A pair of slender and beveling red eyes, just through the airless that turned into nothingness, the giant python found the terrifying sword qi that shot out, and it was too late to spray its dissolved venom, the unicorn golden python turned its head sharply, trying to dodge this fatal blow, but the sword qi was too fast, and it was cut on its left side of the head in an instant.

With a tearing sound of a sharp knife grinding iron, the blade of the fatal sword qi slashed at the head of the unicorn golden python, sparks splashed everywhere, the giant python roared, and the small half of the snake's head had been slashed in the air, and blood spurted down like a pillar.

Seeing that the unicorn golden python was about to fall in the roar, Mo Chen's hand Wei Demon Sword danced again, under the golden horn on the head of the giant python, with a light turn of his hand, the golden horn was cut up with the flesh, and the ink dust in his hand was put into the ring without looking at it, and the long sword in his hand shook his head vigilantly, seeing that no other demonic beasts were attacking, Mo Chen was relieved, but as soon as he was relieved, the vitality consumed a huge amount of ink dust, and he almost lost his strength and fell off the Eagle Lion Beast.

Tightened up, Mo Chen swallowed with difficulty, didn't care about wiping off the dirty blood on his body, and listened to the fight on the Golden Retriever's side as if he had just stopped, and asked in an uneasy voice, "Brother Jin, can you still stand it?"

The reason why he was uneasy was because Hei Chen heard a muffled snort just now, the demonic beast would not make such a sound, and he didn't have to think about it to know that it was a golden retriever, and he didn't know what a terrible demonic beast he encountered, which could actually make the chemical martial arts powerhouses hurt.

Mo Chen thanked God in his heart, this terrible demonic beast did not come to his side, although the one-horned golden python was terrible, but he would rather come to ten one-horned golden pythons than to come to any fourth-level demonic beast, if it was really the four-given demonic beast found him, then he didn't have any power to fight back.

The third and fourth levels are already considered to be a large water divider, and it is barely possible for Mo Chen to kill the third level, or he still has the advantage of the Demon Guardian Sword, and he also found that these demonic beasts that were killed by himself were like crazy, and the rules of this kind of demonic beasts were already a little chaotic when they fought, so he was even more advantageous.

The wielded Demon Guardian Sword killed a few low-level demonic beasts again, and after waiting for a while, he didn't hear the Golden Retriever's response, and Mo Chen was about to scream again, when the Golden Retriever's gritted teeth and scolded voice came, "Don't mention it, my grandmother's Jin Ye I will do it with it today, Brother Mo Chen, you take care of yourself, and when I solve this side, I will go over to help ......"

As soon as the voice was broken, the dull sound of attack sounded again, and in this overwhelming roar, Mo Chen could no longer hear whether it was the Golden Retriever attacking or the demonic beast attacking him. But it's good to know that the golden retriever can still curse, as long as he doesn't die, Mo Chen doesn't believe that this monster can still step on them for the rest of his life.

I didn't ask more, and there was a monster that discovered him, Mo Chen's hands were merciless, and the sword of the Guardian Demon Sword was full of sword energy during the dance, and in the bursts of roars, he frequently harvested the lives of the monsters, and in this crazy slaughter, he encountered some good materials or magic cores, and he would take great pains to receive them into the ring.

"Huh...... is pressed so badly, it should be regarded as collecting some interest" Put away a magic core again, Mo Chen smiled with difficulty, such a high-intensity battle, even if it is strong in the sky, the vitality in his body has reached the time when the oil is exhausted.

Even if he ran the exercises to the fastest, he wouldn't be able to make up for this powerful consumption. Looking at the still dark sky, the roaring roar did not weaken in the slightest, but saw several huge demonic beasts over his head, and Mo Chen retracted it dangerously, so he didn't dare to look at it more.

Now I found that he was basically some low-level demonic beasts that had drilled under the Gripenmon, and even so, he had already exhausted his vitality to deal with it, and if he attracted more powerful ones because of curiosity, it would really be the end of the game.

The whole earth was shattered by this crazy trampling force, and the ravines were turned upside down, and when I looked at it, I couldn't see the appearance of the forest before.

At that time, Mo Chen was mixed with blood, the black cloak was already very tattered, and several extremely deep wounds could be seen from the hole, just casually sprinkled some healing medicine, and the pain of the tear made Mo Chen cough up several mouthfuls of stuffed blood in his mouth.

The severe blood loss made his eyebrows heavier and heavier, and he was shocked, shaking his head to endure and not letting himself faint and sleep, but he found that the effect was not too great, he was too tired after killing for so long, and now it was not only a matter of exhaustion of vitality, but also the muscles of the mixed body had been weak and sore.

Only Chengwu two-star him, it is already a miracle that he can survive to this point, he doesn't know how many demonic beasts he has killed along the way, internal injuries and external injuries have long been biased Zhou Feng, in addition to reminding him of "fighting" in his heart, there are really not many things that can support him to persevere.

Mo Chen's deep brows furrowed, understanding that it was not a way to go on like this, maybe it would not be the Demon Beast that killed him, but his own death. At this moment, the thought of entering a tower resurfaced in his heart.

The vitality is exhausted, and the physical strength has also dropped to the limit, in such a battle, he may not even be able to kill a first-level demonic beast, and only by hiding first, saving his life is the most important thing. However, the golden retriever is on the side, and it is impossible for Mo Chen to leave him alone, although he doesn't think that he is a hero and can't be a hero in the Qi refining world, but he still has his own rules for doing things. It is impossible to betray your friends and escape alone.

"If you can't save it, then I'll fight with you until the last moment!" A chic smile rose from the corner of his lips, Mo Chen roared, biting the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of essence blood spurted out, frantically stimulating the power in his body. I felt that the essence blood in my body was burning wildly, a stream of pure energy poured into the four branches of my body, Mo Chen's eyes exploded, and the originally dim Demon Guardian Sword in his hand once again let out a 'Weng Weng' roar, and in this dark world of demons, he fell into a crazy battle again.

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The sun carries a hint of the fragrance of crushed grass and trees, the air is very fresh, and from a distance comes the white flocculent like a dandelion, and when the wind slows down, it falls on a face full of dirt.

Wrinkled his nose, Mo Chen's eyes slowly opened, feeling that he was lying on the soft leaves, the warm sun was sprinkled, and before he had time to appreciate it, he felt the tearing pain coming from everywhere on his body, and his lips tore and inhaled several breaths of cold air, and Mo Chen understood that the battle under the forest was over.

Although he was horribly injured, there was no trace of frustration on his face, except for the tearing pain that made him breathe cold air from time to time, his face looked very calm, after all, although he was not dead, he was also seriously injured, which was basically equivalent to not dying and not living, the bitterness and sweetness were half each, and Mo Chen was more concerned about how to adapt to this sore and mixed body