readx;? With bare eyes, the giant sword in both hands was raised diagonally, and the body bowed slightly, and at this time, the knight captain only had Zhou Mo sitting upright in his eyes. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

A smile appeared at the corner of Zhou Mo's mouth, his eyebrows were slightly raised, and his face showed a long-lost recklessness.

The knight captain was dressed in Mithril armor, sat down on the mountain storm, charging as fast as thunder, and in a short distance, there was a muffled sound of thunder breaking through the sound barrier behind him.

A person from the Grand Duke's Mansion of Yingyang will do not make a move, but as long as he makes a move, he will definitely do it like a lion pounces on a rabbit and do it with all his might.

The power of Mithril's life reappeared in front of Zhou Mo's eyes, compared to the city wall of the wilderness border city, Zhou Mo, who could only fight for his life and gamble on that glimmer of life, was no longer the same at this time.

The black light flashed in his right hand, the killing dagger was already in his hand, Zhou Mo twisted his waist, and his feet lightly touched the half-abandoned carriage.

The whole person was like a black python lying in the grass and suddenly jumped up, and the moment the heavy sword in the hand of the knight captain was not wielded, it bounced and wound up like lightning.

The body turned into a black iron color in the moment it took off, and the fine Mithril veins on the skin around it could already shine with a Mithril luster.

The luster of Mithril in the black iron flickered, and he was eager to try, as if he was about to break out of the shell with Zhou Mo's killing intent.

The black python circled around the Mithril Knight in an instant, and the killing dagger in Zhou Mo's hand was merciless, piercing and pulling in and out from the neck and waist of the battle armor, and the gap under the armpit, the speed was incredible.

The Mithril Knight's charge was like a meteor entering the sky, and the speed slowed down instantly, Zhou Mo gently jumped off the back of the mountain storm, watching the Mithril pop burn his life, and soared away under the effect of inertia.

It's just that the Mithril tail flame is mixed with a little bloody red.

Between the rabbit and the falcon, two figures, one white and one black, met beside the carriage, and the black shadow surrounded the white body, and in the blink of an eye, Zhou Mo was already standing not far from the carriage, and blood was dripping from the pitch-black dagger in his hand.

And on the mountain storm bear that had already charged away, the charging Mithril Knight fell down, and the heavy Mithril armor and heavy sword fell together, only then did the mountain storm bear realize that something was wrong, stopped, turned around and saw the master lying on the ground lifelessly, the mountain storm bear roared, the bear's eyes instantly turned red, his expression was hideous and furious, and his fangs were wide open, and the original black and iron mountain storm bear, the fur on his whole body began to glow with blood red.

The knights watching the play at the door were even slower than the mountain bear's reaction, but it was only a moment, and in the blink of an eye, the nine Mithril knights had already driven their mounts to gallop out, with two-handed heavy swords on their backs, and they were already fully in their hands.

The wanton smile on Zhou Mo's face became bigger and bigger, watching the nine Mithril knights charging over, under this extreme anger, the sound of horses' hooves was still as neat as one person, and the nine people charged, unexpectedly bringing out the momentum of thousands of horses galloping.

Nodding appreciatively, the Eagle Yang Grand Duke's Mansion is worthy of its name, just looking at the knights guarding the door, they already know that the people of the Eagle Yang Grand Duke's Mansion are indeed elite and well-trained.

In front of them, there were nine Mithril knights charging and attacking, and then there were mountain storm bears entering a berserk state, and they didn't need Zhou Mo's blood to stain their bodies, so I was afraid that they couldn't stop.

Zhou Mo was not afraid and raised his spirits, but he felt that whether it was in the military camp of the border city, or in the manor of Ruiwen Nalong, or even these days in Yingyang City, he was far less happy than at this time.

The fighting field sees the courage of the man, and he can do ** dance between life and death.

Zhou Molang let out a long roar, his body shook, and he pulled out the black afterimage, which actually rushed directly towards the nine Mithril Knights who were charging head-on.

The moment the black shadow came into contact with the charging iron array, the black afterimage in the sky instantly gathered and turned into a black rainbow, and the killing dagger in his hand was like the fangs of a snake, and he immediately saw life and death in the stretch and contraction.

The heavy swords in the hands of the nine Mithril Knights swung into a forest of iron walls, like nine waves, and slashed towards Zhou Mo one after another.

Zhou Mo was like a black rainbow, dancing around the air, and every time the killing dagger in his hand came into contact with the heavy sword, it retreated with a touch, and rose with strength.

When Zhou Mo had already come to the middle of the nine knights, the killing dagger suddenly trembled, pulling out countless fine black rays in the air, like a spider web.

In the blink of an eye, the cobwebs grew bigger and bigger, covering the nine knights in the distance, and then suddenly shrank down.

It is hard to imagine that the "jingle ......" would make such a sound when the dagger and the heavy sword clash, like a wind chime bathed in the morning breeze.

The cobwebs seemed to overestimate their own flexibility, and the nine two-handed heavy swords tore the cobwebs woven by Zhou Mo to pieces almost in an instant.

But no one noticed that every crisp sound of the exchange came out, the shadow that turned into a black rainbow among the nine knights would shine out a little bit of mythril on his body.

The dense and long jingle sound is like a concert at the gate of Eagle Manor.

The nine Mithril Knights, although they shattered the force of the cobwebs, found that everyone was stuck in a web and could not break free no matter how much they struggled.

Until, when a knight's patience ran out, the Mithril light on his whole body shone brightly, the two-handed heavy sword in his hand was raised high, and the battle helmet was also raised lightly, only to find that a Mithril spider shadow flashed in the sky.

The blood in Zhou Mo's body was rushing, and the fusion of magma and sea water in his chest set off countless undercurrents, and the majestic life potential burst out in the impact of countless undercurrents.

However, the most important thing is that Zhou Mo has been suppressed, and the emotions of being imprisoned are exploding, and the little bit of inspiration that is bound by his own life and death breaks free.

At this time, in the life-and-death struggle, in the wanton killing, all the repression, all the imprisonment, all the restraints, all the excitement and the recklessness were all broken free.

Mithril spreads from the skin, to the heart, to the bone marrow, and throughout the body.

Zhou Mo, Mithril Life!

Above the shattered web, a Mithril spider suddenly appeared, its fangs open and closed.

All the fragments of the cobwebs merged into one in an instant, and they were covered overwhelmingly.

The killing dagger in Zhou Mo's hand was flickering, the pitch-black color was already covered with blood, and his eyes looked at the Mithril Knight who was holding the heavy sword high, but could no longer fall, revealing a trace of regret.

Nine Mithril Knights, each with tiny blood spilling through the gaps in their armor, fell off their mounts.

At this time, the already violent mountain storm bear arrived.

Zhou Mo glanced at the violent bear, and the murderous aura that had not yet converged was cold and piercing.

Even the rampaging mountain bears can feel the death that has been imprinted in their bloodlines for millions of years.

The huge mountain storm bear braked violently, the blood red in his eyes faded, and he sat on the ground with his buttocks, his short tail clamped between his thick hind legs, and for a while his simple wisdom made it not know where to go.

The remaining nine mounts are just ordinary lives, at most to quasi-black iron, under the shroud of Zhou Mo's murderous aura, without the support of the master, they all trembled, standing in place, guarding in front of the master's corpse, as if they were silently mourning.

The old butler's slightly cloudy eyes kept staring at the battlefield, but there was no trace of emotional fluctuations, and at this time, seeing that the ten Mithril Knights were all wiped out, the old butler's eyebrows faintly appeared with a blood-red light.

This old butler, who watched his knight being killed, without a trace of it, turned out to be a mysterious being.

Zhou Mo was not afraid at all, his whole body was covered with silky lubricated Mithril luster, he looked back behind him, and sighed regretfully:

"Hate not to be able to wear a bloody robe!"

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