Super Theological Academy to Conquer the World

"I'm here to save you, what's your attitude?" Chu Mo sarcastically said, stepping on the chest of Man San Dao.

Man Sandao's face was ashamed, but he didn't dare to attack, and was struggling hard to get up.

"what!!"

The barbarian soldier on the side saw that his king was so humiliated that he could not bear it long ago. Pulling out the iron sword in his waist, he shouted and cut towards Chu Mo.

Angelian's eyes hesitated, but in the end he was patient and chose to believe.

"Boom!"

Chu Mo didn't move, and a shadow rose, like a wave on the reef, directly flying the soldier.

The barbarian soldiers flew out.

Man Sandao looked at Chu Mo's pair of Heyan eyes, and suddenly thought of that night, wielding his sword to kill the four swordsmen, also had red eyes.

Shuddered all over the body, until the soldier fell to the ground, he was awake and no longer afraid.

"I am going to kill you!"

Man three swords shouted, struggling hard to attack Chu Mo's right leg stepping on his chest.

Although it was like hitting on the steel, after a few punches, it was already skinned, scarlet blood dripped down the dust along the arm.

"Yeah ... I'm angry."

Chu Mo smiled slightly, but lifted his foot and released the Mansan knife.

The reason why he thinks it is not easy is not because he saw something, but the value given by the system, which exceeds 10,000 points.

A common person is worth this price? He didn't believe it anyway.

Even Angel Angel is still only the second generation of super warrior, full of full calculation, adding her flaming sword, the system only gave 15,000 points.

"Then let me see, your skill, wouldn't you plan to laugh at me?" Chu Mo pointed his finger towards Mansan, and said frivolously.

"Yeah!"

Man San knife rushed again, hitting his fist high.

'S speed is slow in Chu Mo's eyes like a tortoise, and his fists are also weak and weak, not even reaching the limits of the human body.

Gently waved his hand, and the three swords flew out again. The helmet was lifted off, and blood flowed from his forehead.

"It doesn't seem to be enough. I have to add some material to you." Chu Mo walked up a few steps, grabbed an arm of Man Sandao, his legs bent slightly, and jumped suddenly, disappearing into the sight of Angel Yan in.

"What the **** are you going to do? Do you still have a hobby of abusing ordinary people?" Angel Yan asked in a poor tone.

Chu Mo's approach clearly runs counter to the angelic idea of ​​justice.

"Common? He must be uncommon." Chu Mo was too lazy to explain that by inertia, he had landed from a high altitude, and there was a barren village in front of him.

Is the once overlord city!

Man Mo made a three-stroke attack on Chu Mo. Although Chu Mo left his hand, he was seriously injured and his bones were broken. He couldn't stand up at all.

"You ... you are a demon, what the **** are you doing, kill me if you have a species!"

Man Sandao was seriously injured, but he did not bow his head in awe, and scolded fiercely.

"Huh ... There is such a big building on this barren planet." Chu Mo exclaimed in surprise, but his tone revealed regret, "It's a pity ... really a pity."

"What a pity you are!"

I don't know if Chu Mo's tone is too ridiculous, and Man Sandao asked angrily.

"Killing such a person at one time must be a very enjoyable thing, but unfortunately I can only kill you one now." Chu Mo dropped the three swords out as if throwing garbage.

Slowly raised his arm, a black mist lingered, and a cold voice came again: "Let me say, Atto is still too kind."

"It's not clean to do things. Since you want to wipe out the clan, you should have no one left. Why leave you two weak things."

"Wow! Ah!"

Three swords spit out another breath of blood, stood up tremblingly, and glanced at the surrounding ground, full of rotten corpses.

Picked up a stone and stumbled towards Chu Mo.

A pair of eyes contains a flame of anger.

"Boom!"

Chu Mo didn't hide, letting the stone hit his head, the gravel splashed. Except for messing up his hairstyle, it has no effect.

"This is how you vent, the moans of the weak."

A beautiful palm gripped Mansandao's neck and lifted him up.

There was a feeling of suffocation, and the blue muscles on the neck of Mansandao burst.

"Bah!"

Didn't struggle, didn't scold. He stared at Chu Mo angrily, a spit of blood spit on his face.

Chu Mo narrowed his eyes and reached out to wipe the blood from his cheeks. The corner of the mouth suddenly lifted, but the strength of the hand was a little loose.

"It seems that Atto has left you with a few small toys. Come and see what that is!"

Chu Mo broke Man Sandao's neck to the side.

In the distance, there seemed to be something creeping in the piles of corpses. A gray claw tore the corpse apart, and came out bathing in the smelly blood.

Is a low-level demon transformed into a corpse!

One, two, three, a dozen low-level demons. They were nibbling at the corpse, and the roar of the three swords just now attracted them.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Man Santou's unprecedented anger, that is his clan, even after death, he will not be able to die, and even the body will be reduced to the point of being eaten.

As a king, the soldiers used his life to cover him away, what good!

"You are right, I am a waste, weak! Let me go, even if I die, I have to choose a way myself." Man Sandao began to struggle, trying to break the palm of Chu Mo.

"Gee ..."

Chu Mosong loosed his hand, and Mansan Dao's body was faintly lit with red awns, very faint, but it did.

"I said that the group of super-theological academy guys who are not profitable and not too early, why it cares about this galaxy, is really surprising." Chu Mo's mouth curled.

Dozens of low-level demons glanced at each other, with a demon language that was incomprehensible.

The demon gene on the sword of command is the lowest kind. He can only give the three characteristics of flight, steel body, and infinite power.

After a communication that Chu Mo didn't understand, he was excited in the eyes of a dozen low-level demons.

After all, people who are alive are definitely better than corpses!

"what!"

Chu Mo had just loosened his three swords, and the latter rushed out to the dozen demons.

A low-level demon met him head-on.

Was hit by a brutal three-knife punch in the cheek. It stands to reason that the other party is the body of steel. The attack of Man San Sword has no effect at all.

But at this moment, the head of this low-level demon exploded in an instant, and purple blood splattered quite a knife.

"This ... I did this?"

Man Santou was stunned. He had already planned to die, and stared dumbly at his fist, flashing red light.

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(End of this chapter)