On the snowfield, which is as pure as Xuanbai paper, there is an abruptly colored 'dot' walking in the snow, and a azure robe is stained with snow particles fluttering in the wind, and it seems that this person seems to have something to worry about.

A striking black line was 'pulled' out on the white and flawless snowfield, and under the unremitting gallop, the male trialist dressed as a Taoist finally stopped in front of an inconspicuous hole, although he sensed that the familiar aura was in it, but he didn't dare to swagger in like this, fortunately, as a trialist of cultivation and strengthening, all kinds of magic weapons and summoned beasts were always indispensable. Tearing off a piece of yellow paper outlined in red characters from the inside of the robe, the Taoist recited it softly.

"Tendig. ”

At the sound of an order, the spirit rune turned into a small beast with snow-white fur in the blink of an eye, and its cute appearance like a rabbit and its faint breath all indicated that this was an ornamental spirit beast with no combat ability. But it is indeed best for Taoists to use it to explore their way at this time.

Driven by the divine thought, the little beast shook its furry ears and jumped away on the snow, and its direction was the mouth of the dark cave. Although the self-sustaining strength is high, the Taoist knows that this killing mission is different from the past, the son of the [Slaughterer] wargroup is pursuing the [Charm Princess] Dance Thousand Dreams, as long as it is not the kind of little white trialist who doesn't go to the tavern once, but no one expected that this Tu Hao actually chased all the way to the killing mission-what about the pit father! Everyone has entered the task scene with a very high risk factor of the killing mission, and this Tu Hao still doesn't understand the mind of the [Charm Princess]?!

Although the love between the two well-known people is not related to the low-level trialists, but now the trialists who participated in this killing mission are all scolding in their hearts: the already small return quota plus these two people who can be said to return is simply worse. The trialists who participated in the killing mission for various reasons already had extremely fierce competition, and the addition of Tu Hao and Wu Qianmeng lowered everyone's chances of survival by a few points.

Thinking of this, the Taoist took a deep breath in the cold air, and the emotions in his heart calmed down.

Originally, the Taoist brought his junior disciple to join the killing mission for the purpose of training, and with his strength much higher than the rest of the low-level trialists, the two thought that they could survive this mission without danger, but the separation caused by random teleportation from the beginning made the Taoist really worried about the safety of his junior brother: it was not because of true feelings, but because of his own master, that is, an elder of the war group, he valued this disciple who had just been admitted to the sect very much, if there was an accident... The Taoist shuddered and no longer thought about some 'unlucky' things, but at this moment, there was a sudden pain in the spiritual sea.

The summoned spirit beast has been killed!

Almost at the moment when this conclusion was reached, the Taoist patted the storage bag on his waist, only to see the blue light blooming, and several small and delicate short swords suspended behind the Taoist out of thin air, with his decent Taoist robe, quite a bit of the sword cultivation style of the fairy wind Dao bones.

"Who?!" The Taoist released the spirit beast, which was already a move to startle the snake, and exposed himself while detecting the trap. However, with the cultivation of the Dan period, the Taoist is self-sustaining and strong, and he also disdains to do some things to steal chickens and dogs and take advantage of the chaos of the yin people.

But soon, the Daoist's breezy expression froze, and he took on a serious look: an unfamiliar young man's voice sounded from behind him, and the Daoist himself didn't even notice how he had come behind him.

"What, that rabbit just now was yours?" Mo Jun looked at the Taoist who was like a great enemy, wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his cloak, and said with a smile: "It tastes good, do you want a rabbit leg, it has just been baked." ”

The Taoist has seen more trialists, and there are many trialists under his hands, but the person who can greet himself with a smile and ask if he wants to come to the rabbit leg in such a serious task has really never seen it. After choking on Mo Jun's words for two seconds, the Daoist's face turned straight, and a thick voice came out of his mouth: "I am a member of the [Tianxuan] battle group, He Ming. I didn't come here to fight this time, but have you ever seen a trialist dressed in Dao robes like me?"

With a secret snort, Mo Jun raised his eyebrows, but the expression on his face did not change at all: "What if I haven't seen it?"

"Impossible!" Who knew that He Daoren snorted coldly, and a trace of mockery appeared on his tense face: "You have the residual spiritual power on my junior brother's weapon, and it is very strong. Either you had contact with my brother and were hit by him and left a wound, or... Where's my brother?!"

Damn, there is GPS on this weapon! Mo Jun remembered the dark blue giant sword behind his back, and then he understood why he had just stepped into this area, and this He Dao person pounced like a wolf that asked about the smell of meat. The current situation is full of gunpowder, maybe the moment Mo Jun tells the truth, this He Dao person will immediately burst out.

"You're talking about Xu Zirui. After pondering for a while, Mo Jun skillfully showed a standard smile and said, "I fought with him in another area, but the two of us are of equal strength, and neither of them can help the other, so they left after a big battle." If you want to find him, go to the area over there, and you might even be able to meet him. ”

While speaking, He Daoren kept staring at Mo Jun's eyes, but how could this kind of observation take effect on Mo Jun - the latter was also a company employee who was familiar with people and worldly affairs, and how not to show his feet when telling lies was Mo Jun's proud skill. After a while, He Daoren really nodded, and did not notice that Mo Jun's expression was half different, he immediately glared at the latter, and was about to turn around and leave with the spirit sword behind him, Mo Jun saw this and hooked the corners of his mouth, secretly saying Such a good opportunity, how could Tina let it go.

Bang ——!

It was like a loud roar that sounded directly in the ears and temporarily turned everyone's ears into a buzzing ornament. Mo Jun rubbed his temples, and the sound of Tina's sniper rifle grew louder and louder. Of course, this is also true - when equipped with purple quality magazines, the Sniper Rifle's ammo becomes a half-matter, half-energy attack, and its attached lightning attribute makes all low-level capacitive shields as fragile as pieces of paper. After losing a charged shield, the enemy has only one fate - death.

However, He Daoren was not dead, and even the purple sniper bullets fired out of thin air did not touch three meters outside his body at all.

The bullet, cut in half by an unknown sharp attack, sank diagonally into the snow, leaving only two deep snow caves. Tina's first blow after the shotgun was changed was so cleanly cracked that it didn't have any effect.

"Hmph, it looks like you're toasting and not eating and drinking. He Daoren, who was already suppressing a burst of anger, immediately shouted angrily, and his momentum was high, and his azure Dao robe was windless. But seeing the four short swords behind him flash, they were waved by He Daoren out of thin air and flew towards Mo Jun like an arm command.

Mo Jun narrowly dodged a spirit sword that attacked him sideways, but then the spirit swords that came one after another made him have to bite the bullet and pull out a two-handed giant sword from behind his back.

"Sure enough, it's in your hands!!" Seeing that his junior brother's weapon appeared in the enemy's hands, even a fool knew that Xu Zirui was more than lucky. Leaving behind the sadness of the rabbit and the fox, He Daoren now has to fight with Mo Jun, if he can kill the murderer of Xu Zirui, he can give an explanation to the master after he returns to the battle group.

As soon as the dark blue came out, Mo Jun danced the giant sword to resist the attack of the short sword, but after thinking of the master's punishment, He Daoren also used it with all his might. As the pale cyan spiritual power surged, all the spirit swords in the air extended out of a translucent 'sword body' that was at least half a meter long.

Sword Mang!

For a moment, the icy and snowy land seemed to be scraped by countless sharp air blades, revealing the dark soil, and the sword pointed directly at Mo Jun in the vertical and horizontal directions. Although the latter has not been involved in the knowledge of cultivating the truth, he also knows from the changes in the environment that he can no longer be hard-wired with the attack of He Daoren. Tong Yuan stepped forward, trying to use his mobility to stall for time, so that Tina could find an opportunity to shoot again—as long as he could temporarily restrain He Daoren, Mo Jun would be able to output tons of damage in a short period of time.

Bang ————!

Although it was not as abrupt as the previous shot, Tina, who was hiding in the shadows, still found a gap in He Daoren and shot the deadly bullet out. But the latter didn't blink, allowing the devastating attack to come at him.

Wow –

I hadn't noticed it before because of the tinnitus, but this time Mo Jun finally heard a small beeping sound in the roar, like the friction of the sword body cutting through the air at high speed, and like the sound of drawing a sword when the blade was unsheathed.

The familiar scene was played out again, this time, the potholes in the snow became four.

As if sensing Mo Jun's incredulous gaze, He Daoren saw that the advantage was in favor of him, and he also said jokingly: "Hmph, I have a sword to protect the body, if your teammate hiding on the side only has this ability, it is better to save some strength and run away quickly." ”

"Xu Zirui was as bad as you before he died, and then he died. Mo Jun narrowed his eyes and replied rhetorically, answering him was He Daoren's more fierce offensive under his anger. Although the battle between the two was fierce, one had a sword protector and the other also had a shield generator as a means of defense, but no one could help anyone. But how could He Daoren be so proud if he didn't have a few brushes? Just when Mo Jun's footsteps were spinning, and the number of spirit swords in the secret path was a little wrong, He Daoren snorted coldly and quickly pinched the mark with both hands, and the speed was so fast that it even brought up a trace of phantom.

The four spirit swords were inserted in the soil in a square shape at some point, surrounding Mo Jun inside.

"The four spirits are one, and the heavens and the earth are connected. Chixuan Yang Thunder, Daoming Sword Array!"

(In the future, it is estimated that it will be late because the manuscript is used up........ Mr. Cat tries to avoid breaking the change)