Chapter 352 Is This the Devil's Blessing?

As 6 Jiuque snorted at Emperor Shifang, the peak masters beside him came back to their senses. Wait, what happened to the sweet "love-hate" atmosphere just now?

There were pink bubbles everywhere, almost blinding their eyes!

And... isn't 6 Jiuque's flame golden? What is that black flame?

Xiao Jiuer, come here, let's talk about life... It's wrong to hide the truth from the peak master of the sect!

6 Jiuque suddenly felt a chill spreading from his spine. Hey, did he catch a cold?

"Meow meow meow..." Master, there are still people who haven't been dealt with!

Only then did 6 Jiuque look coldly at the "corpse" beside him under Xiao's reminder. Hunter '  Δ Wenwang Δ '

Oh, calling it a "corpse" may have been too cheap for her, what is it now?

Human pig?

Who is the worst person in this game?

Is it Qu Chong whose entire main hall was destroyed?

Is it the head of the Mo family whose consciousness was burned?

Or 6 Jiuque who has become a "blood man" at this time.

Tsk tsk, neither of them. The worst one is naturally Mo Fuyi who doesn't know her strength!

With her strength, it is simply a fool's dream to want to control the soul-condensing attack of the fifth-level star soul master!

The violent storm caused by the battle between 6 Jiuque and the blood blade is not even 6 Jiuque's "iron body" tempered by various flames. It can't withstand it, let alone the "weak" Mo Fuyi who is completely exposed in the "battlefield".

Those messy and powerful strong winds are comparable to the sharpest and most brilliant peerless swords.

Cutting hands, feet, arms, legs, etc.... It's no problem!

And Qu Chong and the others will naturally not spend extra energy to protect a traitor. Mo Fuyi's turtle-like speed is even more impossible to escape the swallowing of the strong wind.

In fact, Mo Fuyi was indeed cut by the strong wind.

The bright red blood followed the wind's trajectory,

splattering everywhere, and the stump turned into pieces in an instant, drawing shocking streaks in the air.

"Ahhh..."

At that time, Mo Fuyi twisted her face and screamed in pain, her voice like a ghost!

Her broken body was abandoned and cut off by the wind, as fragile as a piece of paper being teased.

For some reason, countless knives fell, but they did not take her life, forcing her to linger in the abyss of despair and pain.

She was cut by knife after knife, almost fainting from the pain, but was awakened by the raging wind.

Very close to pain!

Very close to despair!

She cried, she shouted, she burst into tears, she begged desperately...

The various peak masters looked down at her as if she were a stink bug, letting her be cut into a human pig bit by bit by this strange strong wind...

What a joke, the various peak masters didn't kick her to death, they were already kind-hearted, okay?

At this time, Mo Fuyi was lying on the ground, like a dying straw dog, pitiful and ridiculous.

6 Jiuque walked to Mo Fuyi's side step by step, his eyes were so cold that Mo Fuyi couldn't help trembling and terrified.

"Ah-ah-6 Jiuque! You bitch! You did it on purpose! You must have done it on purpose! My hand... my foot... ah ah ah... woo woo..."

6 Jiuque shrugged. This really had nothing to do with her. It was just that why Mo Fuyi was injured so "just right", well, it might be the gods, oh, no, it was the blessing of the devil, right?

With a grin, 69que slowly squatted down and squinted his eyes and said, "Mo Fuyi, what do you think if Master Mei saw you like this? Are you considered the result of evil?"