2237: C2237 Belle Was Injured(part I)

C2237 Belle Was Injured(part I)

It's blood. There's the smell of blood in the field...1

Everyone looked at the battlefield in front of them and their eyes were wide open. It was only because they saw Bel in the battlefield that she was finally injured!

At this moment, Bel's palm had already been pierced by the Longsword. The blood groove on Feng Mo's Longsword was guiding Bel's blood to drip down. The drop of blood was a very strange crystalline purple color. It was like a dream. It was filled with Undead Spirit of Hell's demonic charm.

At the last moment, even Meimo Bel was unable to dodge the sword. She could only summon her full armor in a panic, but it was still pierced through the palm of her hand by Feng Mo's sword.

Feng Mo was stunned for a moment. He looked thoughtfully at Bel's dripping purple blood. His eyes moved, and his pupils shrank. His voice had a trace of gloominess.

"The dignified White-robed God of Death is actually related to the demon race? Heh, but no matter if you are a Buddha or a demonic dragon, you will only die under my sword!"

Feng Mo didn't know Bel's race's identity. He only knew that Bel wasn't from the Human Race. However, Feng Mo had first thought that Bel was one of the demon race.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the scene became heated. The Yellow Springs Netherworld Army, who hadn't gained the upper hand, finally saw hope.

The people of the Yellow Springs Netherworld Army looked at Bel, whose palm was bleeding non-stop. They were filled with anticipation.

The first assistant general, Feng Mo, had indeed succeeded.

As long as Bel was killed, everything would become much simpler. This was Lin Hao's final trump card. If he killed Bel, it meant that Lin Hao would lose the support of his strongest strength. At that time, Lin Hao would die here.

The naive Yellow Springs Netherworld Army didn't recognize Bel's ranking in Lin Hao's team. They simply regarded Feng Mo's words as the law of gold and jade. After all, the cultivation that Lin Hao had displayed was only a sixth grade Martial Spirit. No matter how strong she was, could she still fight against a high grade Martial Spirit?

"Demon girl, go to hell!"

Feng Mo's lips curved up into a ferocious smile. He twisted the Longsword in his hand and fiercely pulled it out. Fresh blood mixed with flesh sprayed out.

The powerful Spiritual Energy and Aura belonging to a high rank Martial Spirit surged on Feng Mo's body. That incomparably violent Spiritual Energy once again condensed on his Longsword.

This sword strike was going to take Bel's life!

However, what Feng Mo did not expect was that at this moment, Bel was very calm. She was excessively calm!

Bel lowered her head. There were traces of black gas gathering on the horns on her head. A very terrifying Aura passed through Bel's body.

An ominous premonition arose in Feng Mo's heart. Bel in front of him was like a volcano that was about to erupt. Intuition told Feng Mo that if this sword did not stab down, it was very likely that he would not have the chance to attack again!

"Go to hell!! Feng Mo flashed twice!"

Feng Mo roared angrily. The Longsword in his hand condensed and flipped, bringing with it an incomparably majestic aura as it stabbed towards Bel. The indomitable sword Qi caused even the air to tremble.

However, Feng Mo did not succeed in this strike. On the contrary, he saw the most terrifying scene in his life.

The Longsword stabbed out, but it stopped in midair. On the hilt of the sword, a hand covered in black armor was the most eye-catching.

This hand fiercely grabbed the Longsword. Even though Feng Mo used all his strength, he was completely unable to move. It was as powerful as a tiger's pincer.

Feng Mo's heart was filled with horror. The fine hairs on his back stood up. In his panic, he did not even let go of the sword's hand immediately. Instead, he suddenly raised his head. It would be fine if he did not raise his head, but this time, he raised his head.

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