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The straight knife slowly took shape, and countless tiny cracks had appeared in Zhou Mo's silverized body.

Death Knife Daron has been practicing for more than 50 years, and Baron Yongou has also practiced for more than 20 years, and his resilience and will to overcome the pain are already worthy of admiration, but at this time, these are blessed on Zhou Mo in an instant, and the pain can be imagined.

There is a mysterious life that suffers such pain in an instant, and I am afraid that it will die directly, but unfortunately, in the process of manifestation, a mysterious force seems to bless Zhou Mo's body from outside the world, maintaining his sanity, and reacting all the pain to Zhou Mo's nerves without pulling a trace.

Zhou Mo's eyes were Mithril color, but in Mithril, fine blood threads burst out, and together with the Mithril meridians raised at the corners of his eyes, the whole person's face was hideous and terrifying.

The straight knife finally materialized, the shiny blade, and on the blade, there was a faint red copper luster circulating.

He didn't have the energy to look at the specific attributes of the two knives at all, Zhou Mo leaned against a corner of the inner passage of the arena, his whole body was soaked with sweat, and his body returned to his original complexion, pale without a trace of blood.

The breath in his chest was like nothing, and Zhou Mo's dark eyes lost focus.

The continuous extreme pain made Zhou Mo's mind on the verge of collapse, but the hands holding the two knives did not tremble at all.

The ups and downs in his chest gradually increased, the afterglow of pain gradually dissipated, and as soon as Zhou Mo was conscious, he leaned softly against the wall.

Trying his best to recover his physical strength, every time his heart beat vigorously, his blood veins flowed, so that Zhou Mo's body slowly regained its vitality.

In his black eyes, because of this pain, he became more determined, and in this treacherous situation, Zhou Mo knew that he needed to be more and more determined.

Struggling to stand upright, there was pain everywhere in his body, only the hands holding knives were as solid as a rock.

The body of Mithril turned into a color, the color of Mithril on the skin flowed like water, and the fine cracks on the body were constantly repaired, and the powerful recovery ability of Mithril life played a role at this time.

After maintaining the state of Mithril for several breaths, Zhou Mo felt the pain inside and outside his body disappear, and his body returned to its original color.

He ripped off the cloak behind him, wrapped the straight knife, and then hung the rainbow-curved scimitar around his waist and strode out of the shadow in the corner.

When the matter comes to an end, it still needs to be stained with blood by the blade before seeing the real chapter. _

Ruiwen-Nalong's people had been waiting for Zhou Mo at the south gate inside the arena for a long time, and when they saw Zhou Mo coming with a somewhat pale face, their eyes looking at Zhou Mo were all disdainful.

How can a man be timid when he goes into battle? This man is frightened, and his face is white.

"Zhou Mo, what kind of blade armor do you need, even if you say it, the Sea Kingdom never treats soldiers badly!"

Zhou Mo turned a blind eye to these people's gazes, and just asked lightly:

"Thank you for your kindness, but Zhou Mo has a knife in his hand, you just need to tell me, who is the opponent?"

A knight who had taken off his Mithril armor and had gauze bandaged around his waist walked over, glanced at the long knife on Zhou Mo's waist, and then looked at Zhou Mo's pale face, frowned, and said:

"Are you sure you want to know?

This sentence was almost insulting, and he was afraid of telling Zhou Mo's opponent's name, so he didn't dare to fight.

Zhou Mo's dark eyes glanced at the knight, swept over the wound on his waist, did not move, and said calmly:

"I, Zhou Mo, have never been from the Sea Kingdom, and this time I only owe Her Royal Highness the princess a favor, and you can say that whether to fight or not to fight, it will not damage the reputation of the Sea Kingdom. ”

The Mithril Knight frowned, he didn't like Zhou Mo's attitude when he talked about the Sea Kingdom, but thinking that Zhou Mo was a dying person, he still said:

"The third prince of Yingyang has achieved the life of pure gold, and he has returned from the imperial capital, and he has been notified over there, this time the third prince heard that you have dealt with the golden lion, and he will personally end up!"

The third son of Eagle Yang, Zhou Mo couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth when he heard this opponent, the unlucky guy who was abolished by El Lionheart?

"The third prince of Yingyang, his injuries are healed?" Zhou Mo said with a joke, and even the Mithril Knight, who looked at Zhou Mo unpleasantly, couldn't help laughing.

"At that time, the third prince of Yingyang was already a Mithril life, and he did not damage the core of life, and he was soon healed, in fact, he didn't break an arm or leg seriously, but this thing is too ugly to say, I heard that the third prince of Yingyang is now, as long as he hears something related to the Lionheart family, he will be furious!"

Zhou Mo thought of the El Lionheart, who was as handsome as a marble sculpture, and felt a little guilty in his heart, not knowing what would happen to him when he returned to the capital.

The door was opened, two kilometers apart, Zhou Mo clearly saw that the north gate was opened at the same time, and a young man with a noble sword at his waist, dressed in a luxurious black background gold silk eagle nest pattern, slowly walked out.

His right hand was on top of the death knife on his waist, and Zhou Mo was just about to take a step, when a figure jumped down from the audience on the door, his long golden hair swaying in the sun, like a lion raising his head.

Al Lionheart!

In Al Lionheart's hand, he was also carrying an obese figure, and as his feet landed, the fat figure was thrown in front of Zhou Mo with a shake of his hand.

Zhou Mo lowered his head and glanced at the wild boar with guilt on his face.

"Boss, I'm sorry......" the boar whispered, and then buried himself on the ground and pretended to be dead, refusing to get up.

At this time, Al Lionheart, who had his back to Zhou Mo, chuckled softly:

"You're looking too highly at this boar. ”

Zhou Mo kicked away the wild boar lying on the ground and pretending to be dead, and then said seemingly indifferently:

"It was his own choice and it didn't make any difference to me. ”

Al Lionheart shook his blonde hair, looked at the old enemy at the north gate, and said:

"He's just an ordinary person, there's no need to be so harsh, after all, he's not just carrying his own head, Zhou Mo, you don't want to see a river of blood flowing in Yingyang City!"

As soon as he said this, Zhou Mo knew that the wild boar had told El Lionheart about the plan, and glanced at the wild boar, with no emotion in his black eyes.

"If you can't suppress your greedy nature, you can forgive it, but if things don't work well, he's incompetent!"

Al Lionheart seemed to have made eye contact with the third prince of Eagle Yang on the other side, and turned to look at Zhou Mo, with a smile and relief on his perfect face like a marble carving.

"Your subordinates, you handle it yourself, I'm here today to say thank you to you!"

Zhou Mo raised his chin slightly, and said coldly:

"I'm just doing my own thing, and I don't need your thanks. ”

In El Lionheart's blue eyes like the sea, the eyes that looked at Zhou Mo were simple and sincere.

"No matter who you are plotting for, from His Majesty the Emperor to countless nobles, your plan is the most worthy of thanks!"

Untied the straight knife from his back and threw it to Al Lionheart, Zhou Mo carried the death knife, turned around and left, waved his hand with his back to El Lionheart and said:

"I'm just trying to make up for some guilt on the basis of being able to save my life, since you want to thank me, let's end this grudge!"

After speaking, Zhou Mo paused and said:

"The knife is sent to you, but don't say hello three ways down, everyone is a man, why hurt each other?"

The blue eyes smiled, the arm shook slightly, and the cloak wrapped around the blade shattered into crumbs, revealing a bright and smooth straight knife.

Holding it in his hand, a majestic lion's roar echoed from the flow of El-Lionheart's bloodline, and the blonde hair was windless.

El Lionheart walked towards the center of the arena, blonde hair fluttering, and a low roar like a lion in his throat.

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