Princess Sets Poison Again Chapter 1055: Life and death struggle

Chapter 1055 Life and death struggle

Mo Beichen immediately summoned the Dragon Chanting Sword and went up to meet him.

Seeing the Dragon Chanting Sword, jealousy flashed in the eyes of the silver-masked man, "This Dragon Chanting Sword is as blind as those old immortals."

Hearing the silver-masked man's insult, Long Yinjian immediately trembled with anger, and before Mo Beichen could force himself, he poked at the silver-masked man's heart.

The silver-masked figure flashed, and a Flying Snake Sword appeared in his hand.

It's just that the Flying Snake Sword seems to be very afraid of the Dragon Yin Sword in Mo Beichen's hand. Let alone fighting him, he dare not even run, so he can only keep shaking the sword.

"Useless thing!" Looking at the spineless Flying Snake Sword, the silver-masked man melted it into molten iron in a fit of frustration.

Looking at the disappearance of the Flying Snake Sword, the Dragon Yin Sword jumped twice as if annoyed, turned the hilt of the sword and complained to Mo Beichen.

Mo Beichen ignored it, and fought the silver-faced man again.

The strength of the two was equal, and the fight was fierce.

But Zuo Yutao, Murong Ling and Liu Shang who were below were having a hard time coping.

These black-clothed men don't know what their origins are, but all of them have reached Mo Ling and above, and their skills are also very strange, and those strange moves make them hard to guard against.

After a stick of incense, there was still no winner between Mo Beichen and the silver-masked man.

The silver-masked man was panting heavily, and glared at Mo Beichen sullenly.

Damn it, I originally thought that he would not be able to sustain his mental strength for a long time with the combination of profound spirits like that, but he didn't expect that half an hour had passed, but he was fine, on the contrary, he seemed to be a little weak.

Mo Beichen looked at the silver-masked man expressionlessly, and his hand holding the Dragon Yin Sword trembled slightly.

Obviously, he was not as relaxed as the silver-masked man thought. No matter how talented he is and how strong his spiritual power is, there is still a gap between them. If they continue to fight like this, he will definitely not be his opponent.

The silver-masked man suddenly looked at Mo Beichen and said with an evil smile, "I heard that you got married here, that woman must be pretty."

Mo Beichen's eyes froze, and he immediately raised the Dragon Sword and stabbed at him.

The silver-masked man waved a wave of transparent profound energy, and smiled deliberately to provoke him again: "We have a lot of god-slaying beauties, but I haven't tasted the taste of this Yunjing beauty."

A flash of fire appeared in Mo Beichen's eyes, and he slashed at the silver-masked man desperately like he was crazy.

Seeing that Mo Beichen was in a mess, the silver-masked man smiled more complacently, "Your woman should be called Bai Lier, wait for a chance..."

"Looking for death!"

Before the silver-masked man finished speaking, Mo Beichen swung out a streak of black-to-transparent ink-colored profound energy with a bloodthirsty expression on his face.

Seeing the obvious change in profound strength, the silver-faced man was secretly startled.

To be promoted to demigod in such a short period of time, this person must not stay.

While the silver-masked man shot out countless ink darts, he also waved out his transparent profound power.

Countless black dots shot down like dense rain, making it impossible for him to avoid it.

"Puzz!"

A few ink darts sank into his body, and Mo Beichen snorted suddenly.

Feeling the ink darts constantly running around in his body, Mo Beichen's face turned pale, and he immediately took out a detoxification pill from his bosom and ate it.

The silver-masked man smiled triumphantly, "It's useless, your medicine can't cure my poison."

Mo Beichen's brows were tightly frowned, and the ups and downs of cramping in his body made his forehead covered in cold sweat.

Boom!

Several ink darts flew out of the body like an explosion, and Mo Beichen spurted out a mouthful of blood instantly.

The silver-masked man walked up to Mo Beichen triumphantly, and squeezed his chin, "How about it, how does my meteor dart taste? This is..."

"Puchi!" Before he could finish speaking, the Longyin Sword in Mo Beichen's hand pierced into his heart.

A line of blood slid from the corner of the silver-masked man's lips. He narrowed his eyes sullenly, and also called out a dagger to stab Mo Beichen's heart.

The two hugged each other tightly, and outsiders looked close, but in fact they were still stabbing each other with knives.

With a "boom", the two fell from mid-air hugging each other.

"My lord!"

Xingyuan and Liushang were shocked, and immediately left those men in black and ran towards Mo Beichen.

"Mo Beichen!"

Murong Ling also ran over in a hurry, and Zuo Yutao also flew over immediately.

Seeing the silver-masked man fell to the ground, those men in black flew towards the silver-masked man without caring about dealing with Xing Yuan and the others.

"Do you not want to die with me?" The silver-masked man smiled evilly at Mo Beichen while vomiting blood.

Mo Beichen frowned, his consciousness had begun to blur, but he began to desperately try to get away from the silver-masked man.

He can't die, he said he wants to protect her, he must never let the things of his previous life happen again.

The silver-masked man seemed to know what Mo Beichen was thinking, he smiled wickedly, no matter how hard he struggled, he held him tightly, even if his chest had been stabbed to death, he still wouldn't let go.

Just as Liushang and Xingyuan approached, the silver-masked man suddenly picked up Mo Beichen and jumped down from the peak.

The gust of wind in his ear startled Mo Beichen, and he wanted to push the silver-masked man away angrily, but he couldn't.

"You don't want to die with me, so I want to die with you." The silver-masked man looked at Mo Beichen with a distorted face, and there was evil pleasure in his deep eyes.

"Beaver!"

The shrill screams rushed straight to the top of the cliff in an instant.

"My lord!"

Looking at Mo Beichen who fell off the cliff from the peak, Liushang and Xingyuan jumped off the cliff without thinking.

Those men in black also jumped out one after another.

With only a few breaths of effort, only Murong Ling and Zuo Yutao were left on the top of the peak.

"What should we do now?" Seeing Mo Beichen and the silver-masked man who had disappeared, Zuo Yutao frowned worriedly.

"I'll go down and have a look!" Murong Ling was also anxious, and immediately climbed down the snow peak.

Zuo Yutao also wanted to go down to have a look, but when he thought that Puyang Bingwei, who was still pregnant, did not go down, she just stayed on the shore.

Bai Li, who was far away on the border of Chilie, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, and his face suddenly turned pale.

"Amo!"

Thinking of Mo Beichen, Bai Li suddenly panicked, something happened to Ah Mo.

"What's wrong with you? You don't look very good, are you uncomfortable?"

Seeing the white raccoon covering his heart, Xue Yuen Long immediately rode over and said with concern.

"Here I leave it to you."

The white raccoon frantically said something to Xue Yuen Long, then turned his horse's head and galloped in the direction of Lan Huan.

Xue Yuanlang looked worriedly at the flying horse galloping away, and led a group of soldiers, pressing Shangguan Xiao and Shangguan Ming to Zixiao's direction.

On the top of the snow mountain, Zuo Yutao waited for several hours before Murong Ling finally climbed up.

"How's it going?" Zuo Yutao asked anxiously while pulling Murong Ling up.

Murong Ling sat down on the snow and shook his head sadly, "There is too much resistance below, it is impossible to go down."

This bottomless snow mountain, with so much snow, is impossible to go down with his cultivation base.