er's waist.
Although he couldn't see his opponent's movements clearly, Mo Feng'er already sensed the danger.
Regardless of the damage to the meridian, he drank loudly all over his body, violently shaking Qihai Dantian, and bursting out all the power in an instant.
A silver light exploded from her body, and traces of red mist were forced out from the pores and dissipated under the silver light.
Temporarily freed from the influence of blood energy, she once again raised her long sword and cast a sword to open the mountain.
And side step to the right, trying to dodge the opponent's attack while launching a counterattack.
Lin Zou watched carefully, and suddenly burst into strength with a contemptuous smile, and the red light on the surface of the wide-edged sword soared.
The sword tip emits arc-shaped blood light and spins in the air,
Draw a twisted human route, change direction and pass through Mo Fenger's left shoulder.
The body shield on Mo Feng'er's left shoulder shone brightly, and then it was forcibly torn apart.
With a bang, her left arm was cut off shoulder-length by blood.
Bright red droplets gushed out, staining her cheeks and clothes.
Due to the influence of the blood smoke released by the evil cultivator, the body's sense of touch and pain was also greatly weakened.
Mo Feng'er only felt that her left shoulder was empty, and then a needle-like numbness came quickly.
She knew that her arm was broken, but Xie Xiu had just made a move, which happened to be the gap between attack and defense.
I have to cut out the mountain with a sword, and strive to severely injure the evil cultivator.
As long as you seize the time to kill the evil cultivator, and then retrieve your left arm to bandage it, you can still pick it up by rushing back to the Qianyunzong Post Station within a day.
She gritted her teeth and insisted, regardless of the blood gushing from her left shoulder, and poured as much vigor and power of heaven and earth into the sword as possible.
The long sword fell, and the sword Kaishan was used again.
At a distance of only two feet, the silver crescent smashed through the blood energy in Lin Zou's chest shield, and cut him obliquely.
"Successful, now the evil cultivator is dying and dying, so hurry up and get rid of it."
Mo Feng'er's spirit was lifted, and he raised his sword and rushed forward to stab Xiexiu in the head.
Unexpectedly, her right wrist was firmly clasped, and then a strong force struck, and the long sword in her hand was taken away abruptly.
how so?
I clearly sensed that the sword move had split the evil cultivator into two pieces. Why was this evil cultivator still able to take away his long sword when he was fine? Pick up the book
Mo Feng'er couldn't think of the reason, but she knew that she might not escape this disaster today.
Without a weapon on his body, the power of Wen Jianzong's sword moves would be greatly reduced if he used them with bare hands.
His left arm was still cut off, and blood gushed out from the wound, and Qi and the power of heaven and earth were continuously draining from the opening of the meridians.
The strength is weakening, starting to drop from the second level of the god-transformation state, and will soon fall below the state of the gods.
Suddenly, she felt a strange feeling in her abdomen.
It was a long sword piercing the body horizontally. This position is the main vein of the abdomen. Is the evil cultivator trying to bleed himself?
Before she had time to think about it, the long sword was pulled out from her abdomen, and the warm liquid gushed out crazily, and she was kicked to the ground.
It's so cold, that's what it feels like to lose blood.
Due to the rapid loss of blood, the influence of the blood smoke spell in the mine weakened, and the physical sensation returned temporarily.
Severe pain came from the abdomen and left shoulder, making Mo Feng'er gasp.
She saw a fiercely dressed man standing in the red smoke in front of her.
The man held his long sword in his hand, and the sword was still dripping blood.
He didn't have any scars on his chest. It seemed that his last counterattack just now was unsuccessful.
Lin Zou looked down at the woman in the pool of blood, and he was a little touched by that strong and beautiful face.
He flicked the blood on the long sword, and said, "You know the result, do you have any last words?"
The blood in Mo Feng'er's body had gradually drained away, only the last bit of vigor from penance was left to support her consciousness.
Hearing Xiexiu ask herself, Mo Feng'er showed a forced smile: "The last... words, there is no... it's not for you.
But...it's a pity, I...I'm sorry...my fiancé, can't...can't fulfill the oath of growing old...to grow old together... ...."
Lin Zou narrowed his eyes, Mo Fenger was really infatuated with Mo Junrong.
It's a pity that she didn't know that in Mo Junrong's eyes, death is the most valuable.
Forget it, since that's the case, don't tell her the truth, lest you die with hatred.
Lin Zou swallowed, and deliberately asked in a low voice: "Who is your fiance, I will write to him and tell him about it."
Mo Feng'er's pale face revealed a trace of mockery and teasing: "I...my fiancé is...a demon slayer, big...big hero Mo... .. Mo Junrong.
Sooner or later he will...will avenge me.... "
After saying this sentence with all her strength, Mo Feng'er could no longer support her body, and her head fell heavily to the ground.
She thought of the golden red string on her wrist, and Mo Junrong's figure slowly appeared in her gradually dimming vision.
Mo Junrong was wearing a big red flower on her chest, and she was reaching out to invite herself,
It seems to be saying to myself: "Is Feng'er ready, we will go to worship now..."
In Wen Jianzong's Demon Killing Palace, the Demon Killing Envoy Mo Junrong claimed to be unwell, and was alone in the dark bedroom behind the hall.
He sat in front of the plain wooden table, quietly flipping through old letters one after another. The handwriting on the letters was familiar but unfamiliar, and they were all written by Mo Fenger.
An oil lamp was placed on the wooden table, and under the lamp was a string of gold and red strings, exactly the same as the one on Mo Feng'er's wrist.
Suddenly, the flame of the oil lamp shook violently, and then became more and more unstable.
Finally, the flame of the lamp was extinguished, and a wisp of blue smoke rose slowly, and disappeared without a trace after wrapping around the beam three times.
Mo Junrong slowly closed his eyes, and sighed: "You and I have a close relationship, but we will never live together forever. It's a pity..."
Sighing, he took out the red string of gold thread under the lamp holder and lit the lamp flame again.
Put those old letters carefully into the wooden box and put them away.
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