Demoness’s Art of Vengeance Chapter 130: Rise from desperation, Jun Xiaomo’s counterattack
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I didn't know that Ye Xiuwen had encountered another "self" in this misty area. Jun Xiaomo clenched the sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword dropped to the ground.
She did not take the initiative to attack, but looked at "Zhang Shuyue" and "Ye Xiuwen" with dark eyes like night. There was no emotion in her dark black eyes, which looked very different from her usual. .
However, "Ye Xiuwen" who stood by did not show any suspicion, but stood quietly on the side, as if tacitly allowing Jun Xiaomo and "Zhang Shuyue" to confront each other for themselves.
Even from the perspective of Jun Xiaomo's current cultivation level, he can't beat "Zhang Shuyue" at all, and may even be killed by the opponent.
Oh, of course, because "Ye Xiuwen" was wearing a drapery hat, the other two people present could not see his appearance. Therefore, after watching for a while, Jun Xiaomo turned his attention away from "Ye Xiuwen". The upper reaches of the body have left.
At this moment, "Zhang Shuyue" moved.
"Zhang Shuyue" has always used ling belts. When she waved the ling belt, the ling belt that seemed soft and without deterrence turned into a wandering snake with a cold cruel. Feng Chao Jun Xiaomo swept over.
Jun Xiaomo has seen the power of this sluggish belt in his previous life. Just like the disciples cultivated by other martial sects, "Zhang Shuyue", as a disciple of the third elder of the high-level sect, the Ling belt in her hand is not an ordinary spiritual weapon, it is accompanied by an attack bonus.
If you let people in the Nascent Soul Stage or above use this belt, you can cut a person in the Qi training stage in half!
Now, "Zhang Shuyue" is only in the middle stage of foundation construction. Therefore, it is impossible for her to give Jun Xiaomo a trick to death, but if this Ling belt is thrown on Jun Xiaomo's body, Jun Xiao Mo doesn't die and has to lose half of his life.
However, Jun Xiaomo's flexibility is very high, "Zhang Shuyue" smoked for a long time, but she didn't even touch the corner of Jun Xiaomo's clothes.
In fact, this is also a rule that Jun Xiaomo discovered in his previous life-forcing spiritual energy or devil energy into his limbs, he can increase his body's flexibility to a certain extent.
It's just that this kind of avoidance is not a long-term solution. Gradually, Jun Xiaomo's body still inevitably has some injuries.
Jun Xiaomo was wearing Tsing Yi at this time, and the scarlet blood was dyed on her clothes, which looked shocking.
Jun Xiaomo looks like the end of the battle, but "Ye Xiuwen" has never stopped "Zhang Shuyue".
It's not going to work like this! Jun Xiaomo bit her lower lip and thought, she didn't want to die here at all.
She decided to fight to the death.
Jun Xiaomo took out three powerful and overbearing bursting charms from the storage ring, and when "Zhang Shuyue" was the closest to him, he suddenly patted "Zhang Shuyue" on the body.
The invisibility talisman just didn't work, and Jun Xiaomo didn't have much confidence in these three bursting talisman.
Using these three Explosive Talisman, there is no other way. Jun Xiaomo can only pray for a miracle, and these three Explosive Talisman can work.
Unexpectedly, a miracle really appeared. The bursting charm burst on "Zhang Shuyue", and a **** hole suddenly appeared in the opponent's chest! "Zhang Shuyue" also flew upside down and knocked out, and was caught by "Ye Xiuwen".
"Zhang Shuyue" coughed up blood.
Her heart is broken, unless there is an elixir on her body, otherwise, even if her master comes, she will not be able to save her.
"Xiu...Xiuwen..." "Zhang Shuyue" looked at "Ye Xiuwen" affectionately in front of Jun Xiaomo, but her eyes gradually faded.
"Ye Xiuwen" embraced "Zhang Shuyue" in a very intimate position. Although he had been silent all the time, Jun Xiaomo could feel the cold anger that was suppressing in his heart.
You can feel the rising aura of "Ye Xiuwen". This level of exaggerated coercion is only available when facing an enemy.
In other words, the current "Ye Xiuwen" has completely regarded Jun Xiaomo as an enemy.
Jun Xiaomo's heart was aching with twitches. Because she deliberately suppressed and ignored this pain, she didn't show it on her face.
She is waiting, waiting for a result...
"Zhang Shuyue" was still dead, in the arms of "Ye Xiuwen". Before she died, she asked "Ye Xiuwen" to kiss her.
And "Ye Xiuwen" did the same-even though the drapery was not taken off, Jun Xiaomo seemed to be able to see Ye Xiuwen's thin and graceful lips slowly printed on the lips of "Zhang Shuyue" .
This imaginary scene almost made her collapse instantly, and the pain in her chest rose to a new level.
Jun Xiaomo felt an unprecedented sense of suffocation.
After "Ye Xiuwen" kissed "Zhang Shuyue", "Zhang Shuyue"'s eyes slowly closed, but a happy smile appeared on her face, as if she had got what she wanted most .
Of course, to Jun Xiaomo, this smile is very dazzling.
"Ye Xiuwen" put "Zhang Shuyue" down, then took out his Frost Sword from the storage ring, and pointed the tip of the sword straight at Jun Xiaomo.
Jun Xiaomo pulled the corners of his lips, showing a bitter smile, and said: "Brother, are you going to meet me for this woman?"
Jun Xiaomo's voice was hoarse, as if he had exhausted all his efforts to squeeze this sentence out of his throat.
"Ye Xiuwen" said calmly: "You killed her."
"Because I killed her, brother, are you going to kill me and avenge her? Even if I emphasize ten thousand times that this woman is already unruly?"
Jun Xiaomo asked sadly.
"I didn't see Shuyue's ill intentions, I only saw you killing Shuyue." "Ye Xiuwen"'s voice still did not fluctuate.
If it weren't for seeing his actions, I really couldn't tell that his heart was full of anger.
Ye Xiuwen is like that, no matter how emotionally ups and downs, he is still that cold temperament man.
Jun Xiaomo's eyes darkened, and his eyes were slightly reddish and asked: "Brother, what am I to you, and what is she to you?"
"Ye Xiuwen" was silent for a moment before replying: "You are just a responsibility to me, and Shuyue is the person I want to spend my life with."
Jun Xiaomo had anticipated the answer of "Ye Xiuwen" a long time ago. In the previous life, the atmosphere between Ye Xiuwen and Zhang Shuyue was indeed getting closer and closer, sometimes even giving her the feeling that she could not get involved with a third person.
Jun Xiaomo in the previous life was just afraid that after the brother had a lover, he would abandon himself, but in this life...
When Jun Xiaomo heard the answer from "Ye Xiuwen", there was an inexplicable meaning in his heart-sour and astringent, which made people feel very depressed.
With a wry smile again, Jun Xiaomo said to "Ye Xiuwen", "In that case, brother, kill me and avenge that woman, I will definitely not resist."
"Ye Xiuwen" held the sword tightly, obviously not considering Jun Xiaomo's suggestion.
Jun Xiaomo closed his eyes, ignored the pain in his chest time and time again, and said: "My fate was given by you, brother, if you hadn't been taking care of me, brother, I would have died. Now. So..."
Jun Xiaomo opened his eyes and said seriously: "So, if you really want to take my life, brother, then take it, it is equivalent to returning my life to you, brother."
After "Ye Xiuwen" heard Jun Xiaomo's words, a glint flashed in his eyes.
He is an illusion created by the little red flowers on the Path of the Soul, and the purpose is to kill those who break into this misty area.
After killing the person in front of you, the other person's soul and body will become the nourishment for this small red flower, and their illusions will be stronger.
As soon as Jun Xiaomo's voice fell, "Ye Xiuwen" moved, and he sent the Frost Sword to Jun Xiaomo's chest without hesitation!
Just listen to the sound of "Puff——", it was the sound of the blade entering the flesh, and there was a strong smell of blood in the air.
Jun Xiaomo's chest was inserted with a cold Frost Sword, and the cold air on the sword even penetrated through Jun Xiaomo's flesh and blood, directly reaching the bottom of her heart.
Jun Xiaomo laughed, coughing and laughing, tears also seeped from the corner of her eyes, and slowly slid down her cheeks to the tip of her chin.
"Counterfeit... after all, it is a fake, how can I not recognize the true or false of the brother?" Jun Xiaomo felt that her strength was losing, but she laughed incredibly happily, as if she had accomplished an important thing , His face was full of relief.
"Ye Xiuwen" discovered that Jun Xiaomo also held a sword in his hand, and looked down the blade. "Ye Xiuwen" saw that nearly half of the sword was submerged in his body. .
There is the heart, just like "Zhang Shuyue", he will not survive.
"Ye Xiuwen"'s pupils shrank instantly, but at the next moment they opened up again. He raised his head and looked at Jun Xiaomo, his lips moved, as if to ask how Jun Xiaomo found out that he was fake.
However, although Jun Xiaomo's cultivation is not as high as that of "Ye Xiuwen", the moment "Ye Xiuwen" attacked her, he never thought that Jun Xiaomo would attack him in turn.
With mental arithmetic and unintentional, "Ye Xiuwen" was directly stabbed by Jun Xiaomo, or stabbed in the most terrible part.
Jun Xiaomo's battles in her previous life are almost countless. These experiences have long formed her fighting habit of looking for opportunities and killing her with one move.
It can be said that after seizing the opponent's weakness, she seldom wastes an opportunity to fight back, and she will let this attack achieve the greatest effect.
After all, "Ye Xiuwen" failed to ask that sentence. Jun Xiaomo drew his sword abruptly, and he fell straight back to the ground, bursts of blood spurting out of his chest.
In the blink of an eye, "Ye Xiuwen" died, before he killed Jun Xiaomo.
Jun Xiaomo raised his hand strenuously, slowly wiped away the tears on his face, and said to the corpse on the ground——
"You should never, choose your brother as your imitation object."
This time, Jun Xiaomo's voice no longer contains any feelings of color, and there is no warmth in his eyes.