stocking the prince to death

Chapter 1285
"My strength is much higher than yours, and you can't survive ten strokes in my hands."

There was a bit of arrogance in Di Ce's tone.

Yet what he said was true.

Di Ce's level was very high before.

And after he exhausted his cultivation and regained his cultivation, Di Ce became more familiar with the use of spiritual power to the extreme.

Moreover, the cultivation base on the side body at this moment is even more unfathomable than before.

It can be seen that during this period of time, Di Ce not only recovered his cultivation, but also raised his cultivation to a higher level.

So what Di Ce said now is not unreasonable.

"Then we have to stay here! What should you do?"

"If you want to stay here now, then stay here! But whether you live or die in the future has nothing to do with me!"

After the words fell, Di Ce turned around directly.

It disappeared in front of them in an instant.

At the same moment, Ji Moshui suddenly felt a huge suction.

Immediately after his mind went dark, Ji Moshui disappeared in place.

……

After regaining clarity again, Ji Moshui found herself in a long corridor. She looked behind her, covered in fog and shadows, so she couldn't see clearly.

"Again, formation?"

There was a sound of piercing through the air, Ji Moshui quickly turned her head, and a sharp arrow shot across her cheek, leaving a long and thin bloodstain.

A strand of hair fell from Shangguan Yuan's collar and slowly fell to the ground...

Dense arrows shot from all directions, and Ji Moshui channeled his spiritual power to set up a defense around his body. The arrows shone coldly, looking extremely sharp.

"Bang bang..." The sound of landing reminded me that a huge dark passage appeared on the ground, and the sharp arrow that fell on the ground was taken in.

The air was filled with silence, and there was a little bit of weirdness. Ji Moshui followed the direction of the sharp arrow and headed towards him!

His figure crossed the sky like a loach, a light blue streamer flashed, and Ji Moshui landed not far away.

"Chichi!"

There were a few more sounds of breaking through the air, Ji Moshui's eyes were deep, and he turned around to avoid the oncoming hidden weapon.

Her eyes were a little sharp.

He came out of the dust like a fairy, standing proud of the world, making people dare not stare at him.

She was dressed in blue clothes fluttering in the wind, her long hair was pouring down, her eyes were snow-like and noble.

"Who's pretending to be a ghost?"

Her cold and clear voice resounded in this quiet corridor, and she regained her senses!
Ji Moshui frowned slightly, and a cold light appeared in his eyes.

Mo Lian should still be outside...

She looked back.

After thinking about it, she continued to move forward.

There will always be an exit.

As he walked, another hidden weapon appeared out of thin air, like Ji Moshui shooting.

Her gaze is slightly down...

Ji Moshui looked in the direction of the sharp arrow, but it was still dark.

She continued to walk, her complexion was rosy, her figure was elegant, and she was growing lotuses every step of the way. She didn't look like she had just experienced the sword rain.

There was another sound of breaking through the air, Ji Moshui's eyes were sharp, he raised his hand and shot out a spiritual power blade, and a muffled groan came from the opposite side.

What greeted Ji Moshui was even finer barbs. Ji Moshui snorted coldly, turned his head, took off dozens of silver needles from the tip of his hair, and rushed forward...

Ji Moshui closed his eyes, moved his ears slightly, reached out and inserted the silver needle to the left, flipped it over, and inserted three more silver needles to the right.

The figure moved quickly, turned to the right, covered the spiritual power on the feet, kicked out, the sharp wind blade turned a few times in the air, and landed behind...

"come out!"

Ji Moshui spoke lightly.

However, suddenly!

The scene changes instantly!

A bright light flashed. The sun shone through the thin clouds, shining on the white earth, reflecting silver light.

The sunlight was filtered by the layers of leaves and leaked onto her body, turning into a faint round halo of gently swaying light.

Shangguan Yuan looked at the scenery and said nothing.

　four shifts

　　
　
(End of this chapter)