"It's not okay if you don't kill you. I won't want the dragon grass flower, but you have to pay a little."
As Sun Zhuoming said, he rubbed his hands and walked towards Xuan Mingxin, without any obscene expression in his eyes.
"What's the price?" Xuan Mingxin asked in surprise, but when she raised her head to meet the other person's gaze, the joy that was rising in her eyes disappeared, and replaced by a deeper level of despair.
The sun had set at some point, and the sky was dark. Sun Zhuoming's expression was hideous and evil, like an evil ghost from the abyss hell, reflected in Xuan Mingxin's eyes, infinitely amplifying the fear deep in his heart.
"don't want..."
Xuan Mingxin weakly half-supported her body, and moved her hands and feet back. She suddenly realized that being killed in this chaotic place might be a lucky thing.
Sun Zhuoming smiled lewdly, raised his right hand calmly, bounced his index finger, and a powerful energy broke through the wind, and a "pop" hit Xuan Mingxin's right wrist.
This energy directly shattered Xuan Mingxin's wrist bones. The white wrist, which was originally as white as snow, suddenly changed shape, and purple-black emerged. The severe pain of the bones being broken and displaced made Xuan Mingxin scream. His other hand could no longer support his body and fell on the slightly wet soil by the lake again.
Looking at the slender jade hand, it was swollen like a pig's trotter. Sun Zhuoming not only did not have the slightest desire to be sympathetic, but instead developed a more eager desire. He seemed to enjoy the feeling of torture of this stunning woman in front of him.
He has been entering the Endless Island for many years, but he has never found a way to leave. He has not yet broken through to the Demon Refining Realm and cannot be automatically sent out by the Endless Island. The desire that had been accumulated for many years has completely exploded when his palm slapped Xuan Mingxin's pretty face.
He never said a word of nonsense, and he couldn't wait to pounce on Xuan Mingxin!
"Ah!~"
Xuan Mingxin screamed in despair, covering up the sound of the cloth being torn apart.
"No!!! Please, don't!!!" Xuan Mingxin still begged for mercy tirelessly, but what answered her was the other party's heavy gasps as heavy as a cow.
"Ah!" Another scream sounded, and a trace of bright red blood flowed out from the two of them, dripping on the wet soil.
Xuan Mingxin's eyes suddenly became desperate and empty, but Sun Zhuoming smiled successfully...
At this moment, a blood-red sword light hit from the center of the lake, silently showing its sharpness.
Sun Zhuoming was shocked and no longer cared about lust. He slapped the ground with his palms and bounced up to the ground. He didn't even have time to tidy up his clothes. He raised his hands in the air, and a dark green aura floated on his palms, condensed into a big spiritual eagle, blasting towards the sword light coming from afar!
Boom!
The blood-red sword light exploded, and the dark green spiritual eagle also dissipated. The collision of two forces in the air became a brilliant fire, faintly illuminating the black figure that was stepping on the waves.
After seeing the figure, Xuan Mingxin's eyes suddenly lit up, but then he returned to the darkness, and his eyes were filled with empty silence.
The person who suddenly appeared was Yue Mochen.
After he counterattacked the middle-aged man who wanted to steal his golden sand croaker, he continued to rush to the center of the desert scene, but before he could reach the center, he accidentally entered the teleportation array and came to the current scene.
Unlike Xuan Mingxin, Yue Mochen appeared on the other side of the lake. The lake was not big or small, but Yue Mochen saw the two fighting each other. He originally planned to sit in the mountains and watch the tiger fight, but he saw that Sun Zhuoming actually did something as if he was so careless.
Although Yue Mochen failed to recognize the victim as Xuan Mingxin when he was on the other side, he still chose to take action. Unfortunately, it was still too late. When he flew to the center of the lake, the other party had already successfully tore Xuan Mingxin's clothes apart. In desperation, Yue Mochen was attacked by near.
The sword light with sword intent flew over half of the lake and attacked Sun Zhuoming directly, but due to the distance being too far, the sword intent had disappeared nearly half, and the sword light was worse than ordinary attacks.
After blocking Yue Mochen's attack, Sun Zhuoming fell from the air with a sneer. Seeing that the person who took action was Yue Mochen, his face showed ecstasy, and his mood and body suddenly relaxed: "Another little devil comes, haha, it's a pity that it's not a woman, so it's better to deal with you first."
At this time, Yue Mochen had also flew to the shore and just heard the other party's words. He did not speak, but glanced at Xuan Mingxin, who was expressionless, and an inexplicable anger surged in his heart. He had no good feelings for Xuan Mingxin, but what Sun Zhuoming did was really unforgivable.
"Sorry, I'm disturbing you. As a supplement, I will send you to see the King of Hell." Yue Mochen said lightly, with no joy or anger on his face, but his indifferent expression gave people a sense of oppression that was about to come.
"Hehe, what a arrogant boy."
Sun Zhuoming smiled sinisterly, and his right hand touched his left hand. The light flashed lightly. A sword more than four feet long appeared on his right hand: "Come on, boy, let me see if your ability is worthy of your arrogance."
After the sword in hand, Sun Zhuoming's momentum suddenly changed. The lewd old man disappeared, and replaced by a powerful swordsman, but his clothes and body that he had not been able to organize were not as good as his aura.
But this has not affected
Although he had not taken action yet, the air around him seemed to have become sharp, as if he had merged into this sudden appearance of the sword.
If Yue Mochen saw that the other party had a ring of woven ring, his eyes would definitely be lit, but this time, he was just angry: "I see injustice on the road and act on the way for heaven. If I can't kill you with one move today, I will punish me for this."
Yue Mochen's tone was without any fireworks. Before he finished speaking, a red light suddenly appeared. The single-final sword that had not appeared for a long time appeared with a sharp breath and appeared.
Sun Zhuoming wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Yue Mochen's stern shout: "Go to die!"
Before he finished speaking, Yue Mochen's figure was like a flying bird, flashing by with a sword, and a single-final sword drew a trace of sorrow and beautiful arc in the air.
Puff!
Blood surged out, Sun Zhuoming's eyes widened, but his head had already been thrown out. The last scene he saw was his back.
In a word, he was lucky. Many people had never done anything they had in their entire lives. With the help of Yue Mochen's sword, he successfully did it.
At this time, Xuan Mingxin, who was standing beside him, suddenly looked like crazy, snatched the single-final sword from Yue Mochen's hand, rushed to Sun Zhuoming's body, and slashed the sword!