"Grandpa Mo, are you okay?" In a cave, a teenage boy asked the old man covered in blood next to him with a crying voice. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The old man was dressed in white, but at the moment he was stained with blood, and if it was under normal circumstances, he would have died a long time ago, but the old man who was called Grandpa Mo by the young man was still very strong, and he really didn't know where the will came from.

"Baby, don't cry, Grandpa Mo is fine! Grandpa Mo will take you on, you can't delay, delay for a while, the enemy will catch up." Grandpa Mo spoke, but intermittently, and after a pause, he continued to speak, obviously lacking his strength.

"Grandpa Mo, rest for a while, you've been running around for a day and a night, and if you run any longer, you won't be able to stand it. The young man put down the urn that had just been filled with water for Grandpa Mo to drink, and pressed Grandpa Mo to prevent him from getting up.

"Baby, Grandpa Mo is fine, this little injury on his body is not enough to worry about his teeth, I want to think that Grandpa Mo was going to catch the beast in the deep mountains and kick the water monster Daze is not much more difficult now, so it is okay for your Grandpa Mo to hurry. Baby, hurry up, hurry up. Grandpa Mo stopped the boy's actions and took the boy along the mountain road to continue running.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the "rustle" of people through the leaves sounded, obviously someone had come, and the first person was a brown-haired cultivator.

The brown-haired cultivator walked into the cave with his subordinates, looked at it, squatted down and saw the droplets of water left on the ground, and hurriedly got up and said, "People can't go far, chase quickly, this time you must cut the grass and eradicate the roots." "Continue the chase with his men.

"Run! Escape!" On the bank of the river, on the beach, a group of people surrounded the old man and the young man, the old man was covered in blood and half knelt on the ground, but he was still vigilant against a large number of people around him, and the young man was covered with blood, his arms were propped up, ready to fight again.

"A bunch of devils! You will not die well. The old man cursed.

"Old thing, when you are dying, you will still have a hard mouth, and you will know what it means to be unable to survive, and you must not be able to die. The brown-haired old man said viciously.

"Haha!"

The old man suddenly laughed and said, "You call me an old thing, aren't you? They are all rubbish that is about to enter the earth, and it is not certain who will die first! Maybe you will go down like the corpses on the ground, and soon go to them for company." ”

"Haha!" the old man kept laughing,

"Haha!"

"Ahem!" But because the injury was too severe, the ridicule involved the wound, causing a cough to come out, and a large piece of blood came out of a mouthful.

"You're looking for death!" said the brown-haired old man angrily. "After a while, I caught you, I won't kill you first, first grab the doll next to you, torture you to death in front of you, and then send you back to the Western Heavens, so that you can see the end of offending me. ”

"Then you can try!" The old man's face was gloomy, and he simply didn't talk nonsense, and challenged directly, so far, any words are nonsense, and in the end it is still a fight.

After speaking, the two sides were tense, only who would strike first, and the old man secretly mobilized his true qi, and glanced at the brown-haired old man opposite, and he had already asked for a blow. And this old man and young man are the babies in Grandpa Mo's mouth.

The brown-haired old man made the first move, and dozens of soil pillars broke out on the ground in an instant, and each soil pillar was connected to each other, dusty, and the sky was full of air, and seeing the old and young people on the opposite side being trapped, the brown-haired old man immediately led everyone to rush in.

Although Grandpa Mo and the young man had already seen the methods of the pursuer, they still didn't dodge the first time, the old man was hit by the earth pillar and floated into the sky, while the young man was stunned by the earth waves, and he couldn't stand with the earth waves, and the situation was critical for a while.

Since the earth wave is the home field of the brown-haired old man, as soon as the brown-haired old man rushed into the soil wave, he immediately found the figure of the old man opposite, who was falling sharply in the air, and the brown-haired old man fought with a sword in his hand, with a hideous face, and rushed straight over, wanting to wave the old man into two. Seeing the approach, he suddenly felt the danger, and hurriedly turned around, a flying knife swept by, wiped the brown-haired old man's clothes, and cut a big hole, and then countless flying knives attacked, the brown-haired old man dodged left and right, narrowly dodging those seeping flying knives, but he couldn't stop those flying knives from cutting through his clothes. And the brown-haired old man has the strength to dodge the flying knife, but his subordinates are miserable, many people come in and there is nothing to do, they are swept by countless sword flying shadows, turned into countless parts, and after the flying knife sweeps, countless subordinates who were still alive before, only a few people survived, and they were injured one by one, and some were dying, and they were about to hit the last blow.

Before the brown-haired old man could catch his breath, the old man struck with a knife, and saw the simple and unpretentious Diandao, a simple blow, without the slightest fluctuation of true qi, but the brown-haired old man had a feeling that he couldn't bear to live, and suddenly shouted, frightened and hurriedly retreated, and hurriedly sacrificed dozens of earth pillars to block, but it didn't work at all, the closer the Diandao got closer, the more the brown-haired old man felt dangerous, the Diandao did not have the slightest killing intent, but he felt full of killing intent, like a killing god rushing out of hell, and there was nothing to resist.

The brown-haired old man's face was as dead as ashes, completely at a loss, looking blankly at the Diandao that was getting closer and closer, and gave up all resistance in despair.

"Stop! One step forward, I'll kill a little rabbit cub. Suddenly, a hoarse voice came from behind. The old man hurriedly turned his head and saw that the baby was kidnapped in the hands of a man in black, who was obviously a subordinate of the brown-haired old man opposite.

The old man hurriedly stopped his momentum and hurriedly retreated, the brown-haired old man had already given up hope, but when he heard the voice of his subordinates and saw the old man on the opposite side retreating, he was ecstatic in his heart, and hurriedly attacked, and the five fingers of his palms were together, shooting out five black gases, while the old man was in the stage where the old force had not gone to the new force and had not been born, how to resist?

"Ahh The old man had already been injured before, but in order to eliminate the pursuers, he obviously put a big move, but he didn't kill everyone, and then he put up the last bit of strength on his body and wanted to kill the brown-haired old man with one blow, but in order to save the baby was broken, the imperative move was forcibly suspended, and he would inevitably suffer a strong backlash, and the brown-haired old man on the opposite side took the opportunity to attack, and the old man, who was already overwhelmed, was finally unable to fight again.

The old man felt that the remaining black qi in his body was eroding his body, and the already empty true qi could not resist it at all, and the black qi was expanding along the muscles, eroding more muscles.

"You let my baby go! The old man said with a pleading, "Poof!" and couldn't help but highlight a mouthful of black blood.

"Grandpa Mo! don't!" the boy was stopped, but he cried and shouted.

"Haha! You are soft when you catch this little cub?, why aren't you as strong as you were just now?" said the brown-haired old man viciously, obviously angry at the man who had almost killed the other man just now.

"Ahem!" the old man coughed, "If I hadn't been able to refine the Ancestral Sword Drawing Technique, how could I have allowed you to run rampant here?" "Ahem!" The old man spat out another mouthful of blood.

"Haha, what if I'm going crazy?" the brown-haired old man laughed.

"But you are on your knees begging for mercy, and I would consider letting that little cub go? What do you think?" said the brown-haired old man, whose eyes rolled for a moment.

"Is that true?" the old man hurriedly asked.

"You're all dying, and I can't lie to you?"

"Don't Grandpa Mo! Don't Grandpa Mo! Don't believe their nonsense!" the boy cried and stopped there.

"Baby, you still have a lot of grades, you have to live well! Grandpa Mo has a lot of years to live, and he doesn't care about anything!" the old man put down the knife in his hand and said to the young man. Obviously, the old man's endless love for the young man made him willing to believe the words of the wicked man opposite, willing to believe that he could grasp this last straw, and he was willing to gamble for the sake of the young man.

"Please let my baby go!" The old man knelt on the ground with his legs and kowtowed, and kept coughing up blood, staining the ground red.

"Haha!" the brown-haired old man laughed, "you really believe my words and let that little cub go? You're in a trance! Tell you, we hunt you down mainly to hunt down this little cub, how can I let you go?"

"Haha!" the brown-haired old man couldn't help laughing.

"You!" the old man was furious and was about to get up, but the brown-haired old man stomped on the ground fiercely.

"You let me go of Grandpa Mo, otherwise I won't be polite. The boy saw his dear Grandpa Mo being trampled on the ground, stopped crying, and suddenly shouted.

"You're welcome? The brown-haired old man disdained when he heard the young man's words, and stepped on the old man viciously again.

"Don't force me to ......," the young man's crystal eyes came out with murderous intent in his eyes.

"It's okay to force you, I want to see what happens to you, what can you do? Didn't they all end up dying with that stinky old man. The monk who had grabbed the boy let go of the boy's sneer.

"Baby, calm down! Don't do stupid things. The old man obviously guessed what the young man was going to do, and hurriedly persuaded him.

"Grandpa Mo, don't persuade us, we can't get out no matter what, it's better to die a heroic death than to steal a death!"

"Don't!

But the young man no longer listened to his grandfather Mo, and stood in place, his eyes closed, and he stood upright with bated breath.

Suddenly, the big sleeves of the young man's robe were windless, and the true qi that had already been exhausted in the escape overflowed the young man's body and was about to spread outside. At this moment, the young man was like a god in the sky, and the young man's cultivation skyrocketed as his true qi raged, his eyes opened, and his originally weak eyes were full of fierce aura.

"Don't! don't!" the old man cried out anxiously.

"Stop him! Stop him......!" the brown-haired old man felt faintly uneasy when he saw the young man who had skyrocketed in cultivation, and hurriedly shouted to his subordinates behind him to stop him.

Unexpectedly, before the brown-haired old man's voice was finished, the young man's body burst into golden light, and his eyes were even more far-reaching and long, and he slowly said word by word: "Reincarnation." ”

As soon as the young man's words were finished, all the golden light rushed out of his body, and the true qi in his body was also rapidly squandered. The golden light swept towards everyone, and all the cultivators who were swept felt that the vitality in their bodies was passing rapidly, and the cultivation was even more descending, everyone screamed suddenly, their pupils were hideous, they knelt on the ground and screamed wildly, their skin was slowly wrinkled, and they were aging at a speed visible to the naked eye. And the brown-haired old man was even more miserable, all the muscles began to slowly peel off and dissolve, little by little, and finally turned into a piece of blood and bones, I don't know if it was because of the highest cultivation or because of the teenager's crazy revenge on him.

"Hehe! You're finally dead!" the young man's hoarse voice shouted, as if he was crazy, but he had already changed from a graceful young man to a dying old man, and the reincarnation of the past couldn't help but take away the vitality of the enemy and his own youth.

With the loss of the boy's strength, he fell to the ground with a bang, not knowing life and death, only the wail of Grandpa Mo in the boy's mouth remained.

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