The fairy world collapsed, and the down-and-out gods were laid off and re-employed.

Jiang Zhixia was too lazy to answer him. She took off her hairpin and held it behind her back. She quickly struck out and went straight for Mingzhuo's throat.

"It seems that your master taught you some cruel tricks." Minghuo corrected his attitude and dealt with it seriously. Seeing Jiang Zhixia take out the hairpin, he also called out the dagger and used the short weapon against the short weapon.

He attacked from below, and then struck her in the abdomen with a crosscut, which failed, and then he lifted her with his backhand.

Jiang Zhixia took a few steps back, thinking that the devil's reaction speed was somewhat improved compared to two hundred years ago.

She leaned over and sidestepped, surpassing Mingzu by one body. Mingzuo's waist was exposed within the range of her attack, and she stabbed straight in without hesitation.

Minghuo immediately turned around and kicked sideways to widen the distance between the two. There was pain in his lower back, and blood seeped through his clothes. He used demonic energy to heal the wound, but the wound only healed for a moment before cracking again.

"What is that?" He squinted his eyes, trying to take a closer look at the hairpin in her hand. There are treasures in the fairy world that he doesn't know about.

Jiang Zhixia didn't speak, but closed the distance and wiped his throat across the face.

Minghuo quickly landed on the ground, using extremely fast movements to dodge this fatal blow. He knelt on one knee and gasped. The scene just now left him with lingering fears. Once this woman got close to him, he had no power to fight back. What exactly did her master teach her.

Suddenly, thunder roared from above, and several rays of white light fell on the Pleiades Hall. Suddenly a figure flew out, it was Jialan, the beauty in the confusion zone.

Minghuo flew up and hugged her, and the two of them landed on the ground. Jialan was seriously injured and vomited out a large amount of black blood before he could speak. Minghuo gathered the demonic energy but was unable to save her. When he was confused, he heard Jiang Zhixia sigh.

"Old Ma has finally figured it out." She said with a relaxed expression, "I said those treasures are useless if they are not used. Now he is giving Chen Piaopiao the eighteen-legged dagger, and the effect will be there. "

"He gave the teaching-suppressing treasure to a random disciple?" Even if he was beaten to death, he didn't believe that this was something that could be done in the immortal world.

"Yes, are you shocked?" Jiang Zhixia deliberately used an exaggerated tone, and then said: "Take your sweetheart and get out, be careful you won't even hear her last words if it's too late. Go back and tell your demon king , he has no chance of winning in the attack on the Immortal Realm, surrender is the only way out."

Minghuo sneered, called Fu Kong, and handed Jialan to him. Several people walked away in a hurry. When leaving, he took Jiang Zhixia with him.

Jiang Zhixia, who was held in Minghuo's arms:? ? ?

"We will get married when we return to the devil world." He stood in the clouds, full of longing for the future, "I will be good to you all my life. I will tie you to the bed until you give birth to the most powerful child."

"I'm so touched." Jiang Zhixia's face was expressionless.

"Be with me, and you will be more touched like this in the future." He tightened his arms, "There are many people who want to have children for me. But I only want you. You should feel lucky."

She lowered her head and smiled, covering the back of his hand with her hand, "Don't talk about you, even Xie Zezhi has to ask me if I agree with having a child."

Then she grabbed one of Ming Luo's fingers and bent it hard. There was a "click" sound, and Ming Luo's index finger was broken.

"You are really naughty..."

"I'm not the only one who's bad!" She sneered, grabbing his clothes tightly with one hand, and holding the hairpin high with the other hand, about to insert it into his neck.

Minghuo turned his head to avoid it, and then noticed someone coming from behind. He was overwhelmed and received a solid burst of magic. Suddenly his blood surged and he fell to the ground.

He led Jiang Zhixia down, the wind howling in his ears. However, at this time, Jiang Zhixia had not stopped attacking yet. She adjusted their positions in mid-air. She floated above the confusion and continued to stab him with the hairpin.

Mu Shenglan, who came to rescue people, saw that Jiang Zhixia was still not using her magic power, and realized that something was wrong. She wanted to rescue but was entangled in the air. She was at a loss for what to do and was beyond her reach.

And Minghuo also saw that Jiang Zhixia was not proud of not using magic power, but that she couldn't use it at all. He blocked her hand and let out a breath of black air. In an instant, her consciousness was scattered, her whole body was limp, and she had no attack power.

He put his arms around her waist, held her in his arms, breathed softly into her ear: "So it's so easy to catch you..."

The next moment, a horizontal knife flew towards them and passed directly between the two of them, forcing Minghuo to let go and dodge.

Jiang Zhixia lost her restraints and fell again. She could vaguely see a bit of fire below, and the fire was getting bigger and bigger, and she could even feel the heat coming straight from it.

Her vision became clearer and clearer, and she got closer and closer to the ground. Just when she thought she would fall almost to death again this time, she suddenly felt a pain in her abdomen. She was hit by something and rolled a few times before falling to the ground.

She clutched her stomach and looked at the horizontal knife beside her that was inserted straight into the soil. She was about to cry without tears. "I asked you to be gentler. It's been almost two thousand years. Why are you still so frizzy?"

But thanks to its blocking, she didn't fall too seriously.

But she felt like the knife was angry.

"My little Fairy Mu has polished you off, so why are you unhappy? It's better than following me." Jiang Zhixia slowly got up from the ground and took a few breaths of cold air, "I'm going to die...my internal organs It must be broken...ahem..."

There were some fires burning around, and smoke drifted from time to time. She guessed that Gong Jinxiong used Phoenix Dragon Pure Fire to set Xihuang Mountain on fire. She had to get out quickly or she would be burned to death.

"Let's go. It's okay to stay here all the time. If you go back and get angry with me again." She reached for the Hengdao, only to see the blade shaking slightly. In an instant, a stream of air hit her, and she immediately drew out her sword and turned around to slash, scattering the evil energy.

"Are you done?" She was a little upset.

Seeing that she was holding a horizontal knife, Minghuo summoned one himself, "Either follow me or kill me. You..."

"Needless to say, I choose the latter option." She took the lead and struck evilly with her sword.

Ming Huo fought back, and when she retreated to dodge, he slashed horizontally.

Both sides come and go and fight for several rounds.

Suddenly, Ming Huo feigned a knife attack and quickly turned around, went around to her left, kicked off the tree trunk and used his strength to fly towards her. His speed was extremely fast. Jiang Zhixia relied on years of reflexes and subconsciously raised her knife to barely block the blow.

He attacked fiercely, not giving her any time to breathe. She was forced to roll on the ground to avoid it, but confusion struck again.

This time, instead of closing the distance between the two of them, she was caught in the flames and the corners of her skirt were ignited by the fire. She defended herself while quickly tearing off the burning part.

They were in a state of embarrassment for a while, and the rhythm of the attack was completely disrupted.

She turned around and ran quickly, followed closely by Ming Huo.

He dodged and landed in front of her with a smile on his face, "You have no magic power. It's useless to escape anywhere."

She smiled contemptuously and said, "Use demonic energy to speed up your movement. I really thought you had made some progress."

"Then there's nothing you can do against me." Minghuo took a step forward, "If I had used all my magic power, you might have died."

"If you have the ability, use it." She adjusted her breathing, attacked closely, and deliberately lowered her center of gravity, causing Ming Luo to lower his body and attack her legs.

This close-to-the-ground style of play forced Mingzhu to take advantage of his speed.

Jiang Zhixia found an opportunity to grab the pressing knife, suppressed Mingzhuo and stood up, and at the same time tripped his calf. When he staggered to his feet, the knife broke his hamstring.

She continued to attack his legs with several attacks, leaving him no time to use magic power to accelerate his body, and then slashed at his back with a knife.

Minghuo was completely defeated. He still couldn't beat her, and even after two hundred years, he was still trapped in that day and couldn't get out.

"Why?" he asked reluctantly.

But Jiang Zhixia never wastes time answering this kind of question, and rushes over with a horizontal knife in hand, trying to take his head.

Seeing Minghuo approaching, there was a sudden vibration under her feet, shaking her so much that she could not maintain her balance.

She looked down and saw that the ground beneath her feet was moving. Before she could figure out the reason. An extremely thick vine entangled her and Minghuo, throwing them into the sky, and then dragged them forward.

Jiang Zhixia: Come again! ?