Mortal bone

"boom!"

Just at this moment, the black robe on Moxiu's body suddenly shattered, and a body with scorched skin as black as charcoal, but unusually burly and exuding a terrifying aura appeared in front of Xu Taiping's eyes.

Feeling the destructive aura of the man, Xu Taiping could already confirm that the man in front of him must be the demon cultivator.

According to the records of the Zongmen classics, Moxiu, like a martial artist, attaches great importance to physical fitness.

But the difference is that the way they exercise their physique is extremely bloody and cruel, and the physique cultivated in this way often looks very terrifying.

"Roar!"

At this time, the female Feizhi who was lying on the ground suddenly jumped up from the ground.

Immediately, her black hair turned into countless sharp swords, stabbing at the demon cultivator in unison.

Facing Nu Feizhi's blow, the demon cultivator took his time.

I saw him free his other hand with a relaxed face, and then he punched the flying thorn and blasted his hair.

"Bang!" Amidst the loud shock, the female Feizhi's black hair broke countless times, and her body was also thrown straight upside down by the demon cultivator's punch, and slammed heavily on the courtyard wall.

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The male Fei Zang roared again, then dropped the hatchet in his hand, turned to gather all his strength, and punched the demon cultivator with a punch.

Facing this punch, the demon cultivator raised the corners of his mouth, not dodging or dodging, and let him hit him.

"Bang!" Amidst the heavy collision, Nan Fei's stiff hand slammed firmly on the chest of the demon cultivator, but the demon cultivator's body remained motionless, only the ground under his feet was cracked.

"It's my turn."

Moxiu snorted coldly, then raised his hand and clenched his fist, and the fist was wrapped in black air with sparks, and hit the man's stiff chest heavily.

"boom!"

The man's stiff chest was directly pierced by this punch.

"Plop!" Nan Fei stiffened and knelt down on the ground with a dull face.

"How dare a bereaved dog bark in front of me?"

Moxiu sneered, and then without even looking at the male Fei Zang, he walked straight past him, then walked up to the female Fei Zhan and squatted down, saying:

"Come on, let me take a look at how fine your Heavenly Fragrant Vermilion Fruit is."

As he spoke, he stretched out a finger, and with the sharp black nails, gently scratched the girl's skull, and then peeled off her scalp.

A red-colored fruit that described cardamom appeared in the center of Nu Fei's mind.

The roots of that seed spread to almost every corner of the brain.

At the same time, an intoxicating aroma instantly permeated the small courtyard.

"Well, yes, it's worth my effort to break in."

The Moxiu took a deep breath with an intoxicated expression on his face.

"Nv Feizhu planted flowers with the woman's head, and the demon cultivator was planting some kind of heavenly fragrant vermilion fruit with Nu Feizhu's head. No wonder the human cultivator would be at odds with this ghost cultivator and demon cultivator."

The scene in front of him made Xu Taiping feel chills down his spine, and he couldn't help but increase the speed of condensing the Chiwujin fireworks again.

No matter whether he will be discovered by the demon cultivator or not, he must have a backup.

The demon cultivator didn't immediately take off the Tianxiang Zhuyan fruit in the girl's head, but took out a cloth bag the size of a palm.

When the opening of the cloth bag was pulled, the girl Fei Zang was sucked in.

Then, the demon cultivator took the cloth bag and turned to look at the man Fei Zang.

"Although I don't like the vermilion fruits raised with male corpses, if you sell them, you should be able to fetch a good price."

As Moxiu spoke, he carried the cloth bag and walked to the dead body of the man.

"After all, this is the corpse of the once famous head of Duan Shui Dao Duan, the Tianxiang Zhuyan fruit raised."

He squatted down in front of the male Fei Zong with a smile on his face.

While speaking, he picked up the cloth bag again, ready to open the bag again.

And the moment he opened the cloth bag, the man who was kneeling in front of him with a huge hollow in his chest suddenly opened his eyes.

"Boom!" The moment he opened his eyes, a huge and majestic coercion, like a roaring torrent, crashed into the courtyard.

"Bang!" The demon cultivator's body was directly crushed by this coercion and burst open.

But even so, he still struggled and flew back a few steps, and then tried his best to mobilize the devil energy in his body to protect his whole body, resisting this terrifying coercion.

"bass!"

Moxiu pulled out a black long sword from his waist.

At the same time, in his other hand, he tightly held Nan Feizhi's hatchet.

"Who are you?"

With a cold tone, he asked the male Fei Zhan who suddenly opened his eyes.

"who am I?"

Nan Fei looked at the hole in his chest stiffly, then stood up slowly, and then looked up at the demon cultivator.

"Didn't you just say that?"

He looked at the demon cultivator indifferently.

"No...impossible!"

Moxiu's pupils suddenly dilated, and a look of disbelief appeared on his face.

"Old friend, come here."

Nan Feizhu suddenly stretched out his hand towards Moxiu.

As soon as the words fell, the hatchet held by the demon cultivator suddenly trembled with a clang, as if trying to break free from the demon cultivator's grasp.

But the demon cultivator refused to let go.

Because he knew very well, if it was really that person in front of him, what would happen if he got the knife.

"Old friend, how can a mere devil trap you, you are my Duan Tianya's knife!"

Nan Feizhu still raised his hand, looked at the machete with firm eyes like iron, and his voice was as loud as a bell.

As soon as the words fell, a dazzling sword light came out from the machete in the demon cultivator's hand, followed by a "sword cry", resounding through the world like an angry roar that had been suppressed for thousands of years.

"Boom!" Amidst the crackling sound, the turbulent saber energy exploded from the hatchet, tearing the entire arm of the demon cultivator into pieces.

"boom!"

The hatchet that broke free from its bondage slammed heavily into Duan Tianya's hand.

It's like a high five between two old friends who haven't seen each other for a long time.