If you want to do it well, you must first sharpen your weapon. Although Mo Ran is much different from the white wolf in terms of strength, the sword in his hand is not an ordinary person! Obviously, the white wolf is also afraid of it, so it does not rush around, but it doesn't seem to be in a hurry at all. It is a bit like teasing a mouse, and it seems completely certain that Mo Ran is dead today.

"Even if you have many magic weapons, you can't drive them as a lowly ordinary person! But don't worry, this immortal will not let their pearls be covered with dust after you die!"

The white wolf laughed loudly, Mo Ran made a cruel move, but he didn't forget to laugh at it, and his gloomy voice spit out word by word, "It's just a beast, how noble do you think you are? It's because of your humility that makes you so keen on deceiving yourself!

Bailang, I don’t owe you, but you owe Mo Xiujie and his wife, and I owe Mo Ran! Three lives, if I don’t kill you today, I will not forgive myself!”

"What an arrogant tone! Since that's the case, I'll let you see what self-deception means!"

The white wolf was furious and was so angry that she was so angry that she could not hear the meaning of the second half of her sentence. In fact, Mo Ran had guessed that the former master of this body was not purely dying of illness.

After she left school and returned to Mojia Village, her health became worse and worse. In fact, the White Wolf set up a spell to harm people in the Mo family, which subtly affected the body of the former master. However, the White Wolf could not leave the forest, and her magic power was limited, so she delayed for so long.

She killed the former master and was reborn in this body, but Bailang thought she was not dead and was determined to kill the weeds!

Mo Ran felt ashamed of the former master. Since he couldn't do anything, he would kill the white wolf first to comfort the undead!

The white wolf's huge body rushes left and right, very flexible! And it is extremely powerful! I don't know how many new wounds were added to Mo Ran's body, but she seems to have no idea of ​​the pain, and her agile and fierce moves quickly greeted the white wolf!

The reason why she was able to deal with her for so long was all due to her fearless ruthlessness and exquisite moves!

"Roar!" The white wolf suddenly roared angrily, and a large circle of sound waves that were like substance rushed towards Mo Ran without warning. The ink hair that had grown to the waist seemed to be rolled up by the strong wind, blowing behind him, and overwhelmed pain came from his eardrums!

Mo Ran tried hard to attack, but the white wolf's figure suddenly changed after the strong wind, and several split out like looking in a mirror!

Mo Ran knew that there was a rare ninja in the world in his previous life, which was able to fight with clones. No one knew the mystery! He made enemies with ninjas in his previous life, and almost died of such clones! Later, Jiang Chao arrived in time to save her life!

But today she was definitely not facing ninjutsu, but a magic that was more mysterious than ninjutsu! There would be no elusive Jiang Chao to save her again! Mo Ran tightly held the sword in his hand, and after the sound wave passed, she also saw clearly that she was facing a total of six white wolves!

"It's not so good, just six, there were at least fifteen ninjas last time." Mo Ran's face did not look nervous, but instead sneered disdainfully.

Bailang never expected that she would be so calm at this time! This was completely different from what it expected! What it wanted to see was this lowly human being collapsed and cried, kneeling in front of it and begging for mercy. It wanted to see the look of fear and despair on her face! Instead of irritating it again and again!

"Hmph, let you see where the difference between you is the immortal! You will die without leaving any scum!" The white wolf said in a tragic tone. The six clones could not tell the truth at all, and their voices came from all directions, chaotic people's minds.

"It's so much nonsense!" Mo Ran said coldly in front of him.

He heard Bai Lang snorting angrily, and the six clones attacked together. After a while, Mo Ran was already covered in scars!

It is right, ordinary people are simply vulnerable when facing spells! The wind blades rolled up on the white wolf are everywhere, Mo Ran cannot avoid them! Blood is coming out desperately, his body temperature drops rapidly, his movements become slow and stiff, and the coldness in the hole is even worse, and Mo Ran's face is even more pale and terrible!

On the contrary, at this time, the white wolf seemed to be enjoying his masterpiece. He put away the wind blade and slowly consumed Mo Ran's physical strength with his huge body. At the same time, he did not forget to spare any effort to attack her and mock her.

Until she slapped the sword in Mo Ran's hand with one palm - her greatest reliance!

Immediately afterwards, the six clones suddenly flashed, five disappeared, leaving only one white wolf, probably its true body, but the white wolf jumped and its thick tail whipped hard on Mo Ran!

Mo Ran, who had been holding on, finally flew backwards with a muffled groan and fell heavily on the cold and hard rock! His mind was blank, not to mention the pain in his body!

Before Mo Ran could recover, the white wolf fell down immediately, and its huge forelimbs were like a mountain, stepping on Mo Ran's chest without mercy!

Mo Ran coughed violently, bringing out a thick stream of blood. She knew that her lungs had been seriously injured this time! The pain made Mo Ran not breathe for a long time, and life was worse than death after a moment of breath!

Mo Ran slowly swayed his left hand, accompanied by a pleasant ringtone, which was incompatible with the thick bloody smell in the cave. The white wolf raised his head high and glanced at Mo Ran's left hand contemptuously.

"It's ridiculous. Do you think it will still work for this immortal? Last time, the soul of this immortal entered your dream, and his magic power was greatly reduced, but this time, you don't have to think about it!"

As he said that, he used force to his forelimbs again, very well, he just wanted to see her in pain!

The poisonous insects that were scared away by the monsters when the white wolf appeared were actually rushed out again under the sound of the four-length ring of the Tibetan sound, and crawled towards the white wolf's body one after another. However, none of them could only get close to it successfully. As soon as they arrived, they were cut into several sections by the wind blade. In a short while, the corpses of the poisonous insects piled up a thick layer.

The white wolf laughed loudly and mocked Mo Ran for overestimating his abilities, but Mo Ran only replied with an equally contemptuous look, "You'd better kill me now, otherwise you'll die ugly!"

While speaking, Mo Ran had already clenched a white flute in his hand.

The white wolf even more seemed to hear some joke, and a deafening laughter rang out in the cave, "I want to die happily? It's not that easy! I am going to torture you slowly, so that you can't live or die!"

Mo Ran smiled faintly, closed his eyes and placed the piccolo on the corner of his mouth, and blew it hard.

Yin and Yang flute belongs to Yin when killing people. It can control the four rings of Tibetan sound, but the premise is that the user has spiritual power. Mo Ran doesn't know how much power he can exert, and doesn't know whether it can save her from water and fire.

Maybe she couldn't exert any of its power at all, maybe the last straw would eventually crush her, but she was still betting and still blowing hard.
Chapter completed!