“Wow…”

No matter how strong your will is, it cannot replace everything!

Just like although Feng Mocheng tried hard to hone his skills, he could never be compared with those who reincarnate, nor with Liu Yumo today...

As the blood spurted out of the mouth.

Feng Mocheng didn't even see how Liu Yumo took action clearly. He was hit back directly and fell to the ground in a mess.

The gap between the two is too big.

even……

I don't even know when the weapon in my hand will be taken away.

"Is this your sword?"

Liu Yumo held the red sword in his hand, looked it carefully, and then exclaimed: "It's the same as my brother's Xihe sword. Is it called Liuhuo Sword? Is it called this name to miss your girlfriend who died early? I guess you must often miss your Zhang Liuhuo Sword, right?"

"What do you mean?!"

Feng Mocheng performed quite freely and easily. Even though he lost with one blow, he didn't mind at all and said, "Hmph, if you want to kill, do you think the power of mere words can move me?"

"Of course I can't move you!"

Liu Yumo smiled and said, "I'm just wondering how curious I have to take the opportunity. What kind of longing and beliefs should be used to summon a dead soul back and then attach to my own sword!"

Feng Mocheng: “…………………………………………”

His pupils suddenly shrank, and he said in shock: "What did you say?! What undead...What sword..."

Feng Mocheng was furious and said, "You bitch, you are still thinking about messing with my mind. I tell you, don't think you can succeed!!!"

"Don't believe it? It's normal. I will make you believe it... Anyway, there's still a lot of time, let's do an experiment."

A strong wind blew on Feng Mocheng instantly...

Feng Mocheng groaned, his body flew into the air and smashed heavily on a huge rock. He was already pressed on the stone and could not move.

Liu Yumo held the fire sword and slowly headed towards Feng Mocheng's throat... with an innocent smile on her face, she looked pure and flawless. Who knew that at this time, she had transformed into a goddess of revenge and would definitely let her enemies suffer the most cruel torture.

Therefore, her movements are very slow, as if she is playing a fun game. She doesn't want the game to be completed soon, but she also hopes that the enemy will suffer more inner torture.

And as the Liuhuo Sword gradually approached his throat...

Feng Mocheng's expression also changed from being full of anger at the beginning to being shocked and suspicious, looking at the tip of the sword that he was extremely familiar with.

He suddenly felt an indescribable depression in his heart, as if something was oppressing his heart.

Sudden……

The Fire Sword buzzed gently.

It seemed that it was a whistling unyieldingly... unwilling to kill his master.

Liu Yumo's movements gradually became more and more difficult. You can see that the force she used gradually increased, and something seemed to be hindering her from moving forward.

"You... what the hell is going on..."

Feng Mocheng's face suddenly became frightened.

His breathing gradually became fast and fast. The so-called firm mind was instantly disturbed by Liu Yumo. He watched in shock as his sword got closer and closer to his throat...

He shouted, "Come on if you want to come! Why do you have to play these mysterious tricks?"

Liu Yumo's hand trembled slightly, and she sneered: "I'm just laughing at your stupidity! I'm working hard to resurrect my girlfriend, but I don't know that your girlfriend has long become the sword spirit of the sword in your hand... It's ridiculous that your beloved has always been by your side, but you don't know that when I found these through my brother, I really laughed to death. From that time on, I have made up my mind to let you die in the hands of your beloved woman, and then, I seal your sword in a place that is always dark."

The smile on her face became colder and colder, "In this case, even if it is the worst result, Yisu really came. He resurrected you, but he will never be able to resurrect your Liuhuo, because you will never find her soul!"

Liu Yumo said word by word: "I want you two... to never meet in life and death!!!"

The words come to an end!

The Liuhuo Sword, which was only about an inch away from Feng Mocheng's neck, suddenly pressed down with force!

Feng Mocheng closed his eyes and waited for death.

But there was no pain as I imagined. I only heard a crisp sound of the beard, and a piece of warmth fell gently on my face.

He opened his eyes...

Then I saw a shocked scene.

The divine weapon that was so tenacious that it had never been damaged when facing any magic weapon, the Liuhuo Sword actually broke directly from the middle, and the red sword blade was falling on his face...

Liu Yumo showed a look of surprise on her face and said in surprise: "Is this...I would rather destroy myself than hurt the man she loves? Hey, it's so interesting. It's a pity whether to hurt him or not. What you said doesn't count. Even if only the broken sword is left, I can still kill him!!!"

Her face suddenly turned cold and harsh.

As he said that, only half of the broken blade was left suddenly inserted into it!

Feng Mocheng was immediately pierced by a sword...

He spewed out a mouthful of blood in his heart, and Feng Mocheng looked at the broken sword blade in shock.

Why? The invincible fire sword actually broke off on its own?

This is impossible... I didn't see Liu Yumo tampering with his sword!

What's going on?

Could it be...

What she said...is it true?!

Could it be that Liuhuo is always by his side?

Otherwise...why would this sword actually...can...

Feng Mocheng knew that this sword was just an ordinary soldier, not an excellent magic weapon, nor was it very powerful sword spirit in it. It was worn on him because it was a treasure circulated in his family. After entering the plane of reincarnation, he named it the Liuhuo Sword to miss the people in his heart. But now, why does it have such a bizarre performance?

It’s obviously just a mortal iron that doesn’t even have a sword spirit!

"Of course it's true. In order to prevent you from resurrecting your girlfriend by any means, I specially found the place where Zhang Liuhuo's soul was returned through the Lord God... What the Lord God found naturally cannot be fake."

Liu Yumo smiled and let go of the hilt of the Liuhuo Sword, looked at Feng Mocheng, whose heart was pierced through, and said with a smile: "But now, you can also say that she is not here because this time, she is really not here."

A cold smile appeared on the corner of her mouth and said lightly: "It's already... gone anywhere. The extremely fragile soul has lost its support. It should have dissipated between heaven and earth now, right? But this should be what she wants to see. After all,... it's better to dissipate by herself than to kill the person she likes with her own hands?"

Feng Mocheng's pupils instantly expanded. Even though he had been nailed to the ground by the Liuhuo Sword, he still roared angrily, "Liu Yumo, I want you to die!!!"

Regardless of the pain, he pulled out the broken sword from his chest...

Blood is splattering!

Punched the blade that was still stained with her residual blood towards Liu Yumo!

But it's just halfway through...

The angry roar seemed to have deflated balloons, as if they had vented all the anger in their lungs. They were stalemate in the air, staring at Liu Yumo tightly... but in the end there was no more power to stab.

The final power could not support him to launch a blow, and he had just reached half of his body... Feng Mocheng died because he had exhausted all his vitality!

Keep the action of holding the sword and stabbing.

His eyes were wide open, with anger that could burn everything inside, but more of it was despair and pain.

Before he died, he was told about this cruel thing, which made him witness his beloved disappear to protect himself...

Even Feng Mocheng, who was ready to die calmly, could not accept all this.

Even if you die... you will die with your eyes closed!!!

………………………………………………

"Next, you and me are the only ones who are left, Sister Heiyu."

Liu Yumo looked back at Heiyu, with a cruel smile in his eyes, "Now, it's time to tell me, how can we extract the drop of essence and blood from your body?"

Heiyu smiled faintly, a smile appeared on his pale face, and sighed: "Thank you, Yumo..."
Chapter completed!