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The lifeless body of the desolate god fell to the snow, making a muffled sound, and also crushed the last trace of battle intent in He Ming's heart.

After all, Mo Jun over there had already killed Cyra, and he would soon be able to free his hand. Even if you can't intervene, you can keep Weiss from missing out in the battle with He Daoren. In this case, He Ming would have no point in fighting at all - the prey was robbed, the number of enemies was superior, and if his physical exertion dragged on, he would definitely be crushed by the two people on the opposite side in turn.

Thinking of this, He Daoren had already made up his mind to retreat, and the cold glow of the spirit sword in his hand repelled the attacking Weisi.

"What, you want to leave?" Mo Jun, who was in the town next to him, saw that the situation had changed, and silently approached He Ming, who coughed dryly twice and said, "I lost today, and I will definitely fight with the two of you alone again in the future." ”

He Daoren accentuated the word 'alone', and Weiss didn't pay attention to it - in fact, she was the one who consumed the most, don't look at He Daoren's attitude of bowing down to the wind now, but only Weisi, who had personally fought against him, knew how powerful this trialist dressed in sky blue Dao robes was. In terms of swordsmanship, He Ming can be compared with Weisi, in terms of exercises, He Ming's strong spiritual power is not comparable to Weisi's vitality, not to mention that He Daoren still has a spirit stone in his hand that can restore spiritual power. Weiss leaned lightly on Mo Jun at this time, barely allowing her face to show weakness.

That's the shortcoming of Weis: she can't fight a long game. Judging from the data, Weisi, who has cultivated Yuan Qi for many years, has 80 Yuan Qi, while Mo Jun, who has just opened up Yuan Qi, has a total of 120 Yuan Qi points at the beginning.

"I'm afraid your teammates are not tired, do you have to stop me?" glanced at Weiss with fear, although he didn't know where the girl's physical strength limit was, and He Daoren didn't dare to make it big - in case people were really as lively as they appeared to have a mixed doubles, he would be the one who played with his life.

With a subtle glance in Mo Jun's eyes, he sensed Weith's current state from the information of the followers in the terminal - as He Ming said, the girl really needs to rest now. But wouldn't it be too bad to let anyone go like this? Mo Jun thought about it, and after pondering for a while, he said: "Since this is the case, then you take me a move, as long as you can take it, I will let you go." ”

"What a big breath. He Ming had never seen anyone who spoke to him in such a tone except for his master, and laughed angrily: "Okay, I want to see what arrogant capital you have." "Anyway, He Daoren's luck spiritual power, patted his waist and touched out a few spiritual runes to bless his body: he is proud, but he is not a fool, this kind of occasion is obviously to open a big move, he has to reveal some life-saving hole cards.

Mo Jun watched all kinds of spiritual light flashes on He Daoren's body like this, and finally, when the sharp aura of the sword also appeared on the field, he finally couldn't help but speak: "I said it's almost okay, how can there be such a thing as you, it stands to reason that you shouldn't just stand up and take a move from me?"

"Hmph, it's useless to talk too much, come on!" He Ming's face was not a little embarrassed, his face was serious, and he had an expression of 'you come to beat me'.

Mo Jun rolled his eyes, and suddenly felt that if Idric was here, he must have a common language with He Daoren. Seeing that He Ming was ready, Mo Jun didn't say much, he took something out of the pocket of his cloak and held it tightly in his hand, and...

Inky flames burst out.

He Daoren looked at the flame of deconstruction in Mo Jun's hand and wondered: it was not that he had never seen Mo Jun's external image power, and he had also personally experienced this powerful and domineering energy. Although his sword was able to restrain him, even he was shocked by the potential contained in it. But at the end of the day, the power of this inky flame is quite average, and it doesn't seem to be enough to use as a killer feature.

Mo Jun didn't see the confusion on He Ming's face, and all his energy now was focused on the inky flame in his left hand. Only he knew that he had added some special 'fuel' to the external power he was using, and now, it was the first step of the ink-colored flame under the impetus of the new 'fuel'.

Gollum... Gollum...

The already inky black flames seemed to become more intense, and the appearance changed from the initial flames to more like a mixture of liquid and gas, and when there was a rumbling sound in it, He Daoren finally realized that something was wrong.

"This isn't the kind of flame he's ever used! There is also a huge 'thought', what did he do?!" He Daoren followed Mo Jun's gaze at this time, and his gaze fell into the nascent ink-colored energy mass (which can no longer be called a flame), and he muttered to himself, as if he had seen some incredible phenomenon.

"Jun... Do you want to use that trick now?" the girl hid in the distance at some point, because she knew that Mo Jun's next attack would not be able to withstand the vitality and shield on her body. There was a hint of worry on the girl's tired pretty face... with pride.

Finally, the ink-colored energy changed back into a flame form under the control of Mo Jun's mind, and compared to the original flame of deconstruction, the flame that was now quietly suspended in Mo Jun's palm was more pure, more perfect, and more vicious. As the bearer of this attack, He Daoren bore the brunt of the tremendous power contained in it, and now his arms trembled slightly, and his back was cold—it was actually during this time that cold sweat covered his body.

"Whew... It's finally done. Mo Jun was also covered in sweat, but he didn't have the heart to wipe them one by one now, but raised his arm carrying the ink-colored flame stiffly, and whispered in the direction of He Daoren: "Absolute flame, go." ”

Mo Jun and He Ming watched as the ink-colored flame slowly left their palms, and the former sat down on the snow in collapse after releasing this incomprehensible blow, not caring at all that He Daoren would take the opportunity to sneak attack him.

In fact, He Ming didn't have the heart to look for Mo Jun's stubble now, and he was horrified to find that although the ink-colored flame was moving slowly, he couldn't dodge it—or rather, he couldn't dodge. Even though He Ming rolled and pounced regardless of his image, the distance between the inky flames and him was still gradually shrinking.

He Ming had only encountered this situation in the attack of one person, and that was his master, the fourth elder of the [Tianxuan] battle group, known as Lin Tingtao, who was known as the [Sophist Daoist]. But at this time, He Ming felt this suffocating feeling again in this killing mission where low-level trialists gathered.

"Impossible! He can't have such a powerful 'mind'!" He Daoren continued to roar in his heart, facing the inky flame that was approaching step by step, his teeth tightened, gathered all the sword rays on his arms, and then rushed directly towards the slowly burning ink-colored flame with a fierce momentum.

At this time, there are only two words in He Daoren's heart: fight!

Mo Jun and Wei Si, who were watching the battle from the sidelines, saw He Daoren's dazzling sword light collide with the ink-colored flame, and after a short delay between the two things with great difference in volume, the 'petite' ink-colored flame sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, directly wrapping He Ming and the people with the sword, as if they were going to swallow it in one gulp.

"It's okay, except for the consumption is a little bigger, and the charging time is a little longer. Mo Jun came to Weisi's side, looked at the humanoid flame in the distance with the girl, and said, "But you definitely can't kill that He Daoren, and it is possible to be seriously injured." ”

"Hmm. Weis's already fair face was a little pale at this time, this was the sequelae of excessive power consumption, the girl thought for a while, and said: "This He Dao has a very solid foundation, and there are a lot of chaotic spells and magic weapons on his body, I am afraid that his injuries are much lighter than imagined." ”

Hearing this, Mo Jun nodded. In fact, this is also the first time he has used this combat skill in actual combat - the last of the four-element combat skills, the Absolute Flame.

The energy flame formed by decomposing something and directly adding it to the Flame of Deconstruction as a catalytic component of the external image force is more destructive, corrosive and adhesive than the original Flame of Deconstruction, and its own 'thoughts' can make it difficult for people who are locked by Mojun to dodge attacks, and when converted into equipment attributes, it is 'hit +100'.

Suddenly, Mo Jun's expression moved, and his eyelids involuntarily picked.

"What's wrong?"

"That guy..."Mo Jun smiled bitterly and said, "I ran away while I was talking." ”

But no, when the inky flame burned out, there was still half a figure inside.

In this situation, Mo Jun and Weisi looked at each other and found that each other had strange expressions and couldn't laugh or cry.

"I thought that this He Daoren was a high-minded and arrogant person, and he would definitely come to me hard, but I didn't expect..."

The girl took over: "I didn't expect him to run away without thinking about it, right?" ”

Nodding, Mo Jun looked at the corpse of the Aragami in the distance and said, "You rest first, I'll go and clean up the things dropped by this leader-level demonic beast, so as not to go wrong again." ”

...

Central area, in a camp.

"Boss, all the brothers in our guild are here. A trialist wearing leather armor mixed equipment nodded and reported the situation to Tu Hao, and after this [Slayer] Guild Young Master-level task glanced around, he frowned and said fiercely: "Plus why are you only four people, and there are two?"

The trialist was so frightened by his master that he replied in a panic: "Was... Killed. ”

"Nonsense! I'm asking how they died, and in whose hands did they die!"

"It's... It's the team you fancy that the tank is waiting for, although they are not very strong, but with the tank, they left two brothers behind. ”

When Tu Hao heard this, his ruthlessness was as obvious as his scarlet hair, the [Slaughterer] Guild has always been a good hand at bullying the weak with more and the weaker, these guys must have seen that the other party had fewer people than their own, thinking that they could take them all, but because of a tank, they failed.

The word tank! made Tu Hao calm down a lot, and after thinking for a moment, he said softly: "Since you said that you already have a team, then you can kill all of your team."

Shaking his head, Tu Hao turned his mind and took out the question he was most concerned about: "Is there a trace of a thousand dreams?"

"This... It's not that we don't care, if [Princess Mei] wants to hide, she will definitely not let others find out..."When the little brother heard Tu Hao's question, his flattering color instantly turned into a wry smile.

"Well, you go and rest first. Tu Hao waved his hand, signaling that he wanted to be alone for a while, and when he was the only one left on the scene, Tu Hao clenched his fists, and his self-talk full of anger echoed in this space.

"Hmph, anyway, all the trialists are going to come here in the end, just take advantage of this killing mission to let you, the [Charm Princess], admit in front of everyone that I, Tu Hao, am the man worthy of you!

"If I can't get it, no one else will want to get half a point!"

(Well, this volume is about to start a decisive battle, and thanks to He Daoren's friendship to star in S)