Section 7: I'm waiting for you (Part 2) (")

Zuo Mo Youruo is a wax figure with a weird posture, and the expressionless face is ridiculously dull.

Only eyes, those eyes full of fear, despair, and anger, were incompatible with his stiff and thin body and his rigid and ridiculous face!

In vain, the cold air that scared him easily forced him into a desperate situation and could not retreat.

The unwillingness and anger in my heart were suddenly ignited.

Go to death!

Crazyly circulating [Gengjin Qi Ray], all the spiritual power, carrying all his mind, bombarding towards this cold breath!

This is his only means.

The only thing that can be called a battle was the first time he used [Gengjin Qimeng] on Linggu. He still remembered the violent aura at that time, which had an impact on his mind. But the spiritual consciousness gathered by thousands of aphids was as weak as a baby compared to this cold breath.

At this moment, he was like a madman, holding a sickle and rushing towards his fully armed enemy.

[Gengjin Qi Wei] It looks like a light golden cloud, which caused the attack of this aura as soon as it came out.

In a trance, Zuo Mo seemed to see countless flying swords dragging their dazzling tails and flying towards him with a whistling! The cold and cold sword intent intertwined, and he could not avoid it!

The clear pupils completely turned into a sea of ​​fire, and the edge of the eye socket that was stretched to the extreme was cracked. Blood winded down the cheeks, and two bright marks were drawn on the dull face.

He didn't feel it.

The spiritual power in his body began to show signs of losing control under the crazy operation. He did not pause at all and continued to speed up the operation of his spiritual power.

With all his strength, [Gengjin Qi Rain] seemed to become extremely crazy. It did not retreat but instead advanced, and pounced on the cold aura.

If someone walks into Zuo Mo's room at this time, he will see a strange scene. A light golden cloud, rolling violently, as if something invisible is constantly eroding it, and its size is constantly shrinking.

The light golden clouds rolled even more violently, but they tightly protected Zuo Mo.

The battle became more and more fierce. [Gengjin Qi Ray] did not retreat at all in the face of the cold breath of sword energy. Like the spiritual consciousness of aphids, [Gengjin Qi Ray] regarded this breath as the spiritual consciousness released by an extremely huge aphid!

Zuo Mo didn't have time to pay attention to [Geng Jin Qi Mang], and he only had one thought in his mind - hurry up, hurry up!

The speed of spiritual power has reached a terrifying level. He has never tried to make spiritual power operate at this speed, and he dared not. But at this time, Zuo Mo, who was red-eyed, only regretted that the speed of spiritual power was not fast enough, and he was still speeding up the power operation!

Zuo Mo's head thumped, as if something had been broken, and his consciousness suddenly fell into a trance.

The spiritual power is like a wild horse that has broken away from control. The [Gengjin Qi Rain], which has already fluctuated violently, suddenly fluctuated even more violently, like boiling water, and the shape of the cloud body is extremely unstable. If a cultivator with high cultivation sees such a scene, he will be shocked, and the spiritual power loses control, and the next thing will be to explode and die!

Suddenly, a heat flow entered the meridians from Zuomo's heart.

The irritable spiritual power suddenly became extremely tame, and its operation speed increased instead of decreasing. The violent fluctuations of [Gengjin Qi Ray] disappeared without warning and became quiet.

Surprisingly, the cold aura seemed to notice something strange, and it actually retreated for the first time.

The quiet [Gengjin Qi Rain] clouds change and regenerate, and it quickly recycles into the middle. The cold breath also changes.

A light golden seven-section cone that looks like a pagoda!

A moon-shaped flying sword with a small bell hanging in a water blue!

Confronted quietly, but in the blink of an eye, both sides activated at the same time.

A cone and a sword turned into two streams of lights, one gold and one blue, and collided together with incomparable accuracy.

Table Tennis!

With a clear sound of the shattered glass, a shattered light burst out from the air, like fireworks, blue and gold, which was very beautiful.

Zuo Moru opened his eyes in a daze, his whole body was painful, and his skin was like a crack. He couldn't help but moan. This moan suddenly awakened his dazed consciousness.

You can move yourself!

That damn aura has disappeared!

He was stunned at first, then an indescribable pleasure arose. He wanted to laugh to the sky, but before the corners of his mouth could move, his muscles immediately turned into a scream. Although he didn't know what had just happened, he undoubtedly won!

He was holding pink paper in his hand with two words written on it.

"Bad guy!"

The handwriting is still beautiful and his tone is not as good as that of his old age, but the dying Zuo Mo involuntarily felt deep disgust in his heart.

What a vicious woman! She actually wants his life!

These two words must have been set up by the other party with a spiritual attack. It is definitely not someone he can provoke to release such a terrifying attack through two words. Zuo Mo is very clear about this. He doesn't know whether the head and uncle can do this, but no one in the inner sect can reach this level.

In other words, the strength of a ruthless woman is far greater than that of her senior brother.

However, after walking around the gates of hell, he was not much afraid, even if the opponent's strength was far superior to him.

He had heard of those strong cultivators who were cold and arrogant towards those who were at the bottom. But he never thought that the other party would have murderous intent because of the word "two"!

Brother is simple!

Zuo Mo took a deep breath, touching the huge pain from the wound, struggled to get up, bared his teeth and moved to the table.

It was still bright and thick cinnabar, and it was still the wolf hair. Zuo Mo dipped it hard several times.

The whole right hand seemed to have been broken several times. When it moved gently, it hurt to the bone marrow. Gritted his teeth and held the wolf's hair with great effort. A few drops of bright red cinnabar dripped from the tip of the pen and fell on the pink paper, like blood, and little red.

Because of the pain, Zuo Mo subconsciously sucked the air conditioner in his mouth, held the wolf hair in his right hand, and left three crooked words on the pink paper very seriously.

"I'm waiting for you!"

He threw away the pen on his hand and glanced at it for a few seconds. Zuo Mo let out a few unpleasant and strange laughter. His right hand was out of control and it took half an hour before he could barely fold the powder paper into a paper crane.

Unfortunately, the two words were not as good as the last time, Zuo Mo felt a little regretful.

While squeezing from pain, he instilled the last little spiritual power into the paper crane.

Seeing the pink little Qianhe disappearing into the horizon, he cursed this cruel woman countless times in his heart.
Chapter completed!