Behind the magic vending machine, Ning Ye was a little relieved to see Ai Lu walking away, and then glanced at Mo Lun. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At this time, Mo Lun was undoubtedly extremely angry, and he deprived Ning Ye of all his senses without thinking about it.

And at this time, Mo Lun no longer retreated, but directly chose to make a move, intending to deal with Ning Ye first and then deal with Ailu.

Although he didn't want to fight with Ning Ye too early, he was repeatedly obstructed by Ning Ye, which completely ignited the anger in his heart.

"You give me death!" Above Morun's palm, a blood-red light lit up.

The red light is like blood, permeating the palm, vaguely giving people a feeling of murderous aura, making people almost dare not look directly.

Life deprivation!

Anyone who touches Moron with this hand will be deprived of their life and will become dead in an instant.

Morun's first mission goal was touched by him in this way, and he died without showing the slightest ability to fight back.

And just when Mo Lun's palm was about to touch Ning Ye, Ning Ye also raised his hand, and the thunder on his hand was all over it, blocking Mo Lun's palm.

It's instinct again!

Mo Lun gritted his teeth, wanting to break through Ning Ye's palm, but saw that the thunder in front of him was heavy and was constantly blocked.

On the surface of Ning Ye's palm, the layer of thunder protected Ning Ye's palm, so that Ning Ye would not touch Mo Lun's blood-red palm, and the two were at a stalemate for a while.

"Fifteenth, you didn't let me do the mission, is it really because the target was your goal before?" Mo Lun suddenly regained Ning Ye's sense of hearing and said.

"Or what do you think?" Ning Ye replied.

"Not necessarily, right? You seem to be a Chinese yourself. "Mo Lun is not stupid, based on Ning Ye's strange behavior, he seems to understand something.

Thinking of this, Mo Lun understood even more that if he wanted to complete the task, it seemed that he had to kill Ning Ye.

Wheel of Deprivation!

Moren suddenly retreated, and the blood-red light all over his body skyrocketed.

Blood-red circles of light appeared around Ning Ye's body, completely enveloping Ning Ye inside, leaving no gaps.

Immediately after, those apertures immediately shone out blood-red light one by one, and they fell down with a roar, and they were about to be reflected on Ning Ye's body.

This kind of light is reflected in it, and it will definitely have a very amazing effect. At least in Morun's memory, no one had survived his blow, and he believed that it could even have an effect on One.

At this moment, a figure appeared behind Morun.

It's another quiet night!

"Ning Ye" swung his frost sword and stabbed at Mo Lun without hesitation, the cold chill that made people's blood almost freeze and stop flowing.

"How is that possible?" Mo Lun immediately sensed the appearance of the second Ning Ye, Huo Ran turned around and fought back, his palm red like a drop of blood.

Could it be that unconsciously, Ning Ye actually created a fake clone and fell into his own siege, and the real body actually came behind him to attack?

When was this done?

Mo Lun didn't dare to be careless, and smashed the frost sword in front of him with one palm, and his palm slapped on "Ning Ye's" body one after another.

This "quiet night" shattered and turned into ice chips.

At the same time, Ning Ye, surrounded by several red circles of light behind him, was also shattered under the light of the red light, but soon many fragments floated out and reverted to Ning Ye's appearance.

Reunion of husband and wife after an enforced separation or rupture!

What appeared just now was just Ning Ye's fake body, and his real body was indeed surrounded by Mo Lun's magic, but it made Mo Lun distract from it.

Facing Mo Lun's back, the cold air in Ning Yezhen's hand swirled, condensing a frost long sword and stabbing it directly.

A low whistling sound was heard, the air was torn, and the sword went straight to Moron's vest.

Mo Lunjo turned around, and in an extremely dangerous situation, his hands were folded, and he grabbed the frost sword hard, and the whole hand was drenched in blood, and the sharp pain kept coming.

"Damn, how dare you hurt me?" Mo Lun was furious, and his eyes were full of resentment when he looked at Ning Ye.

"Not only will I hurt you, but I will kill you." Ning Ye's hand shook, and frost arms on his arms immediately appeared.

Although this trick has been used many times, the effect is undoubted, and every time it is used, it will have a significant effect.

Originally, it was one-to-one, but when this method is used, it is no longer one-to-one, but ten-to-one, or even hundred-to-one, and the effect is obvious.

Mo Lun only felt that he was under siege, and he had not yet recovered from the previous situation, and he was facing such an offensive, and he felt that the pressure had increased sharply.

"Fifteenth actually has this kind of strength?" Mo Lun's pupils contracted, and his whole body was lit up with blood-red light, and he violently shook out in all directions.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, all the swords that stabbed at him shattered, and all the arms shattered, and they no longer posed any threat to him.

"No, what about Fifteen's arm?" Morun suddenly tensed.

Because his shattered arms were obviously condensed from frost, and they weren't real arms at all.

So where did the real Ning Ye go?

Behind Mo Lun, a frost long sword seemed to have been waiting for a long time, and at this moment, it suddenly stabbed out, amazing and fast.

Moren turned again...... In a short period of time, he turned around, and his waist was about to be broken, but he couldn't help but turn.

"Fifteenth, your sneak attack is useless." With a blood-red glow in his hand, Morun directly deprived the stabbing frost sword of power and shattered it.

At the same time, the person in front of him was also shattered.

Not good!

Mo Lun's expression was a little stiff, and he couldn't imagine that this sneak attack, which seemed to have been prepared for a long time, was still fake, what was real?

Above the sky, another frost sword stabbed down.

But at this time, Moren had no time to dodge, and his remaining strength had been exhausted in a few turns, and he was unable to dodge at all.

"Poof!" The sword stabbed into Morun's head.

"Five, you're weaker than I thought." Ning Ye fell and appeared in front of Mo Lun, the long sword he drew was stained with blood, dripping drop by drop.

Mo Lun's eyes widened, he really couldn't believe that he had failed, and he had really lost to Ning Ye.

"What the hell is ...... What magic? After Morun finished the last sentence, he swallowed reluctantly.

His magic is very special, and it needs to be targeted to deprive the enemy of their magic to be the most effective.

However, Ning Ye's magic was too special for him, completely untargetable, completely impossible to deprive, and reduced his effect to the lowest point.

So he lost, he didn't accept it, he died, he didn't accept it.

But it's useless to disobey, Morun is dead after all, and he has become a loser after all.

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