Mo Zhao didn't seem to expect that she would speak rudely.
He was stunned for a moment, and then laughed again: "Whoever runs away, grandson Xijiu, I will let you taste my power."
He had already made up his mind, this time As long as he takes her, he will force her to become his woman.
He wanted to see her crying under him.
If he couldn't get something, he would rather destroy it.
He summoned his palm, and a blood-red sword quickly took shape in his palm.
The edge of the sword is like fire, but it is as cold as ice.
As soon as it appears, it seems to have the sound of howling ghosts.
The glacier that has never been frozen for thousands of years was originally flowing, but as soon as the sword came out, the glacier solidified instantly, and the cold cold Intention seems to be able to tear apart a person's clothes.
Gu Xijiu dropped his sleeves, and a soft rope appeared in the palm of his hand.
A soft rope shimmering with colorful lights.
The soft rope was like a whip.
With a slight shake, it became straight.
The light on the soft rope flashed like a dyed glow.
Her original peerless weapons were basically given to her by Di Fuyi.
After breaking up with Di Fuyi, she returned all the things he gave her.
She basically doesn't use the skills he taught her personally.
And this soft rope was condensed by her soul power, and as soon as it appeared, auspicious light enveloped the entire ice crevice.
The originally light blue ice in the ice crevices, when set off by the colorful soft ropes, turned out to be radiant and strange.
Mo Zhao looked at her rope with a flash of surprise in his eyes.
He never thought that the weapon Gu Xijiu pulled out at this moment would be a rope.
In his impression, she had always been good at using swords.
"This thing of yours is quite fancy.
Di Fuyi passed it on to you."
Gu Xijiu's lips curled up slightly: "It's quite fancy, but it will also cost you your life."
The soft rope flew towards Mo Zhao like a bolt.
Mo Zhao laughed loudly: "Very good, I want to see how this soft thing can kill me."
A sword light that was more than ten feet long flew out of the blood sword and slashed towards the soft rope.
His blood sword is an ancient magic weapon that can cut everything.
Even a sword made of diamonds can be cut into several pieces by this blood sword.
What's even more terrible is that there are countless extremely ferocious resentful spirits imprisoned in this blood sword.
As the blood sword is swung, the spirit of the resentful spirits turns into sword energy, killing gods and killing immortals when encountering them.
This blood sword was originally intended to be used against the Holy Lord, but now it was used on Gu Xijiu.
If the sword energy of this blood sword really hits Gu Xijiu, it will freeze her into an ice pimple, allowing Mo Zhao to do whatever he wants.
The sword light of the blood sword collided with the soft rope.
Mo Zhao fully expected that the cold air could be transmitted to Gu Xijiu along the soft rope, freezing her hands and feet.
Unexpectedly, the soft rope suddenly It lit up, and the colorful light flashed, instantly suppressing and purifying the bright red resentment.
He was shocked, and the blood sword retreated.
The resentful spirits in the blood sword had been purified by the seven-colored light of the soft rope.
"You" he looked at her in surprise: "What kind of skill are you doing?"
He had never seen it before.
"It's time to kill you."
Gu Xijiu's soft rope turned into a phantom of the Hongqiao again and quickly wrapped around him.
Colorful phantoms, shining brightly, seemed to burst out with countless Sanskrit words on the soft rope, and fell randomly in the air like petals.
Wherever they fell, it was like being blown by the spring breeze, black ice turned into water, and the glacier reopened.
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Mo Zhao narrowed his eyes The Kung Fu that Gu Xijiu used now was not only extremely weird and something he had never seen before, but it was also extremely powerful.
It seemed to be no worse than the Holy Lord himself: