The King of Swords, Salvatore Toni, is long overdue.

Erica's vision is blurry and she sees everything with ghosting. Gurefia was also sore, her legs were numb, and her joints were severely worn.

It's been a long time!

In the cold wind, the cold wind blew, Mo Wujian was half-lying on the cloud bed, and Gurefia stood beside him, her exposed knees were red, which showed that no matter how strong her strength was, she would inevitably be affected by the great power of nature.

Erica's feet developed, her standing position staggered, and finally Mo Wujian couldn't see it anymore, and pulled her into her arms and sat down.

"Woo~" Erica snorted, and hurriedly reached out to cover the hem of her skirt to prevent her skirt from being blown up by the high air current.

Above the clouds, the air currents are strong, in fact, the best choice is not to wear a skirt, but Erica insists on wearing it, and can only say that her idol baggage is too serious.

"This, the environment here is too harsh..."Erica's tone was difficult, indeed, the high air currents were strong, even speaking was difficult, and as soon as she opened her mouth, she would be violently poured into her mouth by the strong air current.

"Hmm..." Erica covered her mouth with one hand, her body trembling slightly, and her face was pale with a hint of red.

To tell the truth, above the clouds, the air is damp and cold, but Erica, who is just a human body, is indeed a little unbearable, and her body shakes, just to warm herself and avoid shock due to the low temperature.

This is a normal physiological phenomenon!

Now the position of the three of them is tens of thousands of meters in the air, and the sky and land formed by the clouds and mist under the control of Mo Wujian are hundreds of miles in the sky.

This was to avoid the battle of the Godslayer and destroy the environment below, and Erica begged for a long time to finally succeed in setting up the battlefield here.

But the price is also very high, just like now, Erica's pretty face is flushed, her body is trembling, and her eyes are blank, which is obviously a sign of a cold.

Erica believes too much in her body's endurance!

In the end, Erica was almost half leaning on Mo Wuji's arms, her body was soft and weak, shaking and shaking, and her mouth made an unexplained whimper, fortunately, although Mo Wuji's body was no longer human in nature, the normal body temperature of the human body was still there, and Erica, who was half leaning on his arms, barely got a trace of warmth from him.

"Ah, what a convenient power, to be able to create such a battlefield in the sky...."A plane flew from a distance, and on top of the plane, jumped a blonde young man, dressed very casually, and spoke very casually, ran directly to Mo Wujian not far away, and shouted loudly, "Brother, do you want the two of us to cooperate, every time you fight in the future, you will use this power, so that those people will not be arguing for me to pay attention to proportions when fighting, and not to cause too serious damage to the environment." ”

"Of course..."The blonde young man on the opposite side grinned and shouted loudly, "I've been looking forward to this battle for a long time, let's fight, my brother~"

Mo Wujian frowned, what kind of person is this, as soon as he comes up, he climbs relatives?

You're a blonde Westerner, and you actually call me a dark-haired Oriental brother?

I'm afraid you're not talking nonsense with your eyes open!

Mo Wujian couldn't help but think of the Mecal he met before, claiming to be the god king of the Mediterranean, that is also a guy who opens his eyes and talks nonsense, obviously not the Mediterranean, but insists that he is the god king of the Mediterranean, that thick hair, is it a wig?

It seems that this so-called power also has certain side effects, the most obvious is this ability to open his eyes and tell nonsense, one is more powerful than the other,

Mecal can at least say that he actually wears a wig, but how can this guy explain it?

Could it be that his blonde hair was actually dyed?

But that's not possible!

Mo Wujian is a traverser, how can there be brothers and sisters in this world?

"Noise!" Mo Wujian frowned and waved his hand.

"Huh?" The blonde young man on the opposite side was stunned for a while, not knowing what Mo Wuxian meant by this action.

But the next moment he understood.

Because with the wave of Mo Wuji's hand, a hurricane suddenly blew out of thin air!

Hundreds of miles of sea of clouds, surging with wind and clouds!

Rumbling thunder burst out from below!

"Even though you didn't chant the Spirit of the Word, you have already used your power?" This is definitely a scene that subverts the three views, and the blonde youth is obviously a little difficult to accept.

The whole person, directly in the range of the hurricane, the body was blown up by the wind, and then lightning and thunder, and the terrifying electric current hit him, making him scream non-stop.

But in fact, the King of Swords should be called the King of Itching.

When he was hit by such an attack, not only was he not annoyed, but he also became excited, and he screamed a few times, violently broke the thunder, and sang the spirit of words in the hurricane.

"Swear by this. I don't allow anything I can't cut to exist. And this sword is capable of cutting and slicing through all the east of the earth..."

Before he finished reading his words, there was a huge force in front of him, like a landslide and tsunami, like an avalanche, like a flash flood, coming head-on, the blonde young man looked ahead in a daze, holding Erica in his arms, his eyes were full of doubts, as if asking, why don't you wait for me to finish reading the words before you do it?

Aren't you playing your cards according to the routine?!

Rumble!!!

The blonde young man's whole body was blown away by a huge force!

A mist of blood exploded on his body!

There was a crack of bones!

It's so miserable, so miserable!

"This is the heavens..."Mo Wujian said lightly, although his voice was soft, but it was far away, and it was heard by the blond young man.

"I see, I see...," the blonde youth suddenly realized, "Can the torn silver hand only be used on the ground?" It turns out that there is still such a restriction..."

Oh my God, he really believed it!

Erica, who was leaning on Mo Wuji's arms, was stunned, her body straightened up suddenly, and a high-pitched cry came out of her mouth, "Uhhhh

The latter words were not spoken, maybe it was because of the strong air currents in the high air, which made it difficult for her to speak, or it may be that she wanted to leave some affection for the other party, so she didn't say it.

Salvatore Toni, the king of the gods and the king of the sword who leads the Southern European Magic Society, believes what others say so easily?!

I'm afraid it's a bad brain, right?

That's what Erica didn't say later.

Involuntarily, Erica rolled her eyes, obviously, although she didn't say it, she used the action of rolling her eyes to vividly show the speechlessness in her heart.

Her vision blurred for a while, everything became boring, Erica stared blankly ahead, although her breathing was rapid, but her face was the kind of expression that seemed to understand the philosophy of life.

Because she knew that the so-called god-killer was not an opponent at all in front of Mo Wuji, and she had no pursuit in her life, what else could not be obtained under Mo Wuji's power?

It seems that her future is only one thing left to serve Mo Wuji, but as the most loyal knight, this is what she should do, even if there is only one thing, she must do her best.

"O blood of the evil dragon Fafnir, grant me immortal destiny...."

The blonde young man who was blown away on the opposite side sang the spirit of words again, this time he finally learned to be obedient, he probably already knew that he had no chance to finish reading the words that were too long, and he would be directly interrupted by Mo Wuji, so he chose a short spirit of words.

This time, he finally succeeded in activating his power, and the protection of steel.

It's a defensive power that allows the user to survive the heat of a solar flare for at least a dozen minutes with only a slight sunburn.

This power can make the body as hard as steel!

"Again, again!" Erica exclaimed, breathing heavily, her body twitching, and she rolled her eyes.

Obviously, she was really speechless.

Can't you see the gap so big?

"I'm still fighting, wait, wait, my lord, even if it's not your enemy, at least give the most basic respect!" Erica exclaimed, she struggled to get up, but was held down by Mo Wuji, and the blonde youth who was rushing towards her in the distance was so fast that it also set off a strong air current.

Erica hurriedly pressed her hand on the hem of her skirt.

Girls, as it should be, should always pay attention to maintaining a dignified appearance.

"Hmm, well, so shy, obviously still fighting, actually in front of outsiders, being held so tightly in her arms...."Erica shyly buried her face in Mo Wuji's arms, too nervous, and because of the low temperature around her, the stimulation of the external environment and the huge psychological gap, it eventually caused the brain to lose control of the body, and her body suddenly spasmed.

The psychological quality is too poor!

Mo Wujian frowned and looked at Erica's gaffe in his arms, but ahead, the god killer had already been killed, and he had no way to teach Erica a lesson, so he could only wave his right hand helplessly and said lightly, "Evil dragon? Accept the sanctions of the dragon god, right? ”

A huge shadow suddenly obscured the blonde youth who was rushing towards Mo Wuxi.

Then, the high-pitched roar of the dragon resounded in the sky!

"Roar!!

A red dragon with a body size of 100 meters!

The blond-haired young man raised his head and his eyes widened, "This, how is this possible, without words, did you use the power to drive the dragon snake?" ”

Boom!

The red dragon flicked its tail and whipped the blonde youth away.

"I am the True Red Dragon God Emperor!"

"A dragon of dragons!"

"The Great Red!"

"Roar!"

The True Red Dragon God Emperor roared, spitting dragon breath out of his mouth, and in the blink of an eye, the dragon breath caught up with the blonde youth who was whipped away by the dragon's tail, drowning it.

Mo Wujian raised his right hand, and the True Red Dragon Divine Emperor turned into a big sword and fell.

"This is the Great Sword of the True Red Dragon God Emperor, those who are injured by it will not be able to recover!" Mo Wujian was still sitting on the cloud bed, holding Erica in his arms, but the great sword of the True Red Dragon God Emperor in his hand was swinged.

Sword aura in the sky!

"Is this over so soon?" Erica muttered in a low voice, "I thought it was going to be a fierce battle...", and then she breathed weakly and fell asleep in Mo Wuji's arms.

It can be seen that in Mo Wuji's arms, it brings her a great sense of security, otherwise it would be impossible to fall asleep so easily, coupled with the harsh high-altitude environment, Erica's physical exertion is huge.

It may also be that when you encounter a god killer, the other party is attacking, and this mental stimulation is too strong.

Anyway, Erica fell asleep, and she didn't even hear what Mo Wufeng said afterward.

"If you can fight with a weak chicken, this is not enjoying the fight, but showing off your lower IQ!"

"You are allowed to resist, but I will only suppress it unilaterally!" Mo Wujian looked at Gurefia on the side.

Gurefia blushed.

In the rolling dark clouds below, the blonde young man who was paralyzed and unable to take care of himself fell by the great sword of the True Ancient Dragon God Emperor.

His body was covered in dragon's breath burns.

He still had an excited expression on his face.

"Hahaha, it's great, this battle really makes my blood boil, this freshman brother is really strong, next time I go to challenge, I can't be easily beaten like this time." As he spoke, he scratched his head, slightly distressed and helpless, "Until the end, didn't you get close?" ”

"Ahh

"Well, forget it...."Although he wondered why the injury had not begun to recover until now, the blonde youth didn't care, he was still excited, "Hahahaha, great, I don't have to worry about finding an opponent who can fight with me in the future!" ”

The happy smile lasted until his skull hit the ground.

Grasp the rhythm of the plot, in order to describe the battle links flexibly, come on, 2018, this year's writing technique will reach a new high

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