The Transmigrated Senior Martial Brother

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It was called a chopped fox by the little fox, and they were so neglected. The old black bones were confused again because of the soberness of the pain. The voice that had previously spoken in his ear rang again: "Kill him, kill him..."

"Ah!" The old man with a big bone screamed and climbed up from the ground. He was all black and boiling, and he could not see the original appearance. He slammed toward Qin Mo's side: "kill you!"

The little fox snorted and the long tail slammed into the air, smashing it in the direction of the old black bone. Once again, the old black bones squatted on the ground and trembled a few times before moving.

The action of the little fox looks very casual, but the impact is great. This shot not only shot the old man, but also shot many of the magical repairs around him. Their blood is vague and the death is very miserable.

Qin Mo’s brows have risen, and the cultivation of the little fox seems to have improved a lot. It’s just that the power of the gods is so powerful.

Seeing this scene, the three high-level magic repairs in the middle of the magic domain can no longer be calmed down. The head of the man snorted and his eyes filled with bloodthirsty killings. He looked at the figure of the fox and said: "kill ""

When the sound fell, a red light visible to the naked eye slowly emerged from his body, and the body of the demon repaired suddenly stiffened. Even the pupils of the blue blood were slightly shrunk, and some enjoyed the blink of an eye. . Blood magic light is not always available.

The red light is getting more and more beautiful, and finally it becomes a dazzling blood red, and the whole magic repair is wrapped in it. The blood red is very rich, and I am very surprised.

After the moment of stiffness, the demon squats constantly, swaying his body and rushing toward the side of the little fox.

The little fox looked cold and protected Qin ink at his side, and immediately turned a flash, and stopped the magic repairs that roared in all directions.

The righteous monks were not idle, they once again set the formation, and instantly turned into a sharp spiritual sword, kneeling down to the magic.

Seeing that Qin Mo did not cause serious problems, Lin Zikai only let go of his heart, watching the breeze fairy and the others around him, without any pity and jealousy. The body was shocked, and the ribbon wrapped around him broke open.

The life magic weapon was damaged, and the breeze fairy was white and spit out a blood. She clenched the broken ribbon in her hand, but did not retreat. The line of sight fell straight on the forest, without moving a half. A void, a long sword appeared in her

In the palm of your hand.

There is a brilliance in the depths of her eyes. This person should not be like this.

The little fox's forefoot and tail continually slap around the magic, and did not use any spells. One hit, it was a large piece of meat. And the Qin ink around it, the long sword in the hands flew, brought out countless sword flowers, and the surrounding magic repairs fell down one by one.

With a powerful little fox, even if the magic has a blessing of the Gorefiend, the advantage in the field gradually tilts toward the right side.

It can be seen that Qin Mo will not have any danger under the protection of the little fox. Lin Zi’s heart is not unwilling, but he can’t do anything at the moment. Although he came here this time for the sake of experience, but even if the magic repair lost, there is not much relationship, the safety of the master is the most important.

His movements slowed down and he slowly circled with the people around him. The silver in the hand was moving, and the line of sight slowly searched around Qin Mo. He was looking for Wen Qing.

Wen Qing, this person, at first he did not put it in his eyes. Later, because Wen Laotou only paid a little attention, but he did not expect this person to hide his misery. What purpose did he have around his master?

Found, Lin Ziyan's eyes lit up, Wen Qing was lying in the corner at half moment, his eyes drooping, not knowing what he was thinking, and the monk who had previously played with him was also standing by his side.

The monk stood in the distance, calmly watching the scenes that were quite bloody, and his eyes were laid-back, but his eyes were always staring at Qin Mo not far away.

It seems that she was aware of Lin Zikai’s gaze, and the monk suddenly turned his head and raised his lips with a slight smile. Different from the previous calm expression, at this moment his smile is a bit more evil.

Lin Zikai’s heart leaps slightly, and the monk looks like his master.

Without waiting for Linzi to think more, the monk suddenly extended his hand, and the hand was long as jade, and even a faint glow in the sun. He browed and took a picture in the direction of Qin Mo.

The wrist turned and cut the neck of the person in front of him. Qin ink spit out a breath. At this moment, he suddenly felt the back of the neck cool, and a strong killing came out from his back.

Qin Mo turned and looked at it. At first glance, he saw the monk who raised his hand. His pupil was tightened. When he faced the old man with black bones, he was only suppressed in the same place. In the face of this monk, he even turned out the strength of resistance. It is.

"Be careful!" The little fox suddenly made a sharp scream in his mouth, and the four tails swayed quickly, mixing the surrounding magic into a meat. The body is shining, like a bright sun. At the same time, the figure was quickly enlarged, and Qin ink was protected under the body.

"An underage nine-tailed fox is gone." The monk mouth snorted, the curvature of the corner of the mouth remained the same, and the more it looked evil.

His palms were parked in the air, still some distance from the body of the little fox, only a moment of stalemate, and the hand quickly fell.

The original invisible body of the little fox was more ethereal. Its huge mouth was wide, and a white light emerged from its mouth and rushed to the monk in an extremely fast speed, directly hitting the body of the monk.

The white light slammed into it, and the monk's mouth trembled a bit. It quickly returned to normal, and only the hands were more forceful. Under his hand, the body of the little fox broke open. Finally, a lot of fluorescence was made to wrap Qin ink tightly in it.

When the **** of the silk **** was broken, a huge white fox opened his eyes in a distant demon world. It looked up and his eyes were unclear, as if he could see the distance through the sky, and a sigh in his mouth: Qin ink..."

The long sword waved, with a sly sword, and Qin Mo's movements quickly. When the little fox was destroyed in front of his eyes, the negative emotions in his heart disappeared in an instant.

The fearlessness in the heart is truly fearless, and the direction of the heart is the direction of the sword. At this moment, Qin Mo’s eyes are extremely firm.

"Good eyes, it's a pity." The monk looked at the opposite Qin Mo. At this moment, he was surrounded by a fierce momentum, like a sword that was squirting, chilling, especially those eyes, dark and bright, flickering. There are thousands of lights.

The monk also only sighed for a second, and the movements in his hands kept going.

At the same time, the long gun in the hands of Lin Zikai suddenly broke out with a powerful force. The gun tip flashed silver, and a shot stabbed the sword in the hands of the breeze, and then directly penetrated her shoulder. The forest brows and wrinkles, and the gun body turns, and the breeze is smashed out.

Then Lin Zikai turned and swooped toward Qin Mo's body.

Everything happened between the electric and the flint. After the monk retracted his hand, he found that Lin Zizhen was holding Qin Mo and both fell to the ground.

The line of sight swept through the forest, the brow of the monk was close, and the eyes flashed dissatisfied and a little helpless. Sure enough, this Qin ink could not be left. As long as he was there, Lin Ziyu could not really grow.

The monk’s hand in the cuff was moving, and he just had to start, and there was a trembling voice from the forest: “Master...” He retracted his hand, and that’s right. He saw his own palm in the palm of his hand. Qin Mo's body, Qin Mo, he can't live.

Lin Zikai had already sat up straight. He only had Qin Mo in his eyes. His fingers trembled a few times before he was placed in the chest of Qin Mo. He felt the disordered atmosphere under his body. His face changed and the spiritual power in his body quickly turned to Qin. The body of the ink rushed.

The master was lying in his arms, this is the scene he had dreamed of seeing, but now he is heartbroken.

Before Lin Zikai waved everyone to the front of Qin Mo, he wanted to block this blow for him. He knew in his heart that the monk was his master and would not have his life. However, he did not expect Qin Mo to hold him and turn around, and he caught the palm of his hand.

Qin ink is pale, and he can clearly feel the passing of his life. His eyes smashed, and a drop of warm water fell on his lips. He looked up and saw Lin Zizhen staring at him with a blank expression, a pair of crystal clear liquids from him. The eyes slowly slide down.

Qin Mo's lips moved, but in the end he did not say anything. His eyes drifted and fell on the clouds of the sky. His world does not have such a clear sky, but unfortunately, he can never go back.

Looking at Qin Mo's eyes slowly confused, Lin Zizhen holding Qin Mo's hands and a tight face, his face suddenly showed a smile, at this time it looked very strange, he bent down and leaned into the ear of Qin Mo, A mouthful of the earlobe contained in Qin ink, let go of the cockroach, let go, whispered: "Master, you are not dead, do you want to owe me?"

Without the answer from Qin Mo, Lin Zikai said to himself: "But I just want you to owe me, and then remember me all my life." He speaks the temperature and the attitude is overbearing.

Qin Mo’s consciousness was a little vague, and he heard instinctively, but instinctively trembled.

"Master, do you know why twin flowers are called twin flowers?"