Fatty Jia was not willing to be outdone, so he jumped up and slammed heavily on the ring with a "bang" sound like a stone, which seemed very imposing.

The reason why he made such a loud noise was because he wanted to give Mo Xiaohong a scare. In addition, he also wanted to try whether this are real or not.

Therefore, after landing on the ring, he stomped his feet hard, and then he realized with conviction that the ring was much stronger than he thought.

As a result, the shock in Fatty Jia's heart was unparalleled!

Damn it is human beings? With one pen, you can create such a big ring? And, the time is so short!

Fatty Jia thought again, could it be that Hu Yang had a secret help from the gods behind him? Otherwise, he would not have such ability!

Except for the four demon children, almost everyone else thinks this way. After all, in their minds, Poplar's skills are always average.

When Mo Xiaohong saw Fatty Jia coming up, she shook the spiritual sword in her hand and said to Fatty Jia, "I'll let you have three swords!"

"Hahaha!" Fatty Jia immediately laughed when he heard this, "Just, just because you, the ignorant little girl, dare to say that you let me have three swords!"

Zhan Yue'e and Xiaolian were also a little amused and were both wondering, where did the little girl come from, how could she speak such a big tone?

The two girls couldn't help but look at Hupo Poplar again because they wanted to find the answer from Hupo Poplar, after all, Mo Xiaohong was brought by Hupo Poplar.

Hupo Poplar looked very calm, as if he didn't think Mo Xiaohong was stolen at all. Zhan Yue'e couldn't help but shake her head and thought to herself that this little girl might not have a close relationship with Hupo Poplar, otherwise he wouldn't be so relaxed.

The other three demon children seemed very impatient, especially the Black Wind Golden Demon. He even said with some contempt, "Xiaohong, what do you want him to do? Cut off his head with one sword, and it's clean!"

When Fatty Jia heard this, he couldn't help but sneer and said, "It's all a bunch of guys who brag and don't make drafts!"

Xie Manzi frowned slightly, thinking, is Hu Yang's helper nearby? It is possible that he will take action secretly later, so this little girl named Xiaohong is so arrogant.

When Xiaohong heard the Black Wind Golden Demon say that, she shook her head and said, "It's so boring to cut off his head with one sword! Even if I want to kill him, I have to let him feel the feeling of life being worse than death!"

"Arrogant, so arrogant!" Fatty Jia finally couldn't help it. He drew out his long sword. Without saying a word, he moved forward and suddenly sacrificed his sword and stabbed it!

rinse!

The sword stabbed out very quickly, which brought a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

Everyone clearly saw that Fatty Jia's sword spit out a sword light and instantly stabbed Mo Xiaohong!

Mo Xiaohong seemed to have not reacted, and the sword light pierced into her right chest!

The field suddenly became quiet. Fatty Jia was a little surprised and murmured, "You are so chewing, so that's so delicious!"

The sword in his hand retreated slightly, and the sword light shrank back.

Mo Xiaohong said unhappily, "Didn't you just say that you would only compare sword moves and not use magic? Boy, why did you use magic power to activate the sword energy?"

It turns out that she is concerned about this matter!

Apart from Hu Yang and the other three demon children, the others were even more surprised, because they clearly saw Fatty Jia's sword light almost penetrated the little girl's chest, but why did they not see blood coming out now?

Has she already used her mana to seal the wound?

Apart from this explanation, no one can understand any other reason.

Fatty Jia turned his head and looked at Hu Yang with a little nervous look. He breathed a sigh of relief without seeing Hu Yang getting angry. He turned around and smiled at Mo Xiaohong, "I forgot just now, I used a little spell with conditioned reflex. Hey, didn't hurt you, right?"

Mo Xiaohong sneered, "How could your broken sword hurt me?"

Fatty Jia snorted and said, "The duck is dead and his mouth is hard! Since you are not injured, then take two more swords!"

He was still obsessed with Mo Xiaohong saying that he had three swords!

Zhan Yue'e and Xiaolian reacted and couldn't help but think that Fatty Jia was very hateful and greedy for small gains. They even had to care about a little girl's words, so they obviously couldn't suffer any loss.

Mo Xiaohong despised him and said, "Then come!"

She said this obviously trustworthy.

For people in the demon world, they are actually more trustworthy than those in the mortal world. They have to do whatever they have said.

Fatty Jia didn't think so. He thought that if he had just used a spell and stabbed the little girl, she would definitely find a way to take revenge, so naturally she would not let herself stab her again.

So, when Fatty Jia approached Mo Xiaohong again, after stabbing the sword, it immediately turned into a false move.

When his sword tip was almost stabbing Mo Xiaohong, he suddenly stabbed two swords quickly to the left and right sides.

He might think that Mo Xiaohong would inevitably dodge her sword, so she would either dodge left or dodge right.

Unexpectedly, what he never expected was that Mo Xiaohong still did not move, and even stopped the sword to block it.

When Fatty Jia reacted, the long sword in Mo Xiaohong's hand moved...

rinse!

With a sound of breaking through the air, Mo Xiaohong's sword was slashed out from somewhere, and it actually slashed directly on Fatty Jia's wrist holding the sword!

"Oh!" Fatty Jia screamed. The stinging pain from his arm made him unable to hold the sword, and blood even splattered and fell on his face.

He panicked and hurriedly retreated!

Mo Xiaohong did not pursue her. She was a little confused and murmured, "What kind of broken sword is this? You can't cut off his arm!"

She was too trustworthy and forgot a little bit. Although this ordinary spiritual sword was sharp, it would not be easy to cut off a cultivator's arm if it was not relied on its magic power.

After all, Fatty Jia is also a level seven earth spirit, and his body is quite strong. An ordinary spirit sword can split his muscles, which is already an upper limit.

"Xiaohong, you should have kicked him just now!" The Black Wind Golden Demon shouted a little dissatisfied.

Mo Xiaohong held the sword and bounced it down, and said helplessly, "This kind of sword is too trash! It's not easy to use!"

On this side, Fatty Jia had retreated to Xie Manzi and said angrily, "I was attacked by her just now. I clearly agreed to let me have two more swords, but I didn't keep my promise."

"Others are just little girls." Xie Manzi was very disappointed with Fatty Jia, but he could only comfort him.

"Can a girl be untrustworthy? Humph, I don't know where the wild girl came from, and she has no tutor since she was a child!" Fatty Jia was still complaining. He suffered setbacks and was embarrassed. He couldn't find it back for a while, so he had to shirk responsibility.

Mo Xiaohong heard it and sneered, "You stab at left and right. No matter what, it is considered two swords. Do you still dare to say that I am not trustworthy! Humph, if it were yesterday, I will eat you!"
Chapter completed!