The Transmigrated Senior Martial Brother

The tip of the sword exudes dazzling light, and with a strong and imposing manner, he is in the black man's chest. The black man's face is pale, the blood in his chest is constantly dripping, and the attacking action on his hand is also slowed down.

Qin ink body shocked, his feet slightly turned, suddenly broke free from the black man control.

Standing opposite the black man, Qin Mo body metaphysical power suddenly as the river rushed up, the hands of the sword flashed, disappeared from the black man's chest, reappeared in front of him.

His eyes were sharp, his sword was across his chest, and his sword was constantly shining. Qin Mo took the sword and went, and the long sword suddenly turned into a light and shadow. The light and shadow contained a terrible force, and the number fell toward the black man.

Looking at this fierce blow, the black man brows and jumps. If it is normal, with his strength, he will not be afraid of Qin ink attack. However, he was seriously injured when he was fighting with the old man of the gold pen. At this moment, there was a weird giant eagle constantly entangled. The attack by Qin Mo actually caused him a lot of trouble.

The black man's eyes were gloomy, and a strange scarlet color emerged from his eyes. A thick black air spread out from him, and then trembled, quickly wrapping the black man.

In this black gas, the black man's figure is rapidly becoming bigger, and the darkness of the whole body is getting stronger.

Qin Mo that has reached the black man in front of the black man, and then slammed the black body, but unfortunately, the black people around the black movement, directly blocking the power of Qin Mo that powerful sword.

The black gas slowly dispersed, and the original black figure disappeared, but it was a huge black monster in front of Qin Mo. He is tall and tall, about five meters high, but his body is very thin and thin, far away, like a dry body.

The moment the black monster appeared, the old man's face changed slightly in the distance, standing in the same place, his lips were close, and his mouth was quite unbelievable: "It is them, they actually came out." With that, he looked away. A look at the forest.

"Follow me." The dry voice came from his mouth, and the scarlet eyes kept flashing, staring at Qin Mo in front of him. At the same time, the dry right hand extended forward and straight toward the direction of Qin ink. A cold breath continued to flow from him, leaving the surrounding air a stagnation.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Qin Mo knew that the monster in front of him was the former black man.

"Call!" The sound of the broken air came, and then a light figure swept from a distance.

This figure was previously entangled with the black eagle, under the control of Lin Zikai, this giant eagle raised a sharp python, with an unusually strong power, attacked the head of the black man.

The sudden attack did not change the face of the black man. His eyes were still stubbornly staring at Qin Mo, and the dry palms were freely swinging toward the giant eagle. The black mans flashed and the giant eagle suddenly became stale.

"Hey." The sound of the blast sounded, and the black mans drilled into the body of the giant eagle. Then the inside of the giant eagle burst open. The giant eagle trembled and turned into a light spot that disappeared into the air. This giant eagle was formed by the cohesive power of Lin Ziyuan. At this moment, it was strongly broken by the black people, and the forest was suddenly weak.

Without much to say, the black man once again waved his hand in the direction of Lin Zikai, and the violent violent road immediately fell on the forest. After being hit by him, Lin Zikai quickly shot backwards.

Seeing that Lin Zizhen was injured, his expression has been quite leisurely. The old man’s face showed a bit of nervousness.

He didn't know Qin Mo, so he didn't care about Qin Mo's death and death, but Lin Zikai was different. He thought so, his figure flashed, and he came to Lin Zi's body after the electric light and flint, and caught his body.

Qin Mo looked at Lin Zikai and saw that he had no serious problems. He did not have the energy to pay attention to his situation. Because the black man waved a blow to Lin Zikai, his dry palms came again in the direction of him.

In the original place of Qinmo Station, there is a cold and cold color on the surface, but there is a vigilance in the depths of the pupil.

The breeze blew, Qin Mo's black hair swayed in front of him, covering his dark eyes, under the tense atmosphere, Qin Mo suddenly moved.

His right foot stepped back, his right hand was released, the long sword floated on his chest, his eyes were clear, his hands quickly formed a seal, and his mouth was low and low: "Broken sword."

The Sky Sword is a move that Qin Mo has mastered in all attacks. It can be used with a lot of spiritual power, but when faced with such a powerful enemy of black people, he can't care much.

The vast expanse of power fluctuations, slowly swaying from the side of Qin Mo, I do not know whether it is an illusion, the sky seems to be a bit dark in the distance.

By Qin Moyuan's divine sword, the long sword was suspended in front of Qin Mo, and a "beep" sound was heard. The surrounding air trembled, and a powerful force continued to flow from the surrounding air to the sword.

That power is not the spiritual power that Qin Mo is familiar with, but another magical power scattered between the heavens and the earth.

Under the impact of this energy, the original transparent sword gradually became solid, concealed and heavy pressure from the sword slowly, the sword shook, became huge, the sword pointed directly to the black man, with Suddenly murderous, just smashed down.

The black man's hand made a move, and the black light suddenly flourished, forming a huge shield to protect him.

Only heard a huge muffled sound coming from the middle, the sword hit the black man's shield, the black man's body swayed, and involuntarily retreated a few steps before stopping.

Looking up at the giant sword in front of him, the black man’s eyes were scarlet, and there was a constant black gas flashing. A sneer came out of his mouth. Under the dark black light, he extended his dry palms and caught it directly. Great sword in front of you.

The next moment, the sword swayed and changed back to a transparent state, slowly losing its powerful power in the stalemate.

Qin Mo eyes locked the black man, seeing a miss, the right hand clenched, another long sword appeared in front of him.

Taking advantage of the sword, Qin Mo's eyes were dignified, and the mouth was low and shouted: "The wind is blowing." When the voice fell, he waved a sword in the direction of the black man.

A sword squats, and the surrounding winds are raging, and a sword mans with a slap in the face of the black man's head. Obviously, this sword is much more powerful than the previous one.

"I can use the energy of the heavens and the earth..." The old man of the golden pen stunned his eyes, and he said something strange in his mouth.

"No, it's not the energy of the heavens and the earth." The eyes turned to the surrounding withered plants, and the old man's brow wrinkled. "This is the gas of life between heaven and earth."

Speaking of this, he paused, looked at Qin Mo, and shook his head gently: "However, this is a pity. If this young man is stronger, maybe he can beat this person, but now... ..."

"Boom!" His voice just fell, and he heard a loud blast, and the sword had already collided with the black man. A fierce energy storm spread from the middle, and for a time, the surrounding winds changed.

When the fluctuations subsided, the two figures walked back a few steps, only to stand firm in the air.

Qin Mo's breath was a bit uneven, and a blood rushed out of his throat, but he still stood straight in the same place, his face was indifferent, and no one could see that he was abnormal except for his pale face.

The black man on the opposite side of Qin Mo looked much worse than Qin Mo. His left arm was unable to hang down on the ground. This arm had already been abolished by Qin Mo in the confrontation. The black blood was flowing out of the seven scorpions, which was really miserable.

Even so, the black man's gaze still stares at Qin Mo, and his body moves, and extends his right hand to the direction of Qin Mo.

Qin Mo holds a long sword and just wants to throw out another sword. His hands are suddenly trembled, and the long sword disappears into his hands.

The black man's face showed a sly smile, and it was obvious that after a powerful blow, the body of the Qin ink had already been consumed.

Seeing this scene, Lin Zi’s pupils shrank, dragging the already injured body, struggling to stand up from the ground and squatting toward Qinmo.

Zhou Yuanyuan's power is constantly surging, but at this time, Lin Zikai can only condense a long stick. Holding a long stick, Lin Ziying’s eyes were full of yin and murderousness, and he wanted to attack the black man.

Seeing Lin Zikai, the old man of the golden pen has a stiff face and moves at the foot. He directly blocks the front of the forest and touches the beard. He has a kind of sacred wind and bones. The mouth advises: "Don't be impulsive, you are not his opponent yet. ""

“Roll!” Lin Zi’s eyes were cold and chilly. There was a strange black light in the depths of the pupil, and a **** curvature was slowly emerging from the corners of his mouth.

The voice fell, and a strange black line emerged from his body, directly entangled the old man in front of the gold pen, pulled him to the side, and he continued to attack the black man.

I was shocked by Lin Zikai’s gaze, and the old man of the gold pen suddenly became stale, and he reacted when the body was transferred.

Looking at Lin Zikai was once again easily flew out by the black man, the old man of the gold pen immediately broke free from the black line and went to the side of Lin Zikai.

Tightly grasping Lin Zixuan's wrist, feeling the nearly boiling spirit from his body, the old man's brows are crumpled, and he looks at Qin Mo and the black man in the distance, his fingertips move, and the forest is trapped in place. .

Looking at Lin Zikai's horrifying eyes, the old man's eyes flashed slightly, and he laughed twice. He said, "You stay here, I will help."

There was tremendous pressure behind him. The black man had been twitching and twitching twice. He became this state in order to quickly take away Qin Mo, but he did not expect Qin Mo to have such a big attack. And now he can't maintain this state for a long time. If he talks with the old man of gold pen, he can't take away Qin Mo today.

Looking at Qin Mo in front, the red light flashed in the eyes of the black man, and a firm look appeared. In any case, he must take this person today, this is the master's request.

Thinking about it, the man in black changed his movements, his right hand clung to the left arm, and the mouth snorted, and a force pulled the left arm down. The blood fell on the floor, and the black figure did not feel painful. The lips trembled and said a few words

At the same time, when the finger moves, the air slowly draws a circle.

Under his movement, a door suddenly appeared in the air. Looking at this door, the black man directly flicked a palm at Qin.

Qin Mo's figure flashed, trying to avoid the black man's blow, but his body suddenly slammed, and a sore pain came from all four limbs. As soon as he stayed at this moment, the black man’s palms had come to him, and the blow pushed him directly into the black door.

When Qin Mo entered the door, the door slowly disappeared into the air. Seeing this, the black man’s face showed a satisfied smile.

The old man attack of the golden pen has come to his eyes, but the black man has no defense. At the same time, a black light slowly spreads out from his Dantian.

The old man's face changed, and he stopped the attack. The figure quickly receded and pulled up the back of the forest. He said in his mouth: "Go, he wants to blew himself."

"Boom!"

The surrounding space was constantly twisted and torn, and the rich black air enveloped the whole world. The things in the space turned into ashes and disappeared into the air.

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In a stone room deep in the tomb, the air suddenly shrunk, and then a figure appeared out of thin air.

Qin Mo stabilized his body and looked up to look around. A portrait was shot into his eyes in a very impactful manner.

The painting on the portrait is a sinister ghost. The evil spirit is staring at the scarlet, staring at Qin Mo, even if it is just a dead object, Qin Mo seems to be able to feel a thick and malicious.

"Hehehe, welcome to the tomb." When Qin Mo’s attention was completely on the portrait, a horror sound suddenly came from behind him.

When Qin Mo’s body was stiff, he slowly turned his head back and saw a figure sitting on the central futon of the stone room. The eyes were faintly red and faintly looked at him.