Chapter 884 Do You Want My Heart?

In terms of swordsmanship, she won't lose to anyone. After all, she learned a lot from Li Feng in the world of martial arts. His swordsmanship is treacherous and changeable, and even the luckiest person in that world can't compare to him.

A man and a demon were fighting fiercely together, and this demon's swordsmanship was actually several times more refined than those Taoist monks who had been using swords all year round.

Magical artifacts are useless, and swordsmanship is no match for the opponent, the half-haired elder demon catcher can only use Taoism, making seals and drawing blood charms, clinker and other things are useless to this little demon.

Naturally, Nan Xun is not afraid. What she uses is not demon power but spiritual power. Although she is formed from the person in the painting, she has never been considered a real demon. A solid barrier.

Until the end, when Nan Xun pierced the elder's chest with his sword, the elder still had an expression of disbelief.

He, he and the head of the Yunhai Sect died in the hands of a little demon.

He is unwilling, he is unwilling!

Nan Xun looked at the other party's staring eyes because of his unwillingness to die, with a cold expression.

It's just the weak and the strong, what right do you have to be unwilling? Does she deserve to be beheaded?

Meng Ziyi, who had no choice but to get away, was relieved when he heard that she was fine, but his eyes were still turning red uncontrollably.

Nan Xun looked at him, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and he said softly, "Husband, I killed him, you see, I didn't hold you back this time."

Even though she was only whispering softly, Meng Ziyi, who was always paying attention to her, heard it.

The shimmering eyes flowed, and at this moment, those eyes completely turned into red eyes.

The dark world returned to light at this moment, he glanced over, saw her, and was stunned.

She is more beautiful than he imagined.

His Xun Xun... is so beautiful.

Nan Xun noticed his abnormality. She looked at his eyes that turned red due to madness, and suddenly smiled at him, "Husband, don't be distracted, and fight the enemy well. The old rules, this time you can't lack arms or missing arms." Leg, I'll check it later."

"...Okay." Meng Ziyi also raised the corners of his mouth slightly, but the moment the word "good" just fell, the smile on his face froze, and was replaced by panic.

Nan Xun's expression also changed, and he lowered his head slowly.

A ball of fire ignited on her gauze skirt at some point, and it jumped up almost instantly, burning up from below.

Nan Xun turned her head in disbelief, and saw that the master of Yunhai Sect, who had just died, gathered a ball of fire in his hands.

He was obviously out of breath just now. But it turned out that he was playing dead.

The majestic master of a sect also learned the trick of pretending to be dead and sneak attacking, Nan Xun thought, she underestimated this person's cunning.

It hurts so much, it feels like being burned...

Without Xiao Ba, she could only bear the burning pain for life.

But it seemed to be better than she imagined, probably because she was just a thin piece of paper.

"Hahahaha... Even if this old man dies, I will take you, a monster, to be buried with him!" The master of the Yunhaimen vomited blood while laughing, and this time he was really about to die.

After laughing out loud, the old man of Yunhaimen gasped for breath, and stared unwillingly at the painting demon who was swallowed by the flames.

Not reconciled, how could he be reconciled, even if this little demon was buried with him, he would not be reconciled!

The next moment, a powerful knife wind slashed at him, and the old thing maintained an expression of unwillingness to be cut in half with a knife, and blood splashed.

"Xun Xun—" Mencius roared at Nan Xun, still maintaining his saber-wielding posture.

At this moment, everything around him seemed to be a phantom, only the flame that swept over the woman seemed to turn into a raging fire, and he was also involved, and a powerful force in his body clamored to burst out.

He ran towards Nanxun, regardless of how dangerous his exposed back would be.

Countless killing moves came towards his back, but Meng Ziyi couldn't dodge at this moment, allowing his body to be pierced by various magical weapons.

The passing of life caused a terrifyingly powerful demon power to burst out of his body, and the blood in his eyes was as thick as blood at this moment, as if it had reached its peak.

In the end, with a bang, the things that seemed to have been sealed for thousands of years rushed out and filled his mind.

After a momentary pain in his head, he was filled with memories that did not belong to him.

Mencius, who had already turned into a blood man, froze suddenly, as if he had turned into a sculpture. He waved back very casually.

In an instant, countless blood blades with strong power flew out.

The blood blades are as dense as raindrops, making people avoid them. Several monster hunters, including the respected Master Jiang Mojiang, were all cut to pieces by the dense blood blades before they could even utter a cry of pain... ... fragments.

"Master—" A loud voice came from afar.

The more Zhuo Bufan thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, and he came all the way back and forth, using the fastest speed in his life.

But he didn't want to, he saw such a bloody scene as soon as he arrived here, several bloody lights flew in the air, and the digital monster catchers were reduced to pieces in the blink of an eye.

Flesh and blood spilled all over the ground, and the blood pooled into a river, with a fishy smell.

The hatred that wanted to destroy the world in Meng Ziyi's eyes was all absorbed into his blood pupils, and a more intense and terrifying emotion was precipitated in his eyes.

He stepped on the ground of flesh and blood, staring straight at the woman who was burned by the fire.

It was very painful, she almost screamed, but at this moment, when she met the man's bloody eyes, it seemed that she couldn't feel all the pain for a moment, and her mind went blank.

She looked into two bottomless pools of blood, which contained emotions that had been deposited for hundreds of years. After watching for a long time, she felt a sense of suffocation.

Dao fire had already burned to Nan Xun's heart, but at this moment, the heart burned by the fire was beating wildly.

My eyes became wet uncontrollably, maybe it was smoked by fire, I wanted to cry, I really wanted to...

She raised her hand to touch him, but before she could touch him, she was burned to ashes by the flames. Her chapped lips opened and she wanted to call him, "Blood...blood..."

The name can't be called out.

Meng Ziyi stared at her, his thin lips moved slightly, and said softly: "...Little liar."

When the fire reached her neck, Nan Xun suddenly tilted her head and smiled at him, the smile in the fire looked extremely gorgeous.

"I lied to you, but why didn't I lie to myself... As compensation, I will give you something, do you want it?"

Meng Ziyi looked at her without speaking, his blood eyes were dark.

"I'll give you my heart, do you want it?" As soon as the words fell, the flames filled Hua Ling's mouth and nose, leaving her no time to say anything else.

Meng Ziyi stared at the pair of watery eyes that could still be seen, his thin lips moved lightly, and his voice was slightly cool, "You don't need to send it to me, just put it away, and I will fetch it myself."