chief magician

In the deep pit, Ji Junze looked indifferently at Wang Yiji, who was frantically looking at the broken arm, and gently pulled the corner of his mouth.

"Sick child?"

He smiled lowly.

"I don't know if you can bear the anger of a sick man like me?"

While drawing his sword, he strolled towards Wang Yiji's side. His figure changed from a slow figure at the beginning to an afterimage of thunder in just an instant.

He said with a half-smile: "I want your arm first, and then I want your life."

Wang Yiji's pupils constricted suddenly, and he rushed backwards, but it was still a step too late. Ji Junze, who suddenly appeared in front of him, cut a gash on his cheek with a sword.

laugh!

The huge force caused Wang Yiji's whole head to tilt, and blood flowed all over his face.

Since he advanced to the Jindan stage, he hadn't suffered such a serious injury for a long time.

But today, he was scarred and embarrassed by two weak chickens in the foundation building stage in a row, especially the one in front of him... caught him off guard!Never imagined!

Isn't this Ling Ze a sick child?Doesn't it vomit blood at every turn?How could it be so violent? !

As soon as various doubts arose in Wang Yiji's heart, he saw Ji Junze's movements suddenly paused slightly, then he turned his head and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Wang Yiji stared instantly: "..."

Is this what the hell is actually teasing him? !

Seeing Ji Junze who had just vomited blood, with a weak face, but rushed to him again with vigorous movements, Wang Yiji lost his temper in an instant.

"Enough! Enough!"

He looked at Ji Junze who flashed in front of him, cut himself with a sword, and then immediately turned his head and vomited blood. His lips were trembling with anger, and he screamed again and again.

"Are you humiliating me? Playing pigs and eating tigers is fun, right? It's just the two of us here, what else do you want to play?"

As soon as he finished yelling, he saw the pale young man in front of him... Damn, he vomited blood again!

Wang Yiji: "..." I must kill him alive!

He was so angry that his whole body was a little confused.

Watching silently as Ji Junze wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, then turned his head to look at himself with a light expression, but Wang Yiji didn't want to say a word to this psychopath now.

Sure enough!

He was indeed mocking and humiliating himself!

Laughing at himself for blundering, without finding out the real information, he came to obediently die!

Wang Yiji wiped off the blood on his face with his bruised right hand, looked at Ji Junze viciously, and said word by word: "You think you can kill me because you hide your strength? I am Jindanqi Yes! Jindan Qi! Ling Ze, you have to pay for the humiliation you have done to me today!"

Damn retarded!Ji Junze coughed twice sullenly, glanced at Wang Yiji quietly, and then wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth expressionlessly.

He actually thought he was teasing him?

But obviously he is also very desperate!

He doesn't want this body that is about to bleed in a flash!

So, if you don't agree with each other, you don't speculate... Let's do it directly!

Ji Junze gave Wang Yiji a murderous look, his eyes full of lifelessness.

He silently flicked the long sword in his hand, spat out a little blood again "tauntingly", and attacked directly.

"Looking for death!" Wang Yiji, who was offended, yelled sharply. He actually burned his life potential and started to fight him to the death.

Ji Junze narrowed his eyes slightly, and the pressure suddenly increased.

But his eyes became brighter and brighter, and the whole person slowly entered a state of extreme excitement.

The long-lost desperate fight made him feel extremely happy.

Wang Yiji is indeed a rare opponent. He can suppress himself in terms of cultivation and has enough combat experience. Although he has a fly in the ointment with a little rustiness that is often seen in rich and noble families, he can still bring many crises.

Ji Junze has always liked the thrill of walking on the brink of crisis, especially after he fell ill, he almost always recounted the scenes of his Jedi battles in his mind, calculating what he should do every time he encountered a crisis. Reaction.

Now, the timing is right, it is a good time to verify!

He smiled an extremely cold smile, and changed his moves abruptly.

cryptic.

Unpredictable.

Shady prey.

Weird.

……

Every turn of "Nine Turns" has ever-changing movements and moves, even if he is as clever as Ji Junze, he has only re-practiced to the third turn.

But this is the case, and it is enough for him to fight the strong with the weak, and end the life of an injured Jindan practitioner.

……

A quarter of an hour later, Ji Junze's figure flashed past Wang Yiji's face, and then suddenly stopped on the stone wall on the right.

Ji Junze held the long sword stuck in the ground with one hand, and supported the stone wall with the other. After panting for a while, he suddenly leaned over and began to vomit blood.

Pfft!

Behind him, Wang Yiji's body crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

he died.

A sword seals the throat.

"Cough cough cough..."

Ji Junze coughed heart-piercingly for a long time before he could barely stop, grinning with a joyous smile.

"Happy! Really happy! Haha..."

He smiled lowly, but unfortunately he only smiled for a moment, then tilted his head and began to vomit blood again.

Although it was very enjoyable, but as expected, a scumbag body is a scumbag body. Although it didn't affect his performance, the vomiting of blood was really a bit overwhelming.

Panting slightly, he leaned against the stone wall, lowered his head, and didn't move for a long time.

He has to slow down.

……

At the outer edge of the big pit, Mo Wuchen clenched his fists, watching Ji Junze vomit blood in silence, wishing to rush up immediately, but his brain stopped him.

He has always known that at this time, what Ji Junze needs is not the sympathy and worry of others, but an empty space, and the only thing he can do is to wait until Ji Junze cleans up I, calm and composed, walked over as if nothing had happened.

What even Mo Yi understands, he will naturally understand better than others.

Mo Wuchen pursed his lips slightly, suppressed the extreme pain in his heart, and backed away a little bit, until he stood beside Mo Yi not far away, and then stopped.

"How is master?" Mo Yi asked.

Mo Wuchen lowered his eyes: "He's vomiting blood."

Mo Yi's expression tightened slightly for an instant, but he stood firm and did not move.

Mo Yun, who was injured all over, couldn't help but stare instantly: "Is the master injured? What use do we need you for?!"

After all, he wanted to run towards the pit, but he froze in place as soon as he lifted his foot.

At this time, there is no way to pass!

This is how to do?

All kinds of depressed anger in his heart had no place to vent, Mo Yun could only turn his head and stare at Mo Wuchen angrily, but he saw that this person was not worried, and he started to treat his wound seriously!

It's really dying!

Saying that you are a vixen, do you really think of yourself as a seductress?

At this time, what face are you wiping?What balm? ... What clothes to change!

"Do you really like our master?" Mo Yun growled in a low voice with a dreamy face, and was so angry that he almost rushed to kill people.

Mo Yi also frowned, but his eyes only paused for a moment on Mo Wuchen's whitened fingertips, and the anger and coldness between his brows disappeared in an instant.

"Mo Er," Mo Yi said, "Be quiet."

Mo Yun's plain middle-aged face froze immediately, and he said after a while: "Yes, but he really deserves a beating!" Damn vixen!The master vomited blood, but he only cared about his beauty!

I'm so angry!

I really want to beat him to death!

Mo Wuchen ignored the gazes of others at all. He hurriedly treated the wound on his body, tied the bandage tightly, and then changed into a clean robe, but this time it was not the light color he used to wear, but It is a deep and solemn black.

His blood-stained underwear was instantly wrapped in a cold and serious black robe, leaving only a handsome young man with too cold and serious, sharp lines, who looked seductive and good-looking.

If it weren't for the countless corpses piled up around him, almost no one would believe that the young man in front of him seemed to be intact, except for the noble and handsome young man, whose body was covered in blood and scars just a moment ago... He had caused countless killings!

Hearing the rubbing sound of cloth from the bottom of the pit, Mo Wuchen's tense expression suddenly loosened, and then he turned his head to look at Mo Yun, and said calmly, "Xiao Ze asked me to do this."

After a pause, he blushed handsomely, and said softly: "Xiao Ze said, after killing people, you have to apply the medicine and wait for him. In this way, he will like me more and more."

cross!Come!cross!happiness!joyous? !

Mo Yun's eyes widened in horror and anger, his whole body was not well.

This is really... a bolt from the blue!

He glanced at Mo Wuchen blankly, silently clenched the hilt of his sword tightly, the masseter muscles in his cheeks tensed, and instantly felt that he was about to explode.

What the hell!

This vixen must be provoking me!

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Shy scheming Mo!Hahaha