MTL - The Transmigrated Senior Martial Brother-Chapter 80 Sword

The death of several people is the ordinary magic repair in the North Palace, the strength is built around the beginning of the base.

If it is normal, it is not a big deal to kill a few low-level demons, but now that the demon domain is in chaos, some of the right-hand monks have come to the devil world. The Lord of the Four Kingdoms of the Devils also gathered here, and those people were under the pure sword of the dead, and they could not be ignored.

The body of several people was discovered by other demons at the edge of the North Palace animal house. The animal house is the place where the North Palace is used to raise the monsters. There are many fierce and brutal monsters.

When Qin Mo and Lin Zikai arrived at the animal house, they were already full of people. Because the four palaces were in the field, they did not dare to be too close. They could only lie side by side and whisper something.

When Qin Mo came here, they showed a smug smile on their faces.

The monks and the righteous monks have always been inconsistent, especially since they were forced to live in poverty and demon in the demon world. They hate the righteous monks. If they are not those who are righteous monks, how can they practice so hard.

Qin Mo and Lin Zikai walked side by side, followed by Qingshi and others, and ignored the gloating scenes of the people around them. They passed straight through them and walked to the bodies.

The faces of the dead were very calm, and there was no panic look. Only the pupils were tightened, and the sword wounds were all dead.

Qin Mo brows slightly wrinkled, from their wounds, Qin Mo can clearly feel a sense of guilt, there is indeed a pure sword feeling. But he always has a strange feeling.

"Qin Mo, we invite you to come, I want to ask you about this matter." Seeing the coming, the blood slowly opened. Although he said this to Qin Mo, his eyes have always been put aside. Lin Zizhen.

"There is nothing to ask, there is only one such a righteous monk in the entire North Palace, not who can he start?" The voice of the blue blood just fell, the cold voice of the old man from the black bones came from the side, he looked at Qin Mo eyes Full of malice, it is obviously a slap in the face of Qin Mo’s previous offense.

He was also behind him, and even some of the monsters directly showed a coveted look at Qin Mo. They must know that the flesh and blood of the monks are the favorite foods, not only delicious, but also enhance their strength.

They faintly placed Qin Mowei in the middle, and it seemed that with a single order, Qin ink could be torn into pieces.

The blue blood did not speak, and only looked at Lin Zikai. He was surrounded by men and women. The man was Qin Mo who had seen the black man before, while the woman was expressionless and seemed to be not right. care.

"As I mean, I should kill this kid, and then throw him with the bodies of the people in the dungeons and throw them in front of the righteous hypocrites, let them swear..."

The old man of the black bone said this, his face was full of excitement, and he was obviously satisfied with the idea. But before he finished speaking, he felt that his body was stiff. It seemed that there was a black gas around him, so that he could not move.

He was shocked in his heart, and he was repaired. Even the other Sangonggong masters could not control him so easily. Who is it?

He looked up and saw a glimmer of light in the corner of the forest, looking straight at him. Although Lin Zizhen’s face was smiling, but the body was covered with ice and cold.

The old man with black bones was first stunned, and then he sneered in his heart. After this happened, did Lin Zizhen think that he could still protect Qin Mo? Even if he is strong and strong, he alone will not have any advantage. The old man with a black eye turned his eyes and just wanted to say something. He heard the sound of a long sword coming out of the sword.

Nearly Qin ink held a long sword, his wrist turned, turned a sword flower, the blade flickered, and picked up a beautiful arc. Immediately after Qin and Qian eyes, they waved a sword in the direction of the old man.

"Boy, dare!" The old man of the black bone changed his face and shouted in his mouth. At this moment, he was unable to move by the forest, and even the magic weapon of the body could not be activated. Although he believes in his strength, Qin Mo’s sword can’t be how he is, but the sword

The chill in the light is still making his heart panic.

Seeing this scene, the other Sangong Palace masters only slightly browed their brows and did not do anything. Their eyesight was extraordinary. It was natural to see that the sword of Qin Mo would not kill him even if he fell on the old man. . What's more, the relationship between the four palaces seems to be peaceful, but it is not good. Everyone is looking for opportunities to swallow up other people in order to strengthen their strength.

As for the people behind the black bones, when they reacted, Qin Mo’s sword had reached the black bones.

Jianguang is close to the front, the old man of the black bone is simply closed, no longer struggles more, only the heart hates, a forester, a Qin ink.

The breeze smashed from the old man of the black bones. Everyone saw that the sword of the ink swayed out of the sword, and the light immediately swelled. It directly bypassed the body of the black bones and fell behind him. A monster on the body.

The Wicked Beast is a very bull, unlike the breeding of the beasts in the realm of the realm. The devil is also raised in a special way.

Unlike the real cattle, it is dark in color, from the two sharp corners of the head to the four hooves below, all wrapped in a thick layer of black pustules, looks strange and mysterious.

This barren cow has already reached the base period, and the intellect has already begun. It feels extremely dangerous from the Jianguang. It is four feet on the ground, with a long tail behind it, and greets Jianguang. At the same time, the body quickly receded.

Jianguang long drive straight into, directly opened the tough long tail of the bull, as the rifle into the river directly fell on the bull.

The wild cow had only had a scream and scream, and he slammed into the ground.

The smoke and dust began to rise, and Qin Mo’s right hand moved. He touched the falling sword in his hand and walked slowly to the side of the bull.

When I heard the sound, the old man with black bones opened his eyes. When he saw the blood on the ground, there was more than a cow. The black bones were black on the face. Although there were no special expressions on the faces of the people around him, he believed that they must laugh at him.

He was a patriarch of the Yuan Ying period, and he repeatedly fell in the face of Qin Mo, which made him face, not to mention, he glanced at the three palaces next to him, his heart was furious, if not he was also controlled by Lin Zikai I couldn’t help but rushed to kill the kid.

Thinking of this, he screamed at Qin Mo, and screamed in his mouth: "A small quiet period junior in the district, I really thought that the magic domain could be rampant?"

I ignored the old man in the wrath of the black bones. Qin Mo held a long sword. The tip of the sword pointed to the deadly wound on the fallen cow. He looked at the distant body and slowly said: "This is my sword." ""

The sound of Qin ink is exceptionally cold, even in this noisy environment. When the words came out, everyone was a glimpse, and then the eyes fell on the wound.

The wound was quite bullish, and it was also a sword. Even if they were far apart, they could feel a sense of discomfort and pure sword.

As everyone knows, the same sword is used, but because each person has different understandings and perceptions of the sword, the swords will not be the same. Therefore, the swords left after each sword attack will be different.

The swordsmanship of the savage bulls is somewhat similar to those of the swordsmen, but they are obviously different. The sword of Qin ink is chilly and fierce, and the faintness of the sword is also revealing the power of lightning.

The old man of the black bones had some words at the moment, but he had let go of Qin Mo, but he was not reconciled. He glanced at the forest in front of him, and then looked at the faceless blue blood, and the black bones were secretly hypocritical. Turning slightly, he gestured to the person behind him.

The man thought about it and immediately stepped forward and pointed at Qin Mo’s anger and said: “Is it the same to kill and kill animals? You rarely fool us.”

He said that this is far-fetched, but at this moment no one accuses him. After all, it is a magic repair, and he is unwilling to help Qin Mo. The surrounding atmosphere was a bit stagnant at the moment, only Lin Zi’s face was smiling, and his relaxed appearance did not seem to put everything in front of him.

In the eyes.

"Is it?" Qin Mo looked up and looked at the man in front of him. His lips whispered and said coldly. "Then try it."

The voice fell, and the sword in the hand waved again, and the shot fell on the man. This sword is much more than the previous one. When everyone reacts, they see the lavender light that completely envelops the man.

When the light was scattered, they could see the scene inside. The man who had previously talked stood in the same place intact, but he was directly shattered under the sword of Qin Mo, and he was standing barefoot.

The man looked pale, with a cool breeze blowing, no clothing to cover, he only felt cold hands and feet, this cool has been cool to the bottom of my heart. At that moment, he thought he was dead.

He looked at the delicate but extraordinarily cold man and put away his long sword. He asked casually: "How?" He was stiff and couldn't say a word.

"Oh, don't look at it, so as not to taint the master's eyes." Lin Zi's figure suddenly moved, blocking Qin Mo from looking at the bare-boned man's line of sight, saying in disgust. At the same time, his right hand was behind his back, his fingertips trembled, and a red light shot into the man's chest behind him.

"Well." Qin Mo blinked and gently responded.

When he was hit by Lin Zikai, the man turned red and spit out a blood. His body swayed, but he did not dare to speak. He left the place with his feet.

Others have bowed their heads and did not see this scene. After all, Lin Zikai is different from Qin Mo. Even if he kills the man at this moment, no one dares to say anything more.

Lin Ziyan turned his eyes and looked at the old man with black bones. The old man of the black bone only felt a strong pressure directly attacking him. The movement could not add pain to his body. The expression on his face was unchanged, and only the sea of ​​thoughts was set off in the heart. This is what the forest is, and the strength is so unpredictable.

"I believe that the blood palace master can find out this, we will leave here first." Lin Ziyi was satisfied with a smile, then swept over the blood, and said.

After saying this, everyone looked at it and took Qin Mo’s hand and left the animal house. Without the command of the palace, under the pressure of Lin Ziwei, the surrounding magic repairs could only watch Qin ink leave.

The sleeves of the blue blood were tightly held in the sleeves, but the face was a bit of a smile. The temperature and the words said: "That is natural."

"Blue blood, why do you want to care for a little ghost everywhere? Even if he is strong and strong, how can we not get the four of us together?" They watched the two people swaying away from here, and have not recovered the free black bones. The old man was dull and his voice was full of dissatisfaction.

The blue blood eyes were slightly stunned, and the eyes turned to the void. After a long time, I faintly said: "He is the background..."

In the distance, Qin Mo rightly moved, and wanted to get rid of the shackles of the forest, but found that his palm was tightly held by the woods, and he could not get it.

"Let's let go." Looking at the place where the two hands crossed, Qin Mo licked his lips and said coldly.

"Master, your hand is very warm." Lin Zixiao smiled and did not loosen the Qin ink hand, but held tight. He knows that although the master is very cold, he will be soft.

Looking at the forest, his eyes widened and stared straight at him. The darkness was clear and the inside was full of himself. Somehow, Qin Mo actually remembered the kiss that the former Linzi had fallen into his mouth. At that time, he also had this expression.

Lin Zikai's eyes bent, and there was a flash of light in his eyes: "Master, just the old black bone is so fierce. I am scared, can I sleep with you tonight?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Mo breathed a stagnation, and immediately turned his head, no longer said anything, only a lot of speed under his feet.

Behind him, Lin Zi’s mouth curled up and he smiled very openly.

Everyone couldn't see the corner. Wen Qing stood against the wall. There was a sly smile on his face. He snorted and whispered: "It's really interesting."

The author has something to say: Lin Zikai, he finally learned to spoil the skills of selling Meng, but congratulations ~\\/~

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