Fix your sister's fairy

It's really miserable, after being slashed into this appearance by a sword, even if you absorb spirit stones to supplement mana, it won't help, increasing mana can't speed up the recovery of wounds, plus Qingman Wu is now standing in front of him, and his life is completely in the other party's thoughts.

"Actually, I can still salvage it. Mo Yi lay in the pit and looked straight at the light man dance standing on the edge of the pit and said.

"If I were her, I'd probably spit on you. The Blood Sword said silently, "I've never seen you so shameless, you were the first to do it, and now it's you who begs for mercy." "

"Bah, this is called the eldest husband can bend and stretch! What do you know! Stay in the green mountains, don't be afraid of no firewood!" Mo Yi slumped on the ground and said weakly with the bloody sword.

Qingmanwu naturally heard Mo Yi's words, she thought at first that Mo Yi was talking to herself, but now her eyes fell on the Blood Sword, and she naturally knew the truth that Mo Yi seemed to be talking to herself.

"Sword Spirit ......?" Qu Qingmanwu frowned slightly, but after a while, she denied this conjecture, just because the spirit intelligence that had not produced any magic weapons in the immortal cultivation world quarreled with the master.

"The soul of the ancestors attached to the sword. Qingman took half a step back without a trace, she gently put her hand on the hilt of the sword, although she was gifted and her cultivation was terrifying to the extreme, but her good fighting habits still made her vigilant all the time.

After the death of a powerful monk in the immortal cultivation world, the soul is not dispersed, and it is very common to attach to magic weapons or artifacts with aura, which is why there is always no shortage of geniuses who are as dazzling as meteors in the immortal cultivation world.

After all, if you eat dinner and go out for a walk with your teeth, as long as you are lucky, you may pick up a ring, bracelet or sword with an old grandfather or something, so it's no wonder that there are not many geniuses in the immortal cultivation world.

Usually these souls attached to artifacts and magic weapons are very weak, but there are always exceptions in the world, and there are often cases of low cultivators who have crossed several ranks for monks in the world of cultivating immortals and killed major repairs.

And these examples are very few, but most of them are monks who rely on the power of immortal weapons lost in the battlefield of the ancient immortals, and more monks also rely on the old man they carry with them to kill the enemy to tide over the difficulties, such as a certain Xiao Mouyan and a certain thirty years of Hedong and thirty years of Hexi, I will not name them here, everyone knows who it is...... Ahem.

Then again, Qingman Wu has a certain degree of caution against this kind of soul attached to the magic weapon, the ghost knows if it will capsize in the gutter and be killed here, there will never be a shortage of geniuses in the immortal cultivation world, because geniuses are often more likely to fall than ordinary people!

"Blood Sword, can you beat her?" Mo Yi saw that Qingman Dance was full of vigilance, and naturally knew that the other party already knew the secret of the Blood Sword, so he simply let go and discussed it loudly with the Blood Sword, which also carried a bit of intimidation into Qingman Dance.

A little time to buy now is a little time, and he doesn't want to die here.

"Of course you can fight! You think this is a big hahaha!" The Blood Sword no longer transmitted, but directly came out of an arrogant voice.

"Oh?" Mo Yi glanced at him.

"Don't think about it, you can't beat it, find a way to run with oil on the soles of your feet. The sound of the blood sword was transmitted into Mo Yi's ears in the next moment.

"......"

Hearing this, Mo Yi immediately stepped up the repair of his body, and the original hideous wound has now recovered five or six layers, and the gray mana can not only destroy the substance, but also restore his own injuries when it is applied to his body.

Qingman Wu still stood quietly outside the pit and looked down at Mo Yi, she was not disturbed because of the words of the blood sword, she had her own decision, when those beautiful eyes stared at Mo Yi, it always made Mo Yi feel like a knife on his body, the blade touched the fragile and soft heart and kept scraping, as if the next moment it would be inserted into the mouth and gush blood.

Suddenly, Mo Yi noticed that Qingmanwu's eyelids twitched, and at the same time, he did not hesitate to drag the unrepaired body to roll towards his side, and at the same time, the dust beside Mo Yi was raised high with a loud noise, and a bottomless ravine appeared in place.

Qingman Wu seems to have made a decision, she wants to completely kill Mo Yi here, not for anything else, just because of the three-petal red leaves on Mo Yi's head, the hunting order of Nanxun Holy Mountain, as a saint, she is accused of fulfilling her obligation to kill Mo Yi.

········· Ask for flowers·······

For the Holy Maiden, the sacred mission given to her from birth is greater than her own life, greater than all her fetters, and even greater than everything else.

And the little evil relationship with Mo Yi is nothing more than dust in the face of the mission.

Qingman Dance didn't move, the sky was lacking, she knew that Mo Yi could tell the time and direction of the sword from the details of her expression, but she didn't care, because she slashed out hundreds of swords in a second this time, you can see it, you know when it will come, but you can't dodge, you can only die in fear.

Dense and continuous roars and sharp whistling of sword qi filled the entire area, the earth shattered and cracked, and dense cracks like spider webs began to spread around the deep pit as the origin, and each crack was bottomless, which showed the terrifying power of sword qi.

000

"Dead. "

Li Shusheng in the corner felt that his lips were a little dry, he pursed his dry lips and said hoarsely.

Zhao Mad on the side didn't pick up, he really couldn't find anything to say, now all that is left is fear and inferiority, compared to the light man dance, he is really unpopular, the self-confidence he built up in the past has now completely collapsed, and even the imperial road decision he cultivated is faintly shaken.

The disciples of the Black Flame Sect and the Demon Jiao Palace were now honest as quails, because they knew that no matter whether it was Mo Yi or Qingman Wu, either of them had the ability to kill everyone here alone, and the decades-long conspiracy ambitions of the two forces seemed to be nothing more than a joke now.

Hundreds of swords were slashed out in a second, and the sound at that moment was sharp and piercing to the extreme, can you imagine a scream that pierces your eardrums? You can't imagine it, because the moment your eardrums shatter, you can't hear any sound anymore, you can only feel dizziness and pain.

The smoke and dust in the sky were raised, and they were blown in all directions by the sword qi, and the gravel shot out like arrows and crossbows, but anyone who rubbed and touched it would break his arms and legs.

No one believed that the seriously injured Mo Yi could escape from the attack range in an instant, in fact, even Mo Yi didn't believe it, but he still escaped, in another way. _

Feilu reminds you: three things to read - collection and recommendation