Chapter 1963: Night Ink Goes to Battle (1)
"Kid, why are you so talented!" Qin Lao looked at Yemo, as if he was looking at a peerless magic weapon, staring at Yemo motionlessly, "You are Yechen's child?"
Ye Mo held a silver spear in front of everyone, pointed at Qin Lao and said loudly: "You bad people, I will kill you all." ”
"Hehehe, it's a little interesting!" Old Qin laughed softly, stroked his long beard and said, "Then it depends on whether you have the ability to do it, these people today, the old man is killed, including you ......"
As soon as these words fell, the momentum on Qin Lao's body suddenly exploded, like the explosion of stars, generating endless power.
Ye Zixuan and the others in the distance subconsciously clenched their fists, feeling a strong sense of powerlessness in their hearts.
The Immortal Realm powerhouse, for them, is too strong.
Yemo squinted his eyes, letting the wind blow all over his body, holding the silver spear motionless, his immature face full of strong expressions.
Mo Dinghong gritted his teeth and shouted: "Dare to hurt me, I will catch this little rabbit cub alive, roast it alive on the fire, and then take it to feed the dogs." ”
"What a ruthless heart!" Ye Zixuan and the others gritted their teeth, and then said to the people behind them, "Let's go." ”
A group of people gritted their teeth and continued to rush forward with their magic weapons.
Ye Zixuan wielded the Exterminating Sword.
Ice Lan Fei held the Ice Sword.
Meng Xinqi stabbed out with a black spear......
Last, the True Dragon Guards followed......
......
Qin Lao looked at the many flying masters with disdain on his face, looking at the various streamers on their bodies and the sharp edges that slashed out, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, with a thick sneer, and then slapped it with a palm.
The energy exploded, and Ye Zixuan only saw that Qin Lao's palm was like the sun blooming with dazzling light, and then the light struck with incomparable energy.
"Mo'er, go away!" Ye Zixuan and the others' eyes mostly stayed on the small figure in front of them.
Yemo was dressed in black, and he didn't know if it was because of the child, so he didn't know how to dodge at all, and his strong palm power bore the brunt.
Ye Zixuan and the others were slapped out with a palm, their bodies tumbling in the sky, and then smashed into the ground below.
"Huh, it's so powerful!" Qin Lao frowned, Qin Lao didn't leave his hand at all just now, it stands to reason that these people should be under his palm, and the flesh explodes.
But, now, they are just flying upside down.
This powerful physical strength is comparable to that of a top-level zombie.
Even Qin Lao's own physical body was inferior to them.
While jealousy flashed in his eyes, Qin Lao's heart became happier and happier.
He knew that as long as he controlled these people in his hands, these could be his own, and after he enjoyed the secret, he could also sacrifice him to the Mo family to obtain a huge status and wealth for himself.
Of course, there is also the secret of Xiao Yemo's body.
This kid, obviously only a few years old, actually has such strength, Qin Lao has never heard of it.
"You bad guy. Ye Mo roared angrily, and the light of the silver spear streaked through the void, piercing Qin Lao's face.
"Be careful!" Mo Dinghong and the others couldn't help but exclaim.
"Hmph!" Qin Lao snorted coldly, with a slight wave of his sleeve, everyone standing beside him and behind him flew out, of course, using soft force to get them out of their combat range, so as not to injure them by mistake.
Then, the silver spear of the night ink has arrived.
"Hmph!" Qin Lao's right hand blocked in front of his forehead, and as soon as he grabbed the void, a transparent air mass suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand.
The silver spear pierced into the air mass and couldn't move forward, and Yemo exerted his strength to make the tip of the spear move forward little by little.
"Huh?" Qin Lao was even more shocked.
The power of his own operation was unable to crush this little guy.
His strength is infinitely close to the Immortal Realm?
This, what kind of talent is this, it's too perverted.
Qin Lao's right hand twisted fiercely, and then shot out at the tip of the gun, slapping the Yemo Lian people out with the gun.
Night Ink rolled in the sky, flying into the distant sky, flying backwards at a slower and slower speed, after slowing down to a certain extent, Night Ink's body turned over the last heel, and suddenly stopped in the air, and then stepped on the void with his right foot, as if stepping on the ground, his body continued to burst out, and the silver spear bloomed......
The distant distance arrived in an instant, and the night ink shook the silver spear and bloomed in front of Qin Lao.
"Little bunny, get out of the way. Qin Lao said coldly, "Today, no one can save your mothers, and whoever stands in the way will die." ”
Facing the stabbing silver spear, Qin Lao's hands kept slapping out, smashing the spear flowers, and after Qin Lao resisted three moves in a row, he slapped it out with one palm, and once again slapped the night ink away.
"Poof!" Yemo finally vomited blood.
"Mo'er!" In mid-air, Zhang Yun and the others looked at Yemo who was vomiting blood and flying upside down, and shouted with tears.
"Mo'er, don't, don't go! mother, as long as you're safe. Lin Yan'er cried beside Zhang Yun......
But her voice was soon drowned out by other voices.
"Kill!" Ye Zixuan and the others flew again.
"Mother, don't come here!" Yemo suddenly turned around, blocked in front of Ye Zixuan, and said in a childish voice, "Please, don't go up, let me come." ”
Ye Zixuan and the others looked at Xiao Yemo with shocked expressions, they didn't expect that Yemo, who had always been coquettish and cute, would say such a thing.
Yemo continued: "This is what my father taught me, manly, to be responsible, manly, to protect women." Mothers, let me come. ”
Ye Mo turned around and continued to pounce on Qin Lao.
Ye Zixuan and the others silently looked at Yemo's back, speechless in shock.
"Perhaps, this is the real Mo'er. Meng Xinqi said.
On Yemo's body, the green light flashed away, and then continued to rush out.
"Life force!" Qin Lao found that the value of night ink was getting bigger and bigger......
"This is the practice of Yechen. Mo Dinghong said in a deep voice, "When we get him, it is equivalent to understanding the power of life, Qin Lao, don't keep your hands." ”
"Okay!" Qin Lao smiled slyly, and in an instant, a long knife appeared in his hand.
The knife is a ghost-headed knife, the blade is very wide, thick, very long, full of the beauty of combining violence and sharpness, and the whole body is black, which looks very terrifying.
Before the night ink flew, the silver spear had already pierced out, and the tip of the spear was full of spears, stabbing at Qin Lao like a thin needle, of course, the power of this spear was far from being comparable to that of a fine needle.
Qin Lao smiled cruelly, holding the knife in both hands, the blade was facing upward, and the whole handle was drawn from the bottom to the top, and an arc-shaped knife detached from the black ghost head knife, and slashed towards Ye Mo from afar, along the way, the spear used by Ye Mo was all smashed, and then slashed towards Ye Mo's body.
"Be careful!" cried out in horror from countless people.
(End of chapter)