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MTL - The Transmigrated Senior Martial Brother-Chapter 88 Break
The light and shadow swayed, and a person came in from the front door. Qin Mo’s eyes were sharp, and the man waved his sword in the moment he stepped into the cave.
The sword of Qin Mo was unusually fierce, and did not respond to the other party at all. The people quickly retreated and the blue light flashed in their hands, which was able to escape the attack of Qin Mo. Seeing that Qin Mo’s wrist was slightly turned to send him a second sword, his face suddenly changed, and some anxious voices came from his mouth: “Qin Mo, it’s me.”
Hearing this voice, Qin Mo’s action stopped, he did not expect that the person was actually Wen Qing.
Wen Qing once got a blue-colored shuttle body. He didn't know his use when he was in the dark tomb. He came to the devil world and realized that the shuttle body could break the enchantment. At this moment, he came here with this shuttle.
Next to the thousands of changes, Lin Ziguang was dark, and he left the estuary at the entrance of the stone cave. He was broken. Who is it? At the center of the line, a finger was pressed, and Lin Zikai no longer had any mood to arrange the array, leaving the sleeves to leave here.
Behind him, the old man's face suddenly darkened, and even the expression of blue blood and other people did not look good. The old man of the black bone said in a bad tone: "This is not yet finished, is Lin Ziyu so gone?"
The righteous monk did not give up the attack here, and will continue to break when he regains his energy.
After Lin Zikai left, the opposite side was still sitting on the ground, and there was no emotion in the eyes of the gods. There was a ray of light, his fingertips flashed, and the corner of his mouth slowly appeared a touch of radiance. He just seemed to see through the whole picture.
It was learned that everyone in the North Palace, including Lin Zikai, was changing at the moment. After Qin Mo went out of the stone room with Wen Qing, he went straight to the direction of the blood pool. He still clearly remembers the painful expressions on those faces when he was taken away by Lin Zizhen.
Perhaps it was because Qin Mo absorbed the cause of the fire, and this time he entered the blood pool and did not get any obstacles.
Before I ate the blood of the forest, the whole blood pool boiled up, and the claws in the blood pool became more and more shackled. When Qin Mo came to see it, the blood and blood of the people in the blood pool were swallowed.
It seems that I feel the breath of Qin and Mo. The blood pool suddenly slams a **** huge wave and rushes toward the surface of Qin ink. There is a black giant claw hidden in the blood wave. I want to drag Qin ink into the blood. Central pool.
Qin Mo held a long sword and tightened his face. His face flashed cold and turned his head slightly. He said to Wen Qing, "You will save them. I will deal with it." When the voice falls, the body becomes a fierce man. I greeted the **** waves in the sky.
Looking at the back of Qin Mo, Wen Qing smiled and walked to the side of the blood pool, pulling the people in the blood pool one by one. No one noticed that the black claws in the blood pool had retreated when they met Wen Qing, as if they had encountered something fear.
Ling Li Jian Mang with the devastating force and rushing toward the blood waves, Qin Mo station blood wave tide peak, clenched his hand to drop the thunder sword, the lower waves under the pressure.
The vastness of the sword is like the waves engulfing all the power in the blood waves. Only a moment of effort, the blood waves have broken into blood and fall back into the blood pool, losing the power of the previous claws.
Wen Qing’s movement was very good. Before Qin Mo solved the blood wave, he had already pulled all the people in the blood pool to the shore.
Looking at the breath of the crowd, smelling the thick and **** smell of the nose, the more and more cold on the surface of the Qin ink, a large cluster of thunder fire suddenly appeared in his palm.
The thunder fire condenses into a group, Qin ink blinks, he wants to ruin it, thinking so, Qin Mo will throw the black flame in his hand to the center of the blood pool.
"Boom." A loud bang came through, and the bright flames rose into the sky, dyeing the house in purple. In the center of the flame, the scarlet blood gradually evaporates into a blood mist, and a scream of screams is constantly coming from it.
Before the Qin Mo station, everyone stared at the blood pool in front of them, and they were alert. The blood pool was destroyed, and the whole house was slightly swayed. It was originally banned by the green blood and it disappeared.
Looking at the front of the flashing thousands of changes, the **** face more difficult to look, his heart suddenly slammed, looked up, and saw the fire in the North Palace.
The blue blood saw that it was the direction of the blood pool, and the center of the heart hurt. The refining pool was built by him with great manpower and material resources. On weekdays, he can not only improve his own cultivation, but also have healing effects. It is a rare treasure.
After hundreds of years of hard work, it has been destroyed in this life. He looked at him and lost his usual manner. His eyes stared red at the right-hand monk, and he could not wait for his flesh.
He closed his eyes and breathed a deep breath. When the expression calmed down, he said, "You stay here, I..."
In order to wait for him to finish, he felt a strange wind coming from behind his head. A golden light came out from his side, and it was too late to sacrifice the magic weapon. The blood of the body was a song, and escaped the attack.
"The enchantment is broken!" The screams sounded, and the blue blood was shocked. Looking up, I saw that there was a lot of flashes.
Dimmed down. Opposite the monks on the opposite side of the road, there were excited smiles, and they rushed toward them.
He swayed straight and cracked his face, but he didn't smile at all. He knew that if he didn't suddenly leave the opponent, he couldn't break the battle.
Although the blood pool was destroyed, the air is still full of rich blood and smell. Looking at the pale people on the ground, Qin Momei’s heart groaned and said: “We are leaving here.”
"Master brother..." Lin Zikai’s voice screamed in the air, and when he heard this voice, Qin Mo’s expression suddenly changed. Immediately after the body moved, the sword in his hand did not hesitate to kneel behind him.
When Qin Mo moved, the air quickly shook his body behind him. Lin Zikai took a single hand and took Qin Mo with an angry blow. In his hand, a golden flower basket buckled toward Qin Mo.
Qin ink kept on foot, turned and pulled out to be the long sword by Lin Zikai, the sleeves roared, and a black cloth bag appeared out of thin air. As soon as the bag appeared, a thick black gas emerged from it, covering the darkness.
This black cloth bag was discovered by Qin Mo after killing him for a hundred nights. Perhaps it is the reason for practicing the practice of a hundred nights. This black gas can not only confuse the other side of the line of sight, but also contains highly toxic.
Linzi said with a smile on his face, he did not put this bag in his eyes, and his right hand was empty, and he looked at Qin Mo’s eyes brightly, and he sipped in his mouth: “Receive.”
Qin Mo’s eyes were fierce, and he watched the golden flower baskets shrinking around him. The whole body was cold and the hands of the thunder swords waved open. The sword gas formed a hurricane, and Qin Mo slowly spread. The voice chilled down and said: "Breaking the sword."
The tip of the sword is toward the sky. At this moment, Qin Mojian’s body suddenly shines, and the light shines straight into the sky, as if it broke the sky. Under the powerful sword, the golden flower basket of the forest was slowly broken.
The magic weapon was destroyed, and Lin Zikai did not have the slightest anger. He looked at the lower part of the body and flashed Qin Mo. He grabbed a piece of flower basket at hand and sighed in his mouth: "It is a master."
With that said, Lin Zikai suddenly took a shot of his arm and smiled softly at Qin Mo.
Qin Mo's hole shrinks, a strong burning sensation spreads out from the vines, and quickly swept the body of Qin Mo. He tried to stand up straight, clench his fists, and spit out a few words in the middle of the ring: "Do you have twin flowers?"
Lin Zixiao laughed and said nothing, apparently the default Qin Mo said. Then he walked to Qin Mo's side as he walked.
A knife flashed from the side, this knife is very fierce, which contains no murderous. Lin Ziqi stepped back at the foot, holding a hand in his hand, calling out his own long gun and welcoming the knife. For a moment, the attack was blocked.
Holding a long gun, there is something in the voice of Lin Zi’s voice that can’t be said: “Wen Qing?”
The previous shot was Wen Qing. He had a giant knife in his hand. The knife was still given to him after he entered the realm of comprehension.
Wen Qing did not answer Lin Zi’s words. He injected the aura into his hand and cut it off the face of the forest. The long knife is thrown out, which is full of a cold atmosphere.
Lin Zikai’s face was quite disdainful, and he was a kid in the district. However, although this kid is unsightly, he still keeps his life. After all, he is the old man's son, and Wen Laotou, Lin Ziwei quietly swept the side of Qin Mo.
Lin Zikai put away the killing tricks, and the strength in his hands was also lighter. In doing so, Lin Zikai couldn't help but laugh at himself. Even at this time, he still didn't want the master to be angry.
It seems that Lin Ziwei’s worries have been raised. Wen Qing has always had a smile on his face. His wrist turned and the blade turned upwards.
At the same time, his right hand became a palm, and there was a strange blackness in his palm. Everyone could not see the angle and took it against his chest.
The bones of the forest were shrinking, and only the one who saw it before was seen.
The two men's confrontation movements were very rapid. When they first came into contact, Wen Qing's body trembled and quickly went backwards toward the rear.
Regardless of the pain in his body, Qin Mo looked at Lin Ziyu coldly and rushed toward Wen Qing.
At the moment when Wen Qing landed, a pair of slender hands stretched out from behind him, and caught up and continued to retreat Wen Qing. A sigh came: "This donor, the shot is too hot."
The author has something to say: Thanks to Ziyunyun for throwing mines, thanking Galoulou for throwing mines and holding a kiss.