Chapter Twenty-Seven: Accidents

Mo Long's instantaneous retreat saved his life, and his steel mask was torn apart by the fierce qi blade, shattering into two pieces and smashing into the ground. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Nushan could still see that face clearly in the dark night.

He knew the man.

He changed color, obviously not expecting the rumored disability to stand in front of him in such a situation, and even blocked his move.

But the astonishment was only a matter of moments, and the burly man soon burst into a sinister laugh: "I thought it was who--it turned out to be a cripple of the Field family--no, Lord Duke." ”

He bit the word duke coldly, and put his sword at his side, but for a while, he didn't mean to come up again.

His tone, however, was sarcastic and cruel: "I know why you are dealing with us—that sister of yours, I remember...... It's called Andrea, right? A spellcaster, a noble daughter, it's the first time in my life that I've been a 'big man', and it tastes really good......"

"Shut up. ”

Mo Long took a step forward slightly, his hand holding the sword was slightly numb, but he felt the blood in his body boiling slightly because of such a passage.

At that moment, he wanted to kill this person, sending the sword in his hand into the other party's heart, cutting precisely inward from the edge of the opponent's heart, killing this person little by little in the other party's wailing and despair.

As long as the control is accurate, there will only be a little bit of blood at the beginning, and with the cutting, it will eventually become a blowout.

Mo Long took a deep breath and looked at this person coldly and indifferently in the darkness, and that thought was growing from the bottom of his heart, growing like a weed, and gradually becoming an unshakable bloodthirsty thought.

That was an extremely cruel method.

But instead he took a step back again, no matter how much he wanted to send the pitch-black knife in his hand into the other party's heart, but at the moment, the gap in strength was impossible to surpass, and he chose to resist the other party now, and it must be him who died.

On the opposite side of Mo Long, the burly man saw Mo Long's anger, and he laughed even more unscrupulously, and his crazy laughter echoed in the corridor: "I remember, she still called your name - but unfortunately, at that time, your brother, who was hoped for by her, was not shrinking in the shadows and shivering?"

Mo Long took a deep breath, and above the sky, a full moon named Ares hung in the sky, reflecting his pale and handsome face with a bit of fierce hideousness.

His bleeding hand clenched the black sword three times.

Caesar noticed this detail, and he laughed even more unscrupulously, looking down at the tiny human in front of him, and sneering, "You want to kill me?"

He walked step by step over the darkness and the earth, walked up to the pale-faced young man, and said, "Come, kill me, avenge your sister—to tell you the truth, I don't want to kill your sister, that's the best woman I've ever tasted, tsk, that feeling of rebellion......"

Mo Long's patience reached its limit at this moment, his anger crushed his reason, he took a breath, raised his pitch-black long sword, and stabbed at the burly man in front of him.

And Nushan Caesar swept his arm at this moment, and in the white light, he easily threw Lin Mo away, causing the man to hit the wall behind him directly, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

The burly man laughed wildly, his eyes were full of bloodthirsty, he inserted his Hidden Blade into the ground, slowly raised his hand, and faced Mo Long who was already sitting on the ground, and in his palm, a white light gradually emerged.

Blow, only in the next moment.

Mo Long raised his head, his eyes blood-red as he looked at the light in the palm of the man's raised hand.

He knew that he was impulsive, and the consequence of impulsiveness was death, death without suspense.

This is this world, which is similar to the peaceful twenty-one world where Moron once lived, but it is more cruel and cruel than it.

But Mo Long didn't regret it, neither he nor the soul of the dead man in this body.

However, at this moment, the burly man with a grim smile on his face and a condensed light in his palm suddenly changed his face and turned back like lightning.

Mo Long was slightly stunned.

And Nushan Caesar threw the energy light cluster that was supposed to kill Mo Long directly into the air with his backhand.

Mo Long's gaze followed the bright white light upward.

Then, our Mr. Traveler saw that in the sky, a fierce black figure slashed from the sky, and the weapon in his hand that resembled a horse cleaver directly tore the light in mid-air, and the figure smashed like a cannonball at the burly man who had just been invincible.

Nushan let out an angry howl, and he raised his hands, and his Hidden Blade slammed out, brazenly colliding with the figure.

At that moment, Mo Long even had the feeling that a comet had hit the earth, and the sound of gold and iron resonating loudly, but the deeper battle collapsed in all directions in the form of a shock wave.

For the first time, the burly man retreated, and he did not lift his step, but was forced back by the terrifying force, pulling two vertical and horizontal ravines above the ground.

And the "person" who suddenly killed the entrance fell in front of Mo Long's eyes.

It was a "man" wearing a black cloak, his whole body was shrouded in a black cloak, but his body was even larger and burly than the Nu Mountain, and when it lifted its feet, what emerged from the cloak was a leg with dark green skin.

Obviously, this guy with his head and tail is not human.

Mo Long knew that this was a world of magic and swords, with many races and things that he couldn't imagine, but he was really shocked, he never thought that his mortal situation would be broken by such an obviously inhuman creature.

And that "man"—or monster—was facing the Nu Mountain, but he was slightly bowed, his huge body half-arched, and his voice was cold and slightly hoarse, but he was talking to Mo Long.

"My lord, I'm late - I thought you wanted to do it yourself, but I miscalculated your injuries. ”

The "monster" slowly straightened up, and in the depths of the hood, a pair of scarlet pupils lit up.

"In that case, my subordinates are offended, and I would like to take this head for you. ”

Mo Long looked at this burly figure who was almost three meters tall with a stunned expression.

And on the opposite side of this "person", Nushan Caesar, who was facing all the pressure, the sneer and hideousness on his face gradually turned into a certain solemnity.

The muscles on the man's face twitched, and he looked at the other man's scarlet eyes and slowly spat out the noun.

"Akamund. ”

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