The Transmigrated Senior Martial Brother

The three baboons are all covered with faint black light, which shows that they have been worshipped many times by the ruins of the ruins. They surrounded the Qin ink, faceless, and only constantly attacked. And the old mountain monsters themselves stand far away.

With the long sword in hand, Qin Mo once again displayed a clear wave. Perhaps it is not a big reason for the gap between them. Qing Bo has not played a very good corrosive role, but still blocked a series of them. attack.

At the beginning, Qin Mo’s movements were still a little flustered, and the more his movements became smoother. He also had time to look closely at the three flaws in front of him.

Although their actions are fierce, they have a fatal flaw. That is, their movements are too rigid, far from the speed of the general monk. And, perhaps because they are dead, their attacks are only in a few ways.

Seeing this, Qin Mo’s gaze has become much more fierce. He stared at the cockroach, his feet slightly slipped, and suddenly turned into a white shadow in the night, lightning-like plundering to the latter, and the long sword in his hand Take a sharp sword and squat to one of the joints.

Just listening to the "touch", the arm of the arm fell.

The long sword in the hands of Qin Mo suddenly changed direction, and he went to the other joints in the same way. Only for a moment, the three skeletons had only the torso and could not move. Qin Mo's gaze was not directed to the side of the ruins of the mountain, he found that this ruined monster seems to be unable to move when controlling the shackles, can only watch dry.

The old mountain monster also noticed the sight of Qin Mo. He did not expect Qin Moxiu to build a base period, but the strength has been extremely high, and the shot is crisp and straight, and goes straight to the theme, but only this is not enough! Thinking of this, there was a glimmer of light in the eyes of the idiots, and a soft smile appeared on the corners of his mouth. His lips moved slightly, like what he had read.

The cockroaches that had just moved still suddenly turned up, and Qin Mo was shocked. The sword in his hand once again slammed toward them, but this time he had not waited for the sword to approach, Qin Mo’s attack was blocked, only in an instant. Then the scorpion has been restored to the original, and attacked Qin Mo at a faster speed.

The strength of the attack was obviously much larger than before. Under heavy attack, Qin Mo did not check for a moment. One of them slammed a palm on Qin Mo’s chest. Qin Mo only felt a pain in his chest and spit out a blood in his mouth. Come, the body flew involuntarily, and finally hit a giant tree behind him.

"Master!" There was an anxious call from behind, and when Qin Mo was seen, everyone in the room could not help but worry, but they did not have the slightest ability at the moment. When Lin Zi’s eyes are tight, he is going to the direction of Qin Mo.

"Don't come over!" Qin Mo's voice came from the front, and Lin Zi's footsteps suddenly stopped.

Qin Mo’s original white robes have been dyed with many black marks, and there is a dazzling red blood on his back. He stood up slowly with the Bijian sword. The eyes are different from the cold in the week. There was a burning glow. Qin Mo’s bones are an extremely stubborn person, and he has never given up his swearing. Seeing him like this, everyone in the room could not help but be quiet.

The long sword was once again in his hand, and Qin ink stepped up and he came to the front again. As soon as the wrist turned, the sword of the Moon Gate was again displayed.

Then he did not tirelessly attacked.

Looking at the Qin Mo with the shackles, the ruins of the ruins of the mountain could not help but scream, and I was extremely dissatisfied that I had not cleaned up the Qin ink for so long. He wanted to catch the mouth and then make Qin Mo powerful. Living corpse, it seems to be forget it now! Thinking of this, he couldn't help but read something again.

One of the black eyes turned around and the movement was stiff and stiff, and then quickly jumped up, hands clasped, and straight toward the throat of Qin Mo. The other two crickets also increased the attack.

Qin Mo’s heart was tight, and the long sword in his hand only had time to block the deadly attack in front of him, and he was attacked by two beggars.

He swallowed the blood in his mouth, and Qin Mo fixedly looked at the cockroaches in front of him. At the moment he jumped, Qin Mo clearly saw that his brain seemed to be connected with a transparent thread.

The narrow and long phoenix eyes picked up slightly, and a thought flashed through the heart. Qin ink ran the spiritual power in Dantian, and then a purple flame appeared in the palm of his hand. The flame was only as big as his palm, and he continually jumped. It seems to be alive and well.

Qin Mo did not hesitate to throw the flames in his hands behind the heads of the three skeletons. The sly movements suddenly stopped, and the extended hand stopped in the air. And the purple flame gradually burned to the ancestors of the ruins of the mountain along an invisible line.

The brows of the ancestors of the ruins of the mountain were wrinkled, and the face flashed with an angry color. The mouth was sullen and said: "Damn, it was discovered by you!" The thread is the mental power he used to control the cockroaches, once disconnected Hey, he will not listen to his instructions again.

When he thought of this, his hands moved, and the three cockroaches disappeared into the place, and he did not care about the flame that was burning him. He only waved his long sleeves and tried to extinguish the flame. After all, the flame power in the base of the monk is very weak, and does not cause any harm to him.

What surprised him was that the flame was so strangely enlarged under his movements that the three small flames merged into a big flame and rushed toward him at a very fast speed.

"Hey!" The old mountain blame snorted, and suddenly there was a burst of black gas that wrapped him tightly in it. The purple flame came to his side in the blink of an eye, and suddenly broke into the black air.

"Damn, it turned out to be a thunder!" The roar of the ancestors of the sacred mountain slammed in the night, and even after seeing the murder of the ancestors of the ruins of the mountain, the body was once again in the sight of everyone. Among them.

The black robes draped in the ancestors of the mountain have been burnt and ruined, revealing his body. Perhaps it is the reason for poisoning all the year round. His skin is black and crumpled like a piece of dry old bark. At this moment, he was busy rushing to extinguish the purple flame on his body. Where the flame burned to him, there was a burst of blue smoke in his place, obviously hurting a lot.

Seeing this scene, Qin Mo’s heart could not help but be a little surprised. I didn’t expect the thunder of his body to be so powerful. I thought that Qin Mo’s eyes were slightly bright, and once again, the spirits appeared. There was a wall of fire in front of him, and he went to the ancestors of the mountain.

After doing all this, Qin Mo couldn't help but pant and gasp. The operation of this thunderfire was extremely consuming, and there was no spiritual power in his body at the moment.

"Ah!" A scream of sorrowful sorrows of the ruins of the mountain, and even saw a figure rolling in the flames.

After a long time, I saw that the flame was slowly extinguished, and the ancestors of the ruins of the mountain were lying on the ground with breath, and they had lost their ability to act.

Qin Mo does not know that Thunderfire is the fire of the world to the sun, and it is the nemesis of all evil things. Originally, his strength is not enough to win the ancestral home of the five mountains that has been in the foundation for five years. It is the thunder of his body. Only then made him mistakenly hit him.

Qin Mo clenched the Bi-Jing sword and walked to the side of the ancestors of the Mingshan. The tip of the sword pointed directly at his throat, and his fingers moved slightly, but did not stab.

"Hahaha, it’s ridiculous! The old man’s five hundred years of repairing has been lost in the hands of your little doll today. It’s really a godsend!” He didn’t care about the long sword in the hands of Qin Mo, the ancestors of the mountain. I don't know why I laughed.

Said, the eyes of the ancestors of the ruins reveal a sense of yin and evil, and licked his dry lips. "However, you wait, as long as I have the opportunity, I will make you my 傀儡··· ···”

Before he finished, his face jerked stiffly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he saw the long sword deeply inserted into his chest. The bright red blood continued to follow the sword. Falling, at the moment of the end of consciousness, what the ancestors of the meditation of the mountain think is, how is his blood red instead of black?

Qin Mo’s hand holding the hilt shook gently, and the slight warmth was uploaded from the hand holding him. Qin ink slowly turned his head and saw Lin Zi’s unknown time. Behind him, holding his right hand tightly, the sword just he stabbed him with his hand.

Feeling the gaze of Qin Mo, Lin Zikai’s face hangs a gentle smile, only to see his thin lips lightly, saying: “Master, if you don’t kill him, you will end up suffering from infinity. After all, he But I want to make you awkward!"

At the end of the day, Lin Zikai kicked the corpse of the ancestors of the ruins of the mountain, and only listened to the sound of "砰", and the ancestors of the mountain fell to the ground. Lin Zikai’s eyes are fixedly watching Qin Mo, and his eyes are full of sorrow.

Qin Mo looked at Lin Ziyu for a long time, and finally his eyes narrowed down. His eyes focused on the tip of the sword that was still dripping with blood. This was the first person he killed, but he had already understood what the world was. Thinking about it, the mouth said lightly: "Well."

Lin Zikai’s mouth twitched slightly, Master...·····

After a long time, Qin Mo’s eyes turned to other places.

The side of the hole has been soaked with blood, it is obvious that he is very hard to fight with the blood, but even then he did not give up, because he is behind the entire Zhengyangzong.

Seeing this situation, Qin ink clenched the long sword and was going to help. Along the side, Lin Ziyu stretched out and took him, pointing his finger and said: "Someone is here!"

Qin Mo saw this. Zheng Danzong’s elder Jin Dan had already subdued the three magical uniforms. At this moment, he was quickly coming to Kong’s side and could not help but let go.

One of the elders of Jin Dan waved his sleeves in the direction of the blood, and the blood immediately spit out a blood, and was knocked down by a hole in the machine.

The eyes of everyone are hot, this is the strength of the Golden Age.

Kong Fan came forward and walked with the three Golden Danes who were controlled to walk toward the main hall. He did not pay attention to the scattered magic repairs that are still attacking outside. After all, their strength is low. As long as Zhengyang Zong Lingshi is enough, no matter how they attack, they will not break the defense of Zhengyangzong.

"Hey! It's a waste! This little thing can't be done well!" Just then, there was a sudden drink in the air, like a thunder, and it was heard in the ears of some people. Some young disciples with low strength could not help. The ground shook.

Everyone followed the sound, and when they saw the person who spoke, the body could not be left in place.

I saw the man in a purple robes, eyes and eyes, standing in the void.

As everyone knows, only the Yuan Ying period can stand out from the air, and the person who came is actually a Yuan Ying ancestor.

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