Seeing this, Mo Shumei swung his sword again, and the sword energy he created was even more powerful.
But the old nun caught the blade with both hands, and the golden body of the Buddha remained motionless.
"You're still too weak! Let me take a look?" The old nun stretched her head down like a giraffe and approached Mo Shumei, tilting her head at an unreasonable angle to measure her up and down: "Tsk tsk, your late stage of Huashen cultivation is fake, it was forcibly raised, and it is still falling. Your actual cultivation is only Yuanying, right? This knife is very interesting, it is the power given to you."
Mo Shumei said nothing. She gritted her teeth and tried to pull the magic knife back, but the magic knife seemed to be stuck in the cracks of the rocks and could not be pulled out at all.
[Girl, you better try harder!] 】
The sound of the magic knife howled in her mind.
[Pull me out quickly, this old nun’s hands stink! 】
"You miss your knife so much? I'll give it back to you~" The old nun grinned, revealing two rows of tiny fangs.
The Buddha statue's hands suddenly loosened, and while Mo Shumei was standing unsteadily, the thick stone arms suddenly raised up and smashed down like a mountain.
In a flash, Mo Shumei dodged to the side, and her black hair was blown up by the strong wind.
boom--! The stone fist smashed the ground, gravel flew everywhere, and cracks in the ground spread like a spider web.
After retreating several dozen feet, Mo Shumei was able to steady herself.
【Don't run, run! 】
Hun Yuan said in a nagging tone: [You have consumed too much energy. You only have a few minutes left! 】
"No." Mo Shumei looked at the unconscious Li Qingran and said, "Li Qingran is my friend. How can I watch her get killed?"
[Then you won’t risk your life, right? 】
"What do you know about this broken sword of yours..." Mo Shumei's eyes darkened.
She was tired of the life of wandering, and also tired of those friendly eyes suddenly turning into disgust.
In the past, she lived like a zombie.
Until I met Li Qingran, until I entered Jiange.
No one here would look at her strangely, no prejudice, no misunderstanding.
The disciples of Jiange would even share Coke and spicy strips with her. This was not because they were forced by the majesty of the Jiange ancestor, but because they felt it was from the bottom of their hearts.
The recognition and sincerity in their eyes cannot be faked.
For this recognition, she will fight to the end.
If she returns to her once dark life, she would rather die!
The demonic energy was boiling, and a cold light flashed in Mo Shumei's eyes.
The Soul Abyss Demonic Blade pointed diagonally at the ground, and as she moved forward, flickering black flames gradually ignited.
Her steps became faster and faster, and she appeared in front of the old nun almost instantly.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh——!
The blade drew seven afterimages in the air, slashing seven times in a row.
Her movements were so fast that they were blurry, and only flashes of black light could be seen. Each knife hit the old nun statue's eyes, throat, internal organs and other injuries accurately.
Sparks flew as the blade collided with the stone. The blade penetrated deeper and deeper, causing the Buddha's body to tremble, but only shallow scars were left, and golden powder fell off.
"You little mouse is so annoying! Go away!"
The old nun was annoyed by the fierce and violent knife skills.
The Buddha statue slowly put his hands together, golden light circulated around his body, and suddenly his palms suddenly separated, and strong light burst out from his fingertips.
boom--! An invisible wave of air swept over like a tsunami.
Mo Shumei's pupils suddenly shrank, and she crossed her arms over her chest.
The next second, a huge force descended, and her body was uncontrollably blown away by the shock wave, and her back hit the stone pillar beside the lotus pond heavily.
Mo Shumei climbed up tremblingly, holding the knife, blood oozing from the corners of her lips, and the demonic energy on her body also faded a little.
Before she could stand firm, the old nun took advantage of the situation and attacked her.
The Buddha statue flashed with golden light and rushed forward like an arrow, and it raised its palm with all its strength with the force of wind and thunder.
The palm wind whistled and the space shattered.
Mo Shumei had no time to dodge and could only raise his knife to block.
Time seemed to stop for a moment at this moment.
The blade of the Soul Abyss Blade was crushed inward by the huge force of the Stone Palm, and then hit the chest.
“Crack—”
The sound of broken ribs could be clearly heard.
The figures of the Demon Knife and Mo Shumei were smashed away at the same time, rolling into the dust without making any sound.
"Tsk, even magic cultivators can't do that, that's not practical."
The old nun shook her head, turned and walked towards Li Qingran and the eight dragons.
Snap——!
A stone hit the old nun on the head, and she paused.
Looking back, I saw a figure covered in blood lying on the ground, making a stone-throwing gesture.
This movement was so small, but it was too much for her to bear. With a violent cough, a large area of scarlet spread on the ground.
"Don't... ahem, touch... touch my friend..."
"Tsk." For no reason, a violent emotion arose in the old nun's head. She dodged and kicked with her leg.
Bang——!
Accompanied by a thunderous sound of gas explosion.
Mo Shumei flew and rolled all the way to the lotus pond, leaving a trail of blood on the ground.
She lay on the ground for a few seconds, propped up her arms and climbed up again, reaching out her trembling hands to a nearby stone.
Before she even touched the stone, the old nun had already stepped on it.
boom!
The ground is sunken.
Mo Shumei's body was half sunk into the ground, and she was mumbling hoarse words from her mouth that was spurting blood foam.
“No…”
“Shut up!” The old nun frowned and lifted the Buddha statue’s foot again, this time aiming at the body - the flesh and blood body that was no longer protected by any demonic energy.
One kick would surely tear it into four pieces, turning it into pulp.
She originally wanted to kill Li Qingran and the eight dragons first.
After all, she was quite interested in the magic knife, so she wanted to spare Mo Shumei's life and force her to reveal the secret.
But now she feels that it is not necessary.
It's just an ant, just step on it to death.
Snap——!
A stone hit me on the head from behind.
It also caused her foot, which was about to fall, to stop suddenly.
"who?!"
She really couldn't stand it at all, sneak attack, sneak attack, what did it mean to throw stones?
The damage is not great, but the insult is extremely strong. Is it because she controls stone statues? !
The old nun turned around suddenly.
The flowing air seemed to stagnate at this moment.
A hundred feet away, a swordsman was seen standing on a lotus leaf, and the lotus leaf did not sink at all.
He stood on the water, his black clothes were as black as ink, and his hair was as white as snow.
His face seemed to be covered by a layer of fog and could not be seen clearly, but there was a chilling look between his vague eyebrows.
There was a black-scale sword hanging on his waist. Although it was not unsheathed, the murderous intent was already chilling.
"Which elder of the Zhenwu Holy Land are you?!"
The old nun frowned, alert.
The fact that he could appear behind her silently showed his strength.
The swordsman did not answer, but just raised his head slightly.
The moment his eyes swept over, the air seemed to be cut.
The old nun's breathing stagnated, as if an invisible sword was pressed against her throat.
A chill spread over my head.
She only had time to lower her head.
Hiss, hiss——!
Two balls of blood mist burst out from the eye sockets, mixed with broken eyeballs.
The old nun looked shocked.
How could he pop her eyeballs just by looking at her?
If I had been a little slower just now, it would have been her head that was chopped off!
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