The huge iron fist continued to enlarge in Mo Fan's eyes, and just as he was thinking about whether this punch could shatter his mind or not, a fire suddenly rose in front of him!

"Bang!"

I saw a familiar bone knife that could no longer be familiar appeared in front of him out of thin air, blocking this menacing punch!

The huge fist hit the body of the fiery knife, not only did it not have the slightest effect, but made a "zizi" sound, emitting a faint black smoke, and the butcher screamed in pain and took a few steps back. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

But soon, a trace of joy flashed on the butcher's face, and he stepped forward again, reaching out to grab the bone knife floating in front of Mo Fan, and at the same time muttering in his mouth: "My knife, my knife, my knife!"

The next moment, the butcher's broad palm grabbed the fiery bone knife, but it seemed to be grasping on a red-hot soldering iron, making a "zizi" sound and wafting black smoke.

The joy on his face immediately turned to pain, and after holding on for a few seconds, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and let go of his palm and took two steps back.

"It's not your knife, it's ...... My knives! The corners of Mo Fan's mouth rose, and he reached out to hold the handle of the knife, and the familiar feeling that could not be more familiar struck him.

A warm current poured into the body and quickly spread to all parts of the body, the warm breath emanated from the body, the loose clothes were propped up, and the strength began to soar wildly!

Reaching out and touching the blade of the sword that was blazing, he didn't suffer any damage, but felt a burst of warmth, and the smile on the corner of Mo Fan's mouth became even stronger.

"Give me back my knife!" The butcher roared unwillingly.

"You want?" Mo Fan's eyelids raised, and he immediately threw the knife in his hand to the other party, "Then here you go!" ”

The blazing blade made a beautiful arc in the air, and fell into the butcher's arms with unmistakable accuracy, and before he could grasp it tightly with his hand, he felt a burning pain, and hurriedly took two steps back, let go of his hand, and let the knife fall naturally.

A bone-killing purple gold knife that caught the natural fall, Mo Fan didn't know when he had rushed to the butcher, half-squatting, and swept out with a knife.

Like a dazzling meteor crossing, it easily shaved off the butcher's two thighs, and the butcher's huge body lost its support and fell heavily to the ground.

The two thick legs that had been cut off slowly turned into a trace of black qi and dissipated into the air!

This time, it was Mo Fan's turn to look at the butcher on the ground condescendingly, and said with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, "Have you ever heard a word?" - The villain dies of talking too much! If you do it sooner, won't I die? ”

"Give me back my knife!" The butcher's obsession with knives reached an unreasonable point, and even though he had no legs, he still crawled towards Mo Fan, wanting to regain his knife.

With two knives in his hand, he easily removed the butcher's two arms, and Mo Fan said leisurely: "I said it, this is my knife!"

"This is my knife!" Even though the butcher had no limbs, he wanted to move his body and open his mouth to bite Mo Fan.

Taking a few steps back, leisurely avoiding the other party's bite, Mo Fan swung out again, as if chopping melons and vegetables, easily slicing off the butcher's body, and then continued to smile and say, "Whose knife is this?" ”

"This is my knife!" The butcher roared.

Another swing of the knife, like a meteor across the sky, mixed with a hint of danger in the splendor, Mo Fan once again cut off the butcher's body, like a stubborn child, and continued to laugh, "Whose knife is this?" ”

"This is my knife!" The butcher was in pain, but he was still stubborn.

Another knife was swung out, and Mo Fan's voice landed at the same time as the other party's broken body, "Whose knife is this?" ”

……

Looking at the butcher with only one head left, Mo Fan shook his head, swung out a knife, with an extremely cold smile on his face, and said word by word, "This is my knife...... Always! ”

"Mo Fan, Fan Fan, where are you?" Chen Qiwu's anxious call came from downstairs.

Turning his head to look at the butcher who had completely turned into black gas and dissipated, Mo Fan turned his head, the gloom on his face had all disappeared, a smile appeared on his face, and he shouted, "Call Mao, Lao Tzu is not dead yet!" ”

But immediately, he looked at the Bone Killing Purple Gold Knife in his hand again, and couldn't help but say to himself, "How can this thing automatically run out of the game?" Is it really an artifact? Feeling that the master is in danger, he automatically comes out to protect the master? ”

Immediately after, Mo Fan's brows moved slightly, and he continued, "No, this thing is just a sixth-order weapon, the master of protecting hair?" ”

After thinking about it for a long time, he didn't understand what was going on, so Mo Fan simply didn't bother to think about it, but he didn't know how to take this bone-killing purple gold knife back into the game.

I've tried every conceivable solution, but nothing has worked, but it's not without its surprises.

Although Mo Fan couldn't see the attribute panel of this Bone Killing Purple Gold Knife like in the game, he unexpectedly found that he could easily turn on and off the Fire Attribute Attack of the Bone Killing Purple Gold Knife.

As soon as the fire attribute attack was leveled, the dazzling Bone Killing Purple Gold Knife immediately turned into an ordinary bone knife, although the appearance was still a little arrogant, but at least it was much better than the appearance after the fire attribute attack was turned on.

Coming downstairs and meeting Chen Qiwu, Mo Fan looked at the other party covered in an unknown foul-smelling liquid, and he was still holding a branch from nowhere, and couldn't help laughing, "Chen Qiwu, have you fallen into the dung pit?" ”

Ignoring Mo Fan's teasing, seeing the other party's leisurely appearance, Chen Qiwu hurriedly asked with a vigilant face: "That ghost was ...... by you"

"That's it." Mo Fan said casually, "It's your appearance, it won't be that you fell into the dung pit when you ran away, and you almost drowned, and when life and death were confused, your conscience found out and ran back to save me, right?" ”

"Am I like the kind of person who abandons his friends and runs away?" Chen Qiwu felt that he had been insulted, and said righteously.

"Aren't you that?" Mo Fan brushed his messy hair and asked rhetorically.

"What a great injustice!" Chen Qiwu wailed with an aggrieved face, "Since the guy who ate didn't bring it, I could only search for something nearby that could deal with that ghost just now. Otherwise, even if I go to help you immediately, I will only die with you! ”

"Tut-tut, it's terrible, Chen Qiwu, you are really brave and resourceful now!" Mo Fan shook his head and walked down with a smile.

"Not really!" Chen Qiwu didn't seem to be able to hear that it was irony at all, so he accepted it as a compliment, followed up and followed, and said suspiciously, "Hey, Fanfan, how did you get that ghost." That ghost is really powerful, even if I bring the guy who eats, I guess I'm going to suffer! ”

Mo Fan stopped, raised his eyelids and looked at the other party, and said lightly, "I will come to the Divine Palm, I can tell you dozens of them one by one?" (To be continued.) )