Ghost King Mo San!

Just these four words made Meng Zhiyan's face change slightly. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

In the realm of the Martial King, there are not many people who have the title in Blackstone County.

And the ghost king Mo San, this is one of them.

The ghost king Mo San became famous for his killing methods, the scimitar like a crescent moon, which was extremely weird.

It is rumored that Mo San kills people, and he needs to drink a mouthful of blood.

Drink the blood of your enemies and nourish your own scimitar.

Over time, Mo San had the title of Ghost King.

Mo San is a fifth-level martial king, and he is only one step away from entering the realm of the martial emperor, but even if he is a first-level martial emperor, he is not willing to face Mo San.

Mo San is a madman, he is not only ruthless to the enemy, he is even more ruthless to himself.

In Mo San's eyes, there are only two kinds of people, one is the living and the other is the dead.

"Mo San, when did you follow Baili Zhanyou?" Meng Zhiyan knew that he would not escape, and couldn't help but ask.

Mo San shook his head and did not answer.

Although Dream Zhiyan is very beautiful, in Mo San's eyes, this is just a pair of skin.

"What other wishes do you have left unfulfilled?" Mo San didn't have a trace of emotion, and looked at the dream flue.

"I want to live, can you do it?" Meng Zhiyan also laughed and looked at Mo Sandao.

Mo San raised his head, there was no trace of emotion in his empty eyes, and he was silent for a moment before he said slowly: "I can promise you." ”

Dream stopped smoke and froze in place, a little incredulous.

She never thought that Mo San would actually agree to her request.

If it was her, she would have refused.

Baili Zhanyou laughed, his smile was evil.

"What, do you think what Mo San said is false?" Baili Zhanyou looked at the appearance of Meng Zhiyan and said with an evil smile.

Meng Zhiyan glanced at Baili Zhanyou with some disgust, was silent for a while, and turned to leave.

"Huh!"

A sound of breaking through the air came straight in.

It's a knife light!

Mo San's scimitar!

Meng Zhiyan's body flashed to the side, with a hint of solemnity in his eyes, and the thin sword in his hand was clenched.

Mo San is out of the knife!

Those who know Mo San know that Mo San's knife means that someone is going to die.

"You're honored, you're the first person who won't die since I went under the knife." There was a hint of indifference in Mo San's voice.

Meng Zhiyan's expression was even more solemn, he didn't know why Mo San did this, but he knew that Mo San must have his purpose in doing this.

"Senior Mo San, please leave her behind." Baili Zhanyou looked at Mo San, who was not moving, and couldn't help urging.

Mo San nodded, but there was an expression in his eyes when he looked at Meng Zhiyan.

That's apathy!

There was a hint of indifference in those empty eyes!

No one could have imagined that Mo San's temperament was so indifferent.

Swish!

The scimitar swung again, heading directly at Dream Stop's wrist.

He promised not to kill his dreams and stop smoking, but he didn't promise not to cut off her meridians.

Meng Zhiyan naturally saw Mo San's thoughts, the thin sword in her hand waved slightly, the thin sword trembled, and Meng Zhiyan's body jumped backwards and dodged directly.

Dream Zhiyan is a first-level martial king, and Mo San is a fifth-level martial king, compared to the realm, Mengzhiyan is too far worse than Mo San.

Meng Zhiyan has not yet become famous, others know that Meng Zhiyan, because Meng Zhiyan is the pavilion master of the East Pavilion of the Qingwei Tribe, but Mo San is different, Mo San is known as the ghost king, and everyone in Heishi County knows it.

When it comes to combat experience, Dream Zhiyan is far inferior to Mo San.

In this battle, it is only a matter of time before Dream Zhiyan will lose.

Mo San didn't care, if he hurt Meng Zhiyan with one blow, it would make him jealous.

Ringing bells!

The thin sword danced gently, like a crisp bell, constantly approaching Mo San.

Mo San didn't speak, he was laughing.

This rapier is a soft sword!

His own scimitar is fast, but the soft sword of Dream Smoke can change.

It seems, on weapons, they have fallen behind.

However, Dream Zhiyan didn't know herself, so she made a fatal mistake.

Sonorous!

The scimitar suddenly slashed, and the attack that originally seemed extremely strange was instantly broken by Mo San.

Meng Zhiyan's face remained unchanged, and the thin sword in her hand turned again, and the blade was straight and stabbed out.

Without the slightest trick, without the slightest weirdness, he went straight away.

Mo San stood in place, motionless.

He was waiting, waiting for the rapier to come close to him.

Brush!

An afterimage, Mo San actually disappeared!

Afterimage!

Meng Zhiyan found that his sword was actually piercing the air, his face changed greatly, and he wanted to leave.

But is it really that simple?

Of course not!

Sail!

Mo San kicked out directly, and Meng Zhiyan flew directly a few feet away.

In Mo San's eyes, there is no pity for the jade, and there is no woman.

In Mo San's eyes, there are only enemies, only opponents.

Mo San's world is very simple, either you die or I die.

However, in this battle, he will not kill his dreams and stop smoking, so when he fights, he will be tied.

Mo San walked towards Meng Zhiyan step by step, Meng Zhiyan's face remained unchanged, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

The thin sword in her hand was clenched, and there was a smile on her face.

This look made Mo San a little puzzled.

It is impossible for a dying person to have such an indifferent expression.

Unless... She has hole cards!

But what are her hole cards?

Mo San couldn't think of it.

Since he couldn't think of it, Mo San didn't think about it for a reason.

He can get the title of the ghost king, not only because of his amazing strength, but also because of his brain that is better than a ghost.

Looking at Meng Zhiyan's expression, Mo San suddenly became vigilant.

Although vigilant, he still slowly approached the dream to stop the smoke.

"Dream stop smoking, you don't have to do indifferent struggles, it's useless." Mo San said lightly.

"The willows are bright!" At this moment, Meng Zhiyan suddenly jumped up and waved the thin sword in his hand violently.

The blade of the sword flickered and flickered, like catkins, fluttering.

Mo San looked at this blow, and his empty eyes also showed a little more solemnity.

Yes, it is dignified!

He could feel the power of the blow, and even the destructive power of the move.

Sail!

The scimitar was like a silver moon, directly drawing a semicircle, and collided with the thin sword.

There was a loud bang, and Mo San and Meng Zhiyan were repulsed.

Of course, when Mo San was repulsed, he kicked the ground with both feet, dived, and rushed directly towards the dream smoke.

A trace of blood spilled from the corner of Dream Zhiyan's mouth, which was obviously the sequelae of being shaken away.

Before she could react, Mo San appeared in front of Meng Zhiyan.

Poof!

The sword light fell, and a stream of blood spurted out.

Yes!

Meng Zhiyan suddenly let out a howl of pain, his face was very pale, and a trace of cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

Her meridians are broken!

Her meridians were cut off by Mo San.

Dream Zhiyan's face was pale, and he endured pain that ordinary people couldn't bear.

"I promised that I wouldn't kill you, but what happened next would be more painful than killing you." Mo San's voice was still emotionless, he looked at Meng Zhiyan, and there was some sympathy in his eyes.

"If your last wish is for me to kill you, even if I give up this time to return the favor of a hundred miles of friends, I will kill you, but unfortunately you didn't." Mo San's voice was a little pitying, as if he felt sad for the dream to stop the smoke.

Meng Zhiyan didn't know why Mo San had such a look, and when she saw Baili Zhanyou not far away, she seemed to understand something.

"Baili Zhanyou, do you want to be an enemy of our Qingwei tribe?" Dream Zhiyan's voice was a little cold, and he pulled out the Blue Nightmare tribe.

"Hahaha!" Baili Zhanyou kept laughing.

Meng Zhiyan told him that the Blue Nightmare Tribe, does she have this qualification now?

She didn't!

The Great Elder of the Green Tribes is going to kill her, what qualifications does she have to say that the Green Tribes will stand up for her?

"Dream Pavilion Master, I'm sorry, Zhanyou's son has taken a fancy to you." At this time, Menglin walked slowly from a distance and looked at the Mengzhi flue.

Meng Zhiyan's face was a little ugly, and she understood all this now.

It's all a conspiracy, a conspiracy against oneself.

"Menglin, you actually betrayed the tribe!" There was a hint of indifference in the voice of Dream Zhiyan, and there was a hint of disdain in his expression.

"I didn't betray the tribe, I just want you to live rather than die." Meng Lin's voice carried a hint of excitement and anticipation.

Nightmare was killed by Jiang Zhen, and his heart was slowly distorted, so he also had to dream about smoking.

Meng Zhiyan didn't speak, she quietly looked at Meng Lin and Baili Zhanyou.

She couldn't escape this catastrophe.

"Mo San, you kill me." Looking at Mo San beside him, Meng Zhiyan couldn't help but speak.

Now the dream stopped smoking, the meridians were broken, she couldn't hold the sword, and she didn't even have a chance to commit suicide, so she could only ask Mo San.

Mo San shook his head.

If he kills Dream and stops smoking, he will not be able to repay the favor of Baili Zhanyou.

In order to stop the dream of smoking, Mo San couldn't come.

"Just because I owe you a favor." Dream stop flue.

Mo San shook his head again, looked at Meng Zhiyan's expression, and said with a trace of pity: "The favor of a dead man, I don't need Mo San." ”

After finishing speaking, Mo San lightly touched the ground and left directly outside.

He didn't want to stay here, since he had repaid Baili Zhanyou's favor, he had nothing to do with Baili Zhanyou.

Whether the dream stops smoking is dead or alive has nothing to do with him.

, Meng Zhiyan looked at Mo San who was leaving, but the corners of his mouth were a little bitter.

In the hands of Menglin and Baili Zhanyou, what will happen to her, will she not know?

From Baili Zhanyou's eyes, Meng Zhiyan saw that he had a strong possessiveness for himself, which made Meng Zhiyan very disgusted.

"Dream Pavilion Master, you didn't expect you to have such a day, did you?" Baili Zhanyou looked at Meng Zhiyan, and said with a hint of evil smile on the corner of his mouth.

Meng Zhiyan did not answer, tilted his head to the side, and remained silent.

"Don't worry, you are such a delicate woman, how can I let you be hurt?" Baili Zhanyou stretched out his hand and gently slid it down Meng Zhiyan's cheek.

"Zhanyou Gongzi, let's get out of here first, the aftermath of the battle just now will definitely attract some people." Meng Lin said with some vigilance.

Baili Zhanyou was silent for a moment, nodded, and directly picked up Meng Zhiyan with one hand and left outside.

Baili Zhanyou is not a fool, if he attracts people, he and Menglin will definitely be exposed, so it is the safest choice to leave here.

Meng Zhiyan watched herself being picked up by Baili Zhanyou and left directly, with a hint of anxiety in her expression, constantly struggling.

But is it useful to struggle?

Of course not!

However, in the midst of the struggle, a handkerchief fell to the ground in the sleeve of Dream Zhiyan's coat.