The cold light was like a wall of storms, crushing towards the surroundings, and wherever the cold light went, the twelve soul-devouring warriors of the Mei family with their bare hands suddenly bloomed countless blood flowers all over their bodies, plopping and plopping, and eight people fell in a row, all of them were pierced or injured to the point, and there were still four people left, with colors hanging all over their bodies, and blood flowed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Bastard, I'm going to kill you. ”

Seeing the bloody hellish scene in the center, he immediately pounced on Mo Zifan like a madman, and no longer continued to hide behind him, for the family, the Lingyun Realm warrior is almost as dead as a chicken, duck and goose, but the Soul Devouring Realm warrior is different, he has risen to the level of pigs, cows and dogs, and has a certain role and status, and he has lost eight dogs at once, and it is not easy to get along with him when he returns home.

"It's a hard idea, don't keep your hands. "Mo Zifan's thousands of phantoms, not only did not repel everyone's determination to attack, but instead accelerated the pace of the attack, the people of the Mei family before actually underestimated Mo Zifan, otherwise they would not have been tricked.

But now everyone has been stimulated by Mo Zifan's body, the unwarranted 'space artifact', and immediately each took out his own weapons, no longer leaving his hands, and suddenly attacked Mo Zifan directly with knives, guns and sticks.

The color of banging, the sound of swords, guns and sticks colliding, and the sound of spiritual power colliding, one after another, resounded throughout the cave.

Seeing this scene, Mo Zifan was also miserable at this time, there were attacks everywhere, he could only cast the phantom of ten thousand swords again and again, and when he saw the opportunity, he chased and beat hard, and suddenly several people fell down and smashed his hand, and there were thirty people on the field, among them, Mei Qiyu, a handsome young man from the Cang family, a fierce young man from the Ancient Academy, and a woman in black from the Seven Treasure Pavilion, these four people were the most difficult, and all four of them were high-level soul devourers.

Mo Zifan in the transformed state, although he could kill any of them alone, but the four of them joined together, and suddenly had the feeling that he was facing Yuan Maoren at the beginning, if it wasn't for the incomparably sharp Ten Thousand Sword Phantom, he would have died tragically.

Mo Zifan retreated directly, constantly pushing towards the exit, and at this moment, he suddenly felt a tingling pain in his brain, the cold ice sword in his hand suddenly slowed down, he was slashed in the back, and his chest was whipped with a long whip, and his ribs were suddenly broken twice, and his face turned slightly pale. Mo Zifan looked at Mei Qiyu who was looking at him viciously on the periphery, knowing that it was her black hand, the cold ice sword in both hands, stabbed out violently, and killed the opponent's two Soul Devouring Beginner Warriors, for more than ten minutes in a row, constantly casting ten thousand sword shadows, and also resisting the opponent's attack.

As the saying goes, two fists are hard to beat four hands, and a tiger is difficult to resist wolves, Mo Zifan has this feeling now, the sword in his hand suddenly feels heavier and heavier, and the speed is getting slower and slower, and wounds begin to appear on his body.

"Sue, what kind of thing did Brother Mo do that people and gods are angry about? Why did everyone beat him? Alas, Brother Mo is not that I don't help you, but that I am not strong enough, rest assured that I will collect the body for you. At the entrance of the passage in the distance, a pair of eyes were revealed in the darkness, and Lang Yilang, who was really left behind by Mo Zifan, looked at the center of the field with round eyes at this time.

"Huh, the bastard who doesn't pull out a dime is also here?" Lang Ichiro, who was really looking around, suddenly found that in the left passage, there was also a thin man in black, his eyes were shining, and he was salivating and looking at the golden thing in front of him, Lang Ichiro's eyes turned around, looking at the situation Mo Zifan This is the rhythm of defeat, although Mo Zifan bullied himself to death, but now that he saw the other party in trouble, he suddenly had an urge to rush out, but he also knew that he had a few catties and a few taels, and his eyes rolled, and there was a hint of a wicked smile on his face.

Mo Zifan deeply understood that it would be over if he didn't escape, so he fought and retreated, retreating to the entrance of the passage before coming, but more than 20 people surrounded themselves to death, and there was a high-level powerhouse of Soul Devouring in all four directions.

At this moment, I suddenly felt that my eyes were white, countless dust appeared, and my eyes were almost fascinated.

"Brother Mo, run, I'm Hai Dafu to save you. Lang Ichiro said with a sharp voice.

This white powder turned into a completely indiscriminate attack from his hand, and Mo Zifan suddenly swooped out, breaking through the bucket-like defense line and rushing into the darkness.

Lang Ichiro's voice made a thin figure in the darkness almost miss the wall.

"Hai Dafu, I remember you, chase me. ”

Mei Qiyu saw that Mo Zifan was actually rescued, and the other party still left his name, but she didn't expect it to be a member of the Hai family, so she immediately said viciously, and then chased Mo Zifan away.

When everyone left, a cry came from the darkness: "Oh my God, it's that bastard who framed Lao Tzu, fuck your mother, it's over, it's dead." ”

This person is Hai Dafu, who was stolen by Lang Yilang, and just now he heard Mei Qiyu's vicious voice, and he wanted to move his head.

"Wow, a lot of gold coins, I love you to death, hum, you can't live your life, you can't do without money. Suddenly, he crawled on the gold coin with a look of intoxication, completely forgetting that he looked like a dead pig just now.

"You can't run away, bastard. ”

Mo Zifan ran out of the gate of the secret realm with all his might, and as soon as he got off the Dry Bone Mountain, there was an angry howl of Mei Qiyu and others behind him, chasing after Mo Zifan, at this time, everyone knew that if Mo Zifan was allowed to run, the spiritual liquid and space artifacts would be very troublesome to capture, after all, if the other party was hiding in a corner, where would they find it when the time came, and it would be difficult to let others know and know this information.

Mo Zifan endured the severe pain all over his body, the speed of his feet did not decrease, the blood in his mouth flowed, he was panting, and his face was pale, this was the most embarrassing time in his history.

Soon came to the island, hurriedly got on a wind boat, pulled the sail, and suddenly the wind boat rode away.

After a while, more than 20 people behind him also hurriedly sat on the giant boat of Huya, the sails were fully opened on three sides, and the speed suddenly soared, getting closer and closer to Mo Zifan, Mo Zifan could only be anxious about this, and was ready to jump into the lake, but the lake may not be safe, just when Mo Zifan was in a dilemma, a black shadow suddenly appeared in the sky in front of him.

"Wow!" an eagle chirped through the sky.

When Mo Zifan saw that it was the third brother Mihawk, he was immediately overjoyed, only to see Mihawk's figure fold, cross an arc, claws and claws, pounce on Mo Zifan, grab Mo Zifan and go away.

Seeing that Mo Zifan was rescued by Mihawk, Mei Qiyu was like an ant on a hot pot, and said angrily to the high-level elite young man who was the leader of the Ancient Academy: "Xue Changhong, what are you waiting for? ”

"Yu'er, don't worry, he can't escape from the palm of my hand!"

Xue Changhong's face showed a hint of admiration, and then the spiritual power of his whole body surged, and a one-person-high golden giant bow appeared out of thin air, with a bow and no string, composed of spiritual power, Hao Ran is the owner of the ability of the Qimen system.

"Changhong Arrow, come!"

Xue Changhong roared, and the spiritual power in his body was agitated, and suddenly a golden light appeared in the palm of his right hand, which gradually lengthened and turned into a virtual arrow, and then his right hand was pulled back and loosened, and suddenly the golden arrow broke through the air.

"Wow!"

Mihawk, who was rising, suddenly trembled, his body was pierced by golden light, and the golden speed was so fast that he didn't even have time to react.