Master?

Able to be in the Ink Garden. There is only one person who calls him that, Dongbo. A member of the Mo family who watched him grow up, his father's brother.

Mo Baishan's body stiffened slightly, turned his head sharply, and said with some surprise: "Dongbo? How did you get here? ”

Dongbo is now almost eighty years old, and his face is full of wrinkles of time, faint age spots and vicissitudes, all of which tell of his old age. People, whether they are princes and generals, or peddlers and pawns, are just some skins. Under the erosion of time, it will slowly grow old, and then turn into a cup of loess!

Mo Baishan took the teacup, and with the other hand, he went to support Dongbo: "Didn't I already ask someone to send you to the Chu family?" Didn't you always want to meet Uncle Chu? How did you come back again? ”

Dongbo smiled slightly: "Of course I'm here to accompany you." You can rest assured, although Dongbo is old, he has not yet reached the point where he can't move, and he will not be a burden to you. ”

"That's not going to work, it's too dangerous here. I'll have you sent you away through the secret passage now! Mo Baishan's face sank slightly, and his tone was resolute.

Dong Bo smiled: "I promised my lord, if I want to protect you, I will naturally do it." If I die, and the lord asks me, I will not be able to answer him! ”

Mo Baishan shook his head slowly: "No." You have worked hard for my Mo family and for me all your life, I can't let you not even have a peaceful old age......"

Dongbo said stubbornly: "If you don't want to die in front of you, listen to me!" ”

Mo Baishan helped Dongbo to the side and sat down, put the tea in front of him, and frowned slightly. Dongbo indifferently picked up the tea, as if the fighting outside had never fallen into his ears at all.

"Sit down, this is your favorite drink, Huaile bean tea. I specially boiled it for you, you can taste it! As he spoke, he pushed the teacup to the side again.

Mo Baishan had no choice but to walk to the side and sit down, Dong Bo glanced at him, and a sigh flashed in his eyes. He could see that Mobai Mountain had been poisoned deeply, and he would not live long. This person, life and death, the length of luck and fortune are all fate!

The so-called struggle with the sky is just to deceive yourself. In fact, in the end, it is still fighting with others and fighting with yourself.

Mo Baishan had just picked up the tea and drank two sips when there was a sudden commotion at the door. Then, several bloodied figures broke in, and as soon as they entered the door, they fell to their knees.

"Giant!"

Mo Baishan put down the teacup, raised his eyes, and then his pupils shrank slightly: "Mo Dong? Something went wrong? ”

"Giant, Rimo, Rimo is finished! Messe and his brothers are dead, and we're all left! Mo Dong said with a crying voice.

Mo Baishan's body shook slightly, a cold flush surged on his face, and a trace of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Young Master......"

Mo Baishan raised his hand, swallowed back the blood that had reached his throat, and then said slowly: "Don't worry, at this time, I will never fall!" ”

His eyes were cold, and he was about to ask about the specific situation, when there was a sudden sound of killing outside, and screams broke out one after another.

Mo Baishan raised his head suddenly, stood up suddenly, and took two steps forward from the table and chair.

The masked men outside, like a pack of fierce tigers, rushed into the crowd of people who were fighting. Many Xingmo, the people of Yuemo, were caught off guard by being killed, and they died under their swords.

A little brother of Yuemo gave up his opponent and hugged Fang Jie. Mo Nan took the opportunity to roar and slashed at Fang Jie's chest with a backhand. Sen Leng's blade immediately tore his chest apart.

Blood sprayed out, and Fang Jie's face instantly turned pale. He roared, and his right leg slammed into the moon's ink, and the spear in his hand sprang out like a poisonous dragon. In an instant, it penetrated the body of that Yuemo, and his arm shook slightly, and the body of the little brother of Yuemo that was picked up on the tip of the gun smashed towards Mo Nan.

And Fang Jie himself followed closely behind, shooting at Mo Nan's chest.

Mo Nan's left hand jerked up, not dodging, but grabbing at the corpse of Yuemo, and with the power of Fang Jie's throw, he threw him behind him. And the black war knife in his right hand swept fiercely to the side, and the spear in Fang Jie's hand was suddenly slapped crooked!

Poof, the spear was inserted into Mo Nan's arm, causing him to frown slightly, and then he took a step forward, letting the cold spear body rub against his flesh and blood, and the long knife in his hand was tyrannically slashing towards the other party again.

Fang Jie's pistol was not in time, and he only had time to block the body of the gun slightly!

Click!

The tyrannical, sharp and terrifying black knife actually directly cut off Fang Jie's hand, because he was chopped many times, and there was a gap in the body of the spear, Sen Han's blade, from his throat, directly to the abdomen!

Burst!

Blood, like a bag full of water, suddenly tore open and sprayed out. Fang Jie raised his head with some difficulty, with a trace of dazed expression in his eyes, and then, his head tilted, and he slowly fell down.

I'm afraid of himself, no matter what, he can't imagine that the dignified deputy commander of the wolf guard of the Sky Wolf Society did not die in the underworld battle to protect the boss and protect the Sky Wolf Society, but because of an inexplicable order, he came to such an inexplicable place and died in the hands of an inexplicable person!

Mo Nan took a slight breath, and then raised the black knife again, and was about to fight again, but out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a cold light approaching.

The black knife in his hand suddenly blocked.

While!

Mo Nan only felt that his arm trembled slightly, as if he had been roasted by the stove, and the black knife in his hand was almost out of his hand. He gritted his steel teeth and held them hard, and then he felt his head hot, and faintly felt that he was flying.

In mid-air, he faintly saw that a young man in a moon-ink uniform was holding a black knife hanging to the ground tightly, and in front of him, a person wearing the mask of an ancient old man of the Z country was slowly putting back a double-edged axe.

Then he fell into eternal darkness!

Mo Nan is dead, and Mo Bei over there is not much better. Under the fierce killing of several ink masters, Lu Shaoyou, who was already seriously injured, had been forced into a corner by him. However, just as he slashed over the two wolf guards and was about to kill him, a masked man suddenly appeared on his god's side.

On that mask, it depicts an immortal wearing a green shirt, a fairy wind and bones, riding a white crane like an immortal, however, at this time, it did not bring him the slightest feeling of feathering and refinement, but made him feel a chill to the bone.

Because in the masked man's hand, a cold sword light, like thunder, was thrown towards him.

Mo Bei used all his strength, roared, and the black knife in his hand slashed out.

While!

The black knife was in the middle of the tip of the sword, making the deadly sword reveal its original form in an instant. However, Mobei was not comfortable, and the strong power from the sword made him involuntarily take several steps back, which was only then he could stabilize.

"Huh!" Under the mask, there was a slight surprise in his voice.

However, it was only a surprise. The thunderous sword light floated over again, this time faster and more powerful than just now!

"Kill!" The only two Yuemo left beside him, with an uncharacteristically angry roar, fit to meet them.

"Come back!" Mobei roared angrily, but where was there time? The indifference in the eyes of the two little brothers of Yuemo also became hideous because of the continuous killing. They raised the black knives in their hands, but before they could fall, the sword light suddenly soared, like two strokes of training, gently swept past their throats.

Blood, just sprayed out.

The man with the immortal mask rushed past them with such ease.

"Die!" Mo Bei roared angrily, and the black knife in his hand, with the momentum of splitting mountains and slashing mountains, slashed towards the other party.

"I can't help myself!" An indifferent and mocking voice came from under the mask of the immortal. A cold sword light unceremoniously greeted the black knife in Mo Bei's hand.

While!

Mobei only felt that his knife, the original twelve points of strength, suddenly seemed to have encountered resistance, and all of them disappeared. Obviously, the opponent's sword slashed at the point where his knife was the least susceptible.

One force will drop ten, and one will break a thousand catties.

Mo Bei snorted, the black knife in his hand was forced to be raised, and his people even took a step back. Then, the sword light followed like a bone appendage.

He parried left and right for a long time, and suddenly snorted, and the black knife in his hand fell involuntarily.

That cold sword light, at this time, was not in the center of his eyebrows. The hard skull did not stop the brilliance of this sword in the slightest!

"The Mo family has not insulted the names of the three families and five surnames!" The immortal-masked man pulled out his sword fiercely, and blood suddenly spilled out. If Mobei hadn't been injured, hadn't consumed a lot of energy, had lost all his sharpness, and was like the end of a strong crossbow, then he could at least fight him for a few moves!

And with the fall of the two ink generals, Mo Nan and Mo Bei, these guardians of Mo Yuan also entered the final mourning.

These ink masters are all real dead soldiers, and they killed four hundred elites of the Heavenly Wolf Society with less than two hundred people, and only fifty or sixty people remained. They have proved their strength with their actions, proving that they are worthy of the name of the Mo family and the guardian of the Mo family.

However, if you kill a thousand, you will lose eight hundred. There were two hundred ink masters, and there were no seventy or eighty people left at this time.

Even with the twenty star inks who were at the door and had not yet moved, it was difficult to parry these masked people who were recuperating and recuperating but who were suddenly killed at this time.

I have to say that these masked people's grasp of the situation on the scene is too accurate, and the timing they choose is the most suitable for attacking. The Ink Maker is almost at the end of its strong crossbow, and the Heavenly Wolf Society still has fifty or sixty combat strength, and the two of them will join forces to kill the Ink Maker at the lowest cost.

The so-called minimum price is to take these people from the Heavenly Wolf Society as their shields and bunkers to create opportunities for them!

One by one, the inkers fell. Especially those mask men with a larger mask, who are obviously the captain, all the ink masters, almost none of their enemies!

Although there are occasional people with masks who are put down by their defeat-losing style, the fate of the Ink Maker's defeat is already irresistible.

A group of men wearing monster masks rushed forward. Although there were only seven or eight of them, they were like sharp arrows, and they were unstoppable. The desperate counterattack of the inkers along the way only caused them to die two or three people. And they killed at least twelve or thirteen. This is also the result of their unwillingness to fight.

Because their purpose is to rush into the hall and kill Mobai Mountain!

Finally ready to do it?

Mo Baishan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he coldly spit out four words: "The ink is invincible!" ”

"The Ink Warrior is invincible!" More than 20 junior brothers who were blocking both sides of the hall roared in unison and rushed to the door, revealing more than 20 trap beasts that had been behind the wall!

Well, the first grid is full, in other words, this time my brother owes a lot of debts, haha, I said that it was full of one grid, and ten chapters broke out! Well, it's impossible to break out all at once, you can only pay it back every day!! It's dizzy, in fact, I don't want to say, really, but just now the village shouted, tomorrow the power will be out for a day!! MLGB's, I don't know how to get it, I'm a bird! ~ Okay, don't talk about it, plus a few days ago, who will help me calculate, if I guarantee two more, how will my brother repay this account??? Seek power......