When the bronze sword flew into the well, Wen Cheng immediately stood up and reached out to take the sword, easily held the hilt of the sword and turned it in the palm of his hand a few times, relieving the force of the bronze sword rushing down, and then put the blade on Zhao Heng's neck.

"Do you have any last words?"

"Is the Mo family really dead?"

The moment Mo Xun in Zhao Heng's body saw the bronze sword, his eyes were firmly fixed on the bronze sword, and he was already dead without regrets if he could die on the bronze sword cast by his descendants.

"Yes! By the way, let me tell you a secret, the deity is not a pure divine power sword spirit, the deity has the memory of Mo Jianxin in his body, the power of the evil spirit, or there is no blood of the Mo family as a medium, the deity is just three half-hung sword spirits that work separately, and they can't be called swords at all, and now the Mo family is the last one, and the deity is a pile of scrap copper and rotten iron! Haha......"

"Nope! No! This is not true! You're so sharp! Why! Why is it defective! ”

Mo Xun was completely driven crazy, and the black mist around him surrounded Zhao Heng tightly, his black eyes gradually became blood-red, and he reached out to grab Orange's neck.

"You'd better be angry and devour all the sins you owe in this well into your own strength, so that the deity can wipe you all up with just one sword!"

Yu Kenxin watched as Zhao Heng was surrounded by the erosion of the black mist, and countless small faces began to distort where the skin could be exposed on his face and hands, their expressions were painful and complaining, desperately struggling to squeeze out of Zhao Heng's body.

As the fog became thicker and thicker, Zhao Heng's skin gradually began to become black and swollen, and the more the mist penetrated into the skin, the more the clothes were slowly propped up until they could no longer fit Zhao Heng's black and bloated body, and the clothes were completely torn and torn into strips of cloth.

"Ahh My Mo family will not die, from today on, he is the Mo family! My brother's descendants are my descendants! I'm going to let him marry this girl, no matter what her surname is, she has the blood of the Mo family in her! Their children can manipulate you into becoming a sword! Ha ha...... Surely, they're going to give birth to ten, no! To be born until you can't give birth! They intermarried with each other, generation after generation...... My Mo family will definitely grow stronger! ”

Mo Xun was completely crazy, and he could even pull people to marry and marry close relatives, and insist that the other party was the Mo family.

Zhao Heng's body was really as Sedgeheart wished, absorbing all the black mist in the well, at this time, Zhao Heng's body was swollen to occupy one-third of the space in the well room, and the apricots were all supported by him from his legs, but the apricots were still not dead, and still bit the half of the greedy marrow on Zhao Heng's legs, as if there was a gas valve, as long as it could be pulled out, Zhao Heng, who was as bloated as a ball at the moment, would recover as before.

"Huh...... It really made the deity insightful, it turned out that the Mo family could be shameless to such a point, it was really ridiculous! ”

Edgeworth sneered disdainfully at Mo Xun's naïve pedantry, and for a moment, he suddenly didn't want to give Mo Xun a hard time, he was ready to let Mo Xun be tortured to death like a cat playing with a mouse.

At this time, Wen Qian was still lying on the ground on the side, after the mist was absorbed by Zhao Heng, his breathing was much smoother, and the tightness in his chest slowly eased, Wen Qian rubbed the ground and leaned to the side slightly, avoiding the slimy corpse, and found a place with a good viewing position, half-squinting his eyes and preparing to watch the Sword Spirit Battle II Ancestor, to avenge the tragic death of the Mo family's sacrificial souls.

But the two of them hadn't started fighting yet, but they were in a state of shouting, and the apricot was thrown by Zhao Heng and bit half of the greedy marrow and fell on Wen Qian's face.

"Ahh My nose. ”

Wen Qian's nose was immediately knocked out of blood, and Apricot, as if she had seen a savior, spit out her greedy marrow and knelt on the ground in a human posture to bow to Wen Qian.

"Eldest sister, you are a cat now, is it appropriate for a cat to do such a difficult action? You're not afraid to walk away. ”

Wen Qian saw that Apricot was begging for help from himself, kneeling on the ground and begging himself, he had a little soft-heartedness, but after weighing the pros and cons, he could only pretend to be hard-hearted and refuse.

"Meow Meow...... Meow! Apricot nodded frantically in a voice, and knelt on the ground to greet Qian, her head was staggering, and the white cat hair on her forehead was soaked in blood.

"Stop! Stop! Don't knock, are you a mother worth it for a second ancestor? Look at your hands are bald and leaking bones, you look at your body again, the black mist is bald, just like that, he still kicks you away ruthlessly, won't you give up on him to be yourself? Women should live with dignity! ”

Wen Qian looked at Apricot like this, she couldn't beat the sword spirit at all, and she couldn't save her young master, she had to ask herself that this was completely a rush to the doctor, instead of feeling sorry for her and putting herself in prison, it was better to use her mother's live broadcast to pull girls to buy products and make their own bloody chicken soup to fool her.

When Kyoko heard Wen Qian say this, she turned her head and glanced at Zhao Heng, at this moment he was being teased back and forth by Mikenshin like a juggling animal, and his bloated body was bumped into the wall of the well.

His body was still swollen and expanding outward, his skin had swelled to almost transparent, and he could faintly see the internal organs in his body, as long as the heart of the sword was gently pierced with the tip of his sword, it would be impossible for his young master to leave the bottom of the well alive, and he would only become a victim of ending the tragedy of the Mo family.

Apricot was really anxious, she raised her paw and slapped Wen Qian's face, making Wen Qian look at herself, and then the two paws picked up the greedy corpse on the ground and stuffed it into Wen Qian's mouth.

Wen Qian watched the black insects attacking him, and his goosebumps rose from disgust, and he quickly got up to avoid the poison of apricots.

"I'm scared of you! What can I do for you, you say? In terms of fighting fancy skills, I can't beat the sword spirit, and once I pass, the person will be gone. In terms of physical strength and hard fighting, I can't hit Zhao Heng, you look at him like that, hit the wall of the well, and the whole well will tremble three times. ”

Wen Qian's sudden sit up caught Edgeworth's attention, not to mention that he was still talking about fighting with himself.

"Why don't you obediently lie on the ground and pretend to be dead, and get up to stand up for the Mo family ancestor?" As he spoke, he dodged quickly, tricking Mo Xun into crashing into the wall of the well.

"I just want to ask, what will happen to Zhao Heng if you go down with a sword?"

Wen Qian was still hesitant to be this up-and-coming bird, so he had to ask Qing Qing what would happen to Zhao Heng first.

"He? He's like this, and even if he can live, he'll shed his skin. ”

Yu Kenxin replied with another dodge, smashing Mo Xun, who was manipulating Zhao Heng's body, into a.

Mo Xun in a rage is a brainless fat ball at all, and he can't see that Edgeworth is playing tricks on him, and he himself is almost one step away from catching him.

"You also heard it, your young master is just shedding his skin, and he can't die."

Wen Qian saw that Yu Jian Xin was playing tricks on his ancestor, and he decided to sit on the sidelines after weighing the pros and cons, after all, he still supported Yu Jian Xin to teach Zhao Heng a lesson.

Apricot didn't let go of Wen Qian so easily, grabbed the corpse of the greedy marrow and piled it up at Wen Qian's feet, this is to bury Wen Qian in the pile of greedy marrow.

"I'm afraid of you! A female does this for a big man, you are the ultimate boss in licking dogs and licking cats! ”

Qian kicked away the corruption pile at his feet in disgust, and asked Edgeworth again again.

"Can you do without my sister's body? She was a weak woman who couldn't stand this kind of fight. ”

"Yes! Anyway, the deity is just taking advantage of the situation to help her improve her physical fitness, and she can win this brainless third-rate commodity with or without the deity. ”

As he spoke, he threw the bronze sword into the air, Mo Xun immediately went to grab it, and he threw down Wen Cheng's body and threw it at Wen Qian by the wall.

"You're really a sword spirit! From the very beginning, he was still pretending to be amnesiac with us! It's fun to play with our brother and sister, isn't it? ”

Wen Qian got up to catch Wen Cheng, and saw that Yu Kenxin, who reached out to grab the sword, was dressed in a dark blue robe, and the pair of dead fish eyes on his face were very obvious by the light of the furnace fire.

"The deity knows that the deity is called Mikenshin, so I don't need you to remind you, a yellow-mouthed child."

Yu Kenshin snatched the bronze sword and played Mo Xun again.

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