Mo Shumei wanted to go straight to the secret realm gate.

As a result, halfway through the journey, I felt the disgusting aura of Monk Huikong.

She knew that Monk Huikong and Yaochi Saint Song Chiyue were not good people.

I came over to take a look and saw that it was indeed Monk Huikong who was doing the evil.

He didn't want to care, but found that the female cultivator held by Monk Huikong was somewhat familiar... He seemed to have seen this female cultivator in the mortal county before. At that time, she was riding a flying boat with Yue Qianchi, the senior sister of Jian Ge.

Since he was from Jian Ge, she couldn't just stand by and do nothing.

When the chaos broke out at the sect ruins, if the disciples of Jian Ge had not given her the opportunity to conceal and keep a low profile, she would never have been able to get the second volume of Sad Gift so easily - the remains of the Sword Demon were extremely difficult to deal with, and she almost didn't defeat it even when Hun Yuan pulled it into the Sword Domain. She was also attacked by the Sword Domain and could be in danger at any time.

She decided to take care of Monk Huikong while her Soul Abyss could still be unsheathed, and then quickly leave the secret realm to find a place to recuperate.

result……

Half a minute later.

Mo Shumei looked at Monk Huikong standing on the lotus platform with an unpleasant expression.

She defeated Monk Huikong's Arhat body, and as a result, the opponent's trump cards emerged one after another.

At this moment, the lotus platform under Monk Huikong's feet is a powerful defensive weapon.

Even though the magic weapon was almost broken, it still managed to withstand her fierce attack.

[Hmph, I told you to stop meddling in other people's business. The backlash is about to begin! Just bear with it, but don't die! ]

Before Hunyuan finished speaking, a sharp pain in his heart exploded from his limbs. The sharp pain from his soul crushed his consciousness like a rotten wood, and Mo Shumei let out a half-groan from her throat. Even biting her tongue could not stop her body from collapsing. Her knees smashed, and the magic knife drew a half arc of cold light. The blade pressed against the bluestone and barely supported her body that was about to fall.

Monk Huikong had already made preparations for retreat.

This demon cultivator who suddenly appeared was extremely powerful. If he hadn't been injured, he might have been able to suppress the opponent steadily.

But he was injured now, and after using up all his cards, he managed to get a draw.

The lotus platform under his feet was his last resort. If the lotus platform was shattered, he would have no choice but to run.

It turns out that something seems to be wrong with the other party?

He took a look at her, and a sly smile appeared on his lips: "Amitabha. This female donor, you have been attacked by the evil spirit. Practicing the magic is like this. You are strong in combat and your realm is improved quickly, but you can't guarantee when it will take your life... The sea of ​​demons is endless, so it is better to return to the holy land with this poor monk. I will burn the holy body and have the Dharma, which will definitely cleanse the donor's filth!"

"You stinky monk, forget it!" Mo Shumei bit her buttocks tightly and struggled to get up.

But it felt like all the bones in my body were crushed, and it hurt to move a finger.

She could only use a hoarse voice to remind Li Qingran behind her: "Go! What are you still standing there for?"

Li Qingran took a deep look at Mo Shumei who was kneeling and unable to get up.

Judging from the aura of this person, he is undoubtedly a demon cultivator.

She had no good feelings towards the demon cultivator, so she did not intervene when Mo Shumei and Huikong were fighting, but she did not take the opportunity to leave. She just watched from the side to see what the demon cultivator meant. After watching for a quarter of an hour, she found that the demon cultivator was different from what she knew. Especially now, when he was in danger, he still let her escape at the first opportunity...

Are there really such righteous demon cultivators in the world?

Li Qingran didn't know, but she followed her inner feelings.

Huh——!

The white string is unsheathed.

Mo Shumei only felt a sharp sword light passing by her body and pointing directly at Monk Huikong.

"There will always be a time to ride on the wind and waves, and set sail to cross the vast ocean!"

Li Qingran muttered to himself, and then his sword came out like a dragon.

Three clouds of mist bloomed where the afterimage passed by. In the hazy mist, the immortal who raised his cup to the moon was nowhere to be seen, only the frosty-haired swordsman stood with his sword in hand.

With the blessing of a single sword spirit root, he could only condense a water mist phantom.

Now I can already condense three.

She can transform freely between three water vapor shadows.

“Great swordsmanship! Come and try my Vajra Subduing Demon Palm!” Monk Huikong raised his hand to grab, but caught nothing. The figure in front of him suddenly dissipated into water vapor and returned to its original position in the blink of an eye. The remaining two phantoms condensed into sword energy and slashed towards Huikong from the left and right. The sword energy was extremely fast, and Monk Huikong had no time to form the Vajra Dharma Seal.

Snap——!

Two sword marks appeared on the lotus platform.

The lotus platform that was chopped into pieces by Mo Shumei finally failed to hold up. Amid the sound of shattering jade, the golden light that protected its body was completely extinguished.

At the same time, Monk Huikong's heart was also torn.

“The poor monk’s magic weapon!” The lotus platform under his feet turned into a few pieces of scrap copper and rotten iron.

Monk Huikong could only watch helplessly, his eyes turning red.

He is a holy Buddhist, but he has to earn his resources by himself.

Otherwise, with Master Fen Ye's cold personality, he could replace him at any time if he was not satisfied with anything.

After all, there are too many saints who want to be Buddhists.

Looking at the girl ten meters away, who was surrounded by sword energy.

Monk Huikong was secretly filled with hatred and clenched his fists.

As his throat rolled, he shouted like thunder: "Anger!"

The sound waves condensed into a "卍" Buddhist seal and smashed towards him.

This move is not intended to hurt the enemy, but only to cut off their retreat!

The cassock was blown up in a strong wind, and Monk Huikong was blown backwards a hundred meters away.

He reached into his arms and felt for the communication talisman. Now he only had two dantian Buddha balls left, so to be on the safe side he had to call three of his men to help!

Now that his true colors have been revealed, there is no need for him to maintain the glorious and upright image of a holy Buddha.

The most important thing right now is to get these two "resources".

Monk Huikong is very fast.

However, sword light is faster!

"Meteor White Feather is inserted into the waist..."

"The sword flower autumn lotus light comes out of the box!"

Li Qingran shook his wrist, and the Suxian sword emitted a few arcs of light, and the sword blade reflected the two cold stars in his eyes.

Mo Shumei's pupils shrank suddenly, and she saw the white-stringed sword humming and dragging out a remnant of the moon towards Monk Huikong.

At this moment, the shadow of a black-robed swordsman suddenly appeared behind the girl.

The swordsman's long white hair danced wildly in the wind, and his wrist overlapped with the girl's hand, as if he and the girl were holding the Suxian sword together.

At this moment, the exploding sword energy cut dense sword marks on the surrounding surface.

Mo Shumei only felt a dryness in her throat.

She felt that her sword skills were powerful, but they were not even half as good as the swordsmanship of this young girl.

Which Sword Master's lineage did this girl inherit?

Monk Huikong turned around, holding a sword with his hand seal, and his fleeing figure paused.

But he did not stop, and continued to run towards the sect's ruins, his figure gradually obscured by the gray mist that had not yet dissipated.

"What a pity! If you were in the Jindan stage, you would not be able to resist the evil monk with his current injuries..."

Mo Shumei shook her head, but immediately sat cross-legged in meditation, trying to relieve her grief.

Monk Huikong wanted to shake someone, so she had to find a way to do it before the other party called for help.

Resolve the backlash of the sword domain's evil energy - although this is almost impossible.

"Jindan stage?"

After hearing what Mo Shumei said, Li Qingran paused slightly while holding the sword.

His gaze pierced through the mist and fixed on the fleeing figure of Monk Huikong; his clear eyes were filled with the thick frost of late autumn.

"Then I...have a breakthrough!"

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