After about a stick of incense, a group of people were killed by Xiao Qi. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The spiritual power of these people is not very strong, mainly reflected in the physical skills, so the increase that Xiao Qi thought of was not too strong at all, coupled with his proficiency in killing people and the lack of tacit understanding with the enemy, it was not a problem at all, and the various problems he thought of at the beginning were not as deterrent as he thought.

As a result, Mo Zixiao was watching the entire battle and didn't intervene.

Not only that, Mo Zixiao didn't even see Xiao Qi's method of making a move, she felt that a shadow was circling around her, and then, there was no more.

By the time Mo Zixiao saw Nangong Cangyi and the man in black out of the house, Xiao Qi had already killed almost half of the people.

As a result, Mo Zixiao could only watch Nangong Cangyi fight, and what made her feel strange was that Nangong Cangyi always seemed to be afraid of hurting the woman in black in front of her, and always avoided everywhere, and would only fight back if she couldn't resist.

If it is said that he deliberately released water, this doesn't make sense, because Mo Zixiao clearly saw Nangong Cangyi's heavy face, not only Tie Qing, but even a little white, if it was acting, it would never be like this.

And if it weren't for the release of water, it would only be Nangong Cangyi's jealousy of the identity of the woman in black.

Mo Zixiao thought about it slightly, and became more and more sure. Think about it carefully, if it weren't for his special identity, how could he casually take out more than fifty masters to break into the mercenary group department? If it weren't for his special identity, how could he have the courage to casually kill people and intercept goods?

I think it's because I think I can't do it even if things are exposed, so what about her.

Mo Zixiao smiled coldly, this woman is not only arrogant, but also has a bad look, and finds things on her head. Mo Zixiao is not a good stubble, and she is unexpectedly ruthless.

But as long as she doesn't go over to find her, Mo Zixiao won't make a move, but if this woman wants to come over, sooner or later she will be retaliated against by Mo Zixiao.

A touch of cold arc on his lips gradually disappeared, and his smile was like a flower, but he smiled so much that he had goosebumps all over his body, and he also had a kind of regional evil spirit.

Mo Zixiao and Ye Qianli are indeed very similar in some aspects, the more they laugh happily, the more ruthless they are, and when they are angry, it is just commonplace to pull out people's skins or something.

However, in general, killing people is just a convenient method of beheading.

Of course, it's not because I think other murder methods are too bloody, it's just because I think it's too troublesome and a waste of time.

People who live between blood and injuries will gradually rely on the breath of blood, just like Mo Zixiao, who can't stop.

This woman happened to be sent to the door when Mo Zixiao's hands were itchy, it was simply looking for death, and it was the lowest level of death-seeking!

Of course, Mo Zixiao can't beat her, and she doesn't want others to help take revenge, because it's not enjoyable, but she not only has the world's means of attack, she also has unique and original poisonous skills in the twenty-first century.

It can not only live and die human flesh and bones, but also corrode people so that there is no scum left!

With a flick of his wrist, a bottle flipped out, and inside was a drop of red liquid, similar to blood, but much thicker than blood.

"Huh." Mo Zixiao flicked one finger and shot at the woman.

But he didn't expect Nangong Cangyi to inadvertently turn to one side, and the liquid medicine brushed past his side!

This is a poison that can corrode the flesh and skin of the whole body to the point that there is not a little bit left!

Mo Zixiao was a little anxious, like this, killing the man in black, Nangong Cangyi also had to lose half of his life.