Fix your sister's fairy

"Alright, work. Mo Yi spat two mouthfuls of foam into the palm of his hand, and Xingzi looked serious.

"Can you be hygienic, don't touch me with your dirty hands, okay? The Blood Sword said with great dissatisfaction.

The middle-aged man in the sky stared at Mo Yi who was holding the Blood Sword and frowned, as if he was thinking about life, and after a while, he paused and slowly fell from the air and slowly landed on the ground.

The monks around the carriage are all hiding far away, even if Zixin in the carriage offers tens of thousands of high-grade spirit stones, they will not send them to death, after all, if you have a life to take money, you have to have a life to spend, and it is meaningless to die.

Mo Yi stood in front of the carriage with the bloody sword, and the middle-aged man looked at him less than ten meters away, Mo Yi felt as if there was an invisible force on his body oppressing him, as if he had a sword of Damocles hanging over his head. The middle-aged man's figure changed in his eyes, and Mo Yi seemed to see a golden giant mountain standing in front of him, making him feel incomparably small.

This is not an illusion or a trick, this is just the coercion of the monks in the Ruins Period, the power of the superior to the inferior, every step the middle-aged man took was in Mo Yi000's eyes, and the whole world trembled.

"Huh......" Mo Yi adjusted his breathing, he didn't want to be shattered by the other party before he could fight back, but fortunately, the middle-aged man was a martial arts cultivator, not a law cultivator, otherwise he would probably not have a chance to get close, and he would be directly shocked by the other party's eyes.

"Hand over the sword in your hand, and the man in the carriage behind you, and I'll make your death a little more comfortable. The middle-aged man looked at Mo Yi and said lightly, his tone was not coercive, as if he was stating the facts.

"I thought you'd let me go, but I wouldn't necessarily let me go. Mo Yi took a breath, held his breath, and held the Blood Sword with both hands.

"What are you chirping with him?, rush up and him!" the Blood Sword shouted dissatisfiedly.

The middle-aged man's eyes stopped slightly on the Blood Sword, and he felt that the Blood Sword was just a soul attached to it in a certain period of returning to the ruins, and there was nothing to be afraid of at all, this kind of soul cultivation that gave up the flesh and attached to other magic weapons would be restricted by eighty or ninety percent, and a period of returning to the ruins could only perform the cultivation of the vast period at most.

"Miss BJFD, I can not kill you now, but I will take you to your mother. The middle-aged man directly ignored Mo Yi and the Blood Sword and looked at the carriage behind him.

"Elder Gilded, you know very well what will happen to me if I fall into my mother's hands. Zixin said hoarsely.

"Then please die here, I will bury you with a grand funeral, and these new generations of people in the immortal cultivation world will bury you with you. The middle-aged man said.

"Who TM is willing to bury someone!" Kicking the ground violently, the cultivation of the seventh layer of the Mortal Period exploded, the ground around him cracked, and the rocks were violently bounced off and smashed The Kunpeng wings of the mountain rock wall stretched out, and in an instant, Mo Yi's speed reached its peak.

Any period of immense time would be terrified by this quick fright, and Mo Yi has turned into a golden light that is difficult to find, almost completely hidden under the sun.

"It's fast, really fast, it's over most of the vastness. The middle-aged man looked at Mo Yi, who was rushing at great speed, and exclaimed, even the cultivation that had been indifferently ignoring Mo Yi from beginning to end was shocked in an instant, "You are not an ordinary out-of-ordinary. "

But in the eyes of middle-aged men, it is still too slow.

The middle-aged man's right foot lightly touched the ground, and the whole moment was suspended in the air, Mo Yi missed the blow and stopped the car, looking up at the sky.

"You...... Not ordinary monks. Only then did the middle-aged man begin to pay attention to Mo Yi, he frowned and observed Mo Yi, "You are an absolute genius elite even in the Super Immortal Sect, who are you?!"

"I'm afraid I'll scare you to death if I say it. Mo Yi smiled at the middle-aged man and said, "Have you heard of Tiangumen?"

The middle-aged man's face changed for a moment, but the next moment he regained his indifference, "I didn't expect to meet someone from Tiangumen in such a place...... And I met one of the top geniuses, hehe, I'm really lucky. "

Mo Yi sneered, he knew that this guy would not flinch at all because of the name of Tiangumen, I am afraid that the middle-aged man himself is also a person from one of the top ten immortal sects, like a top-level and top-ranked genius of the sect is usually strictly protected to avoid unexpectedly dying early, but now he can take the opportunity to kill the opponent's genius unknowingly, which is not a very strange luck.

"It is the style of Tiangumen to let the top geniuses of the sect walk in the immortal cultivation world at will. The middle-aged man said.

"I guess our sect master's reputation doesn't seem to be very good in the immortal cultivation world. Mo Yi said in a loud voice, "But there are still eighteen people like me who can fight in the sect, I am nineteen, and there are four heavenly kings who carry the handle of the Tiangu Sect on the eighteen Arhats, I am just a pawn, not a top genius, Your Excellency Miao praised." "

"You'd better stay here for now. The middle-aged man didn't seem to want to talk to Mo Yifei, raised his right hand with a cold smile, and the golden mana slowly lingered on his arm, and the surrounding mountains and rocks were shattered by a huge force, with the middle-aged man as the center, the thick clouds in the sky were even washed away into a large circular mouth.

"Throw me out, aim a little, heart, head whichever you choose. The bloody sword in Mo Yi's hand said in a lazy tone, "Why should Uncle Ben be so bored as to watch a scum in the ruin period and waste my time, could it be that you still have to talk about it again, and then adjust the tense atmosphere, and have a big battle that is difficult to solve?"

The Blood Sword sneered, "Waste of time. "

Mo Yi did not hesitate to weigh the weight of the blood sword with his right hand, aimed at the heart of the middle-aged man in the air, and threw it out with all his strength with a sharp turn of his body.

The middle-aged man looked at Mo Yi's movements indifferently, in his eyes, this was just the struggle of the ants, he mobilized eighty percent of his strength, and it only took one punch to turn this canyon into powder.

Mo Yi took off the Blood Sword, and the next moment the Blood Sword disappeared, Mo Yi's face turned pale violently, and even his entire body shriveled, as if most of the blood in his body was thrown out with this loss.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, frowning, he looked around and wanted to find out the whereabouts of the Blood Sword, but he didn't see anything, the Blood Sword completely disappeared out of thin air.

At this time, the middle-aged man noticed that all the monks in the canyon were staring at him blankly, and their eyes were not frightened, but ...... Sluggish.

The middle-aged man looked down, and he saw a blood-red, hideous short sword stuck in his chest.

"Hello, idiot. Stiletto greeted him in an extremely vicious tone. _

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