Many darts flew out of the ice bear's body, leaving holes one by one, but it did not stop, but tried its best to pounce on Mo Honghuan, but as the number of darts increased, the ice bear could no longer move, and the moment of struggle, it fell to the ground with a bang, and then turned into ice slag. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Mo Honghuan saw that Xiu'er's Eastern Harrier Fire Palm and West Harrier Cold Ice Palm had failed miserably one after another, and knew that she had nothing else powerful except for internal strength, and she had not yet pulled the blood-drinking sword out of its scabbard, but only with the help of the stone shape outside it.

"Hahaha......"

Mo Honghuan laughed, in her opinion, Xiu'er has no power to fight back now, no matter what trick she makes, she will be broken by herself.

Xiu'er also began to panic a little in her heart, what she could rely on at this time was the Eastern Harrier Fire Palm and the West Harrier Cold Ice Palm, but they were all broken by Mo Honghuan, and she really didn't know what to do.

The tragic situation of successive failures has also changed the situation in the cabinet hall.

Xiu'er found that there were still a lot of people standing behind her before, to show her support, but there were not many people standing behind Mo Honghuan. However, after this battle, she found that people kept running from her team towards Mo Honghuan's team.

It didn't take long for the people on Mo Honghuan's side to obviously surpass him.

This situation makes Mo Honghuan even more proud, and even the wood spirit is also vivid, after all, those who know the times are Junjie, and those who are not firm in their position are just to survive, but the price of standing on the wrong team is very great.

Just when Xiu'er was at a loss, the four grandmothers who had been fighting all the time stood up. I saw that she was holding a spear hat in her hand, shiny and shiny.

Seeing this, Mo Honghuan, who was beaming, pouted and said, "Meng Mengying, are you really uncomfortable?"

"You're the one who makes me uncomfortable, it's not me who makes you uncomfortable!" she shot back.

"I've already said that I won't find fault with you if you miss our sisters, but if you are obsessed, don't blame me for not talking about sisterhood!" said the third grandmother Mo Honghuan angrily.

"Then you can let the horse come, and the grievances between us should be resolved!" said Meng Mengying.

Seeing that the third and fourth grandmothers were about to fight, the eldest and second grandmothers standing next to them hurriedly came out to mediate.

"The third and fourth are all sisters, is it necessary to fight for your life?" the second grandmother advised.

"Second sister, it's not that I can't get along with her, it's that she has to get along with me, then don't blame me, it just so happens that you and the eldest sister are next to you to be a witness!"

After saying that, she attacked Meng Mengwu.

Seeing Mo Honghuan rushing over, Meng Mengwu quickly threw out the spear thorn hat in his hand, only to see that the hat that flew out was like a huge spinning top, rotating endlessly, and the sound that followed sounded in his ears like a dizzy sound.

The disciples with low martial arts cultivation in the pavilion hall couldn't help but shake their heads, and some of them were holding their heads with their hands, crying wolves.

But the third grandmother Mo Honghuan was disdainful, not only did she not panic, but her smile was even more wild. She just gently stretched out one hand, and then a cloud of mysterious qi appeared, glowing orange and blue, stopping the flying lance hat from moving forward.

After being stopped, the lance hat just kept spinning in front of her, and couldn't move any further.

Seeing this, Yu Mengwu exerted an internal force on the whirling hat, making it constantly approach Mo Honghuan.

At this moment, Mo Honghuan pointed the blood-drinking sword in his hand at the spear hat, and the white light at the hilt of the sword shot out again, like a dart constantly attacking the hat.

Just listen to the tinkling sound that keeps ringing, like an arrow shot on a hat.

As the clanging sound continued, the lance hat not only could not move forward, but kept retreating, accompanied by sparks.

After the sparks were flying, the lance hat began to grow redder and redder, like an iron plate that had just been taken out of the furnace.

Seeing this, Meng Mengwu hurriedly summoned the lance thorn hat back, she knew that if she still carried it, she could only end up with the hat being punctured.

Seeing this scene, Zhuo Yifan seemed to see the scene of Zhuo Jian Villa casting swords, the red hat, just like the cast sword waiting to be forged in the sword mold. The scenes of the past began to appear in front of his eyes, and everything was so kind.

Especially at that time, the scene of casting the blood-drinking sword with his father Zhuo Song appeared in front of him again, and the processes that had been done were still being staged at this time.

However, the past is in the past after all, and the current blood-drinking sword is in the hands of the third grandmother Mo Honghuan.

Zhuo Yifan looked at the familiar sword, and really wanted to snatch it back at once. It's just that it is in the hands of that extremely powerful old woman right now, even if he has the idea of snatching it back, Zhuo Yifan doesn't dare to act rashly, and if he is a little bit wrong, he may miss the opportunity to get the blood-drinking sword back.

After Meng Mengwu summoned the lance thorn hat back, he threw it out again, and at the same time, Xiu'er on the side attacked Mo Honghuan from the other side, forming a situation of flanking Mo Honghuan left and right.

Mo Honghuan was a little flustered at this time, the attacks on both sides, as long as one side was not handled well, he would be killed in an instant.

Seeing this, Mu Ling hurriedly flew over to relieve Mo Honghuan, and not long after she ran away, Xiang Yi on the side also followed, stopping Mu Ling's help.

As a result, a melee situation was formed in the cabinet hall, one side was Mo Honghuan against Yu Mengwu and Xiu'er, and the other side was Mu Ling against Xiangyi, and the fight was difficult to solve for a while.

The subordinates of the two groups did not join them at this time, they were at best small minions, like flowers and plants in the yard, and they didn't want to suffer because of the elephant fight, so they just watched the battle around.

For Tsing Yi Shura Mu Ling and Green Shu Luo Xiangyi, the two have similar martial arts, so when they really fight, no one can take advantage, and being evenly matched is the best situation, and they have been deadlocked.

And Mo Honghuan doesn't have the same situation as Mu Ling, the two she faces are masters, which one is very difficult to deal with, if it weren't for the Blood Drinking Sword helping her, it would be difficult for her to have a slight upper hand against the two.

But when the two of them attacked together, even if the darts flying around the hilt of the blood-drinking sword, it was difficult to resist the attacks of the two, so she couldn't resist it.

Of course, Mo Honghuan didn't want to admit defeat, she still had a killer weapon that she didn't use, that is, she pulled the blood-drinking sword out of its sheath and let the monsters inside fly out to subdue them.

With this in mind, Mo Honghuan began to retreat backwards, drawing his sword as he retreated. When everyone saw this, they immediately cried wolf and hid in all directions.

However, Mo Honghuan did not pull out the blood-drinking sword, because in the gap between fighting and retreating, she could not let herself concentrate on urging with internal force.