Mo Zhong picked up the sword and walked outside, completely ignoring the call of Linglong behind him, now he only felt a rush of blood rushing to his head, and the burning feeling made him just want to use the sword in his hand to kill the man in black now, and avenge the innocent death in the tavern. "Wait!" Linglong grabbed Mo Zhong, and she was not slower than Mo Zhong when she performed light skills. "What are you doing?" Mo was anxious and said angrily: "I don't have time to play with you now, if I have something to say, I will talk quickly!" "I'll go with you!" "What?" Mo was shocked and didn't leave, reached out and pulled Linglong, and pulled her body towards him. "This is not the time to joke, you just stay at home, don't you have nothing? Don't forget that I am your guard, and I am responsible for your safety. "I don't care!" Linglong shouted, this time the crisis must be different, even she could smell the tension in the air. "Mozhong, I'm really worried about you, let me go with you. "No, it's not good!" Mo Zhong replied resolutely, if Linglong had three long and two short, he didn't want to see Linglong's blood splattered again.

"Let go of me!" Linglong twisted her hand and wanted to pull it out, but suddenly felt the back of her head go numb, and the whole person softened. "I'm sorry, I can't let you risk it. Mo Zhong gently watched Linglong slowly fall down, and Linglong was worried that Mo Zhong didn't use his gang qi to defend at all, so Mo Zhong easily succeeded, and knocked her unconscious with a blow of the hand knife. "Mother-in-law, I'll leave the rest to you. He nodded downward. "I'm coming! wash your neck and wait!" Mozhong roared, carving a path through the shower and speeding in the direction of the tavern. "There's no way he's going far!" Mo Zhong gripped the sword in his hand fiercely, this time, he must make it pay the price it deserves.

The dark clouds in the sky were still raining, and the sound of the rain could not hide the miserable screams, perhaps the penetrating sound had reached the limit of what people could bear, and almost everyone gave up their resistance, quietly looking at the blood red in the room, and a section of corpses. "My son!" was a mother's cry, her husband held her tightly, hid her behind her, and when he saw the fate of the person who wanted to escape, his eyes were already gray, and he had no chance of surviving, and even watched the guy trample on the bones of his own son, holding half of his arm in his mouth, and was indifferent. "Son, you go all the way!" the woman refused to give up, but was helplessly dragged by her own man, not letting her take a step forward. "What are you doing! That's our son! our son!" the woman cried, beating her own man, which was the only thing she could do. "I know, I know. The man leaned down slightly, kissed the woman, and said, "Later, you will find a place to hide, for the sake of our children, you must live." "What?" the woman looked up, her face full of tears, and looked at the man blankly, and the next second, it was goodbye.

"Brute, give me back my child's life!" the man shouted, * picked up a fork next to him, and stabbed it directly into the shoulder of the man in black, and the fork was pressed down by the man, and the iron fork head was slightly bent, but it could not enter half an inch, and could only stay on the coat of the man in black. "Giggles!" the man in black made a strange noise, chewing half an arm in his mouth, as if mocking the man's incompetence, the man's eyes were red, he simply threw away the fork, threw himself up, hugged the man in black desperately, opened his mouth and bit down. As soon as the mouth arrived, a black mist rolled out, as if it had encountered something delicious, and the man was directly turned into a dry skeleton under the roll, and he was still moving back and forth in the eyes and nostrils of the dried corpse. "Horn horn. This is the sound of half of the arm finally disappearing in the mouth of the black-clothed man, the woman hid in the corner, crying silently, what kind of sin did she do in her previous life, how could she end up with such retribution.

"Come on!" With a loud roar, the woman raised her eyes and saw that a young man in white held a long sword to cut through the rain curtain, and stabbed the man in black fiercely from top to bottom, and immediately poked the man in black in pair, and the powerful impact directly nailed the man in black to the ground. Mo Zhong had just found the trace of the man in black, and witnessed the terrifying scene of half of his arm disappearing into the mouth of the man in black, and in a fit of rage, he came directly with his sword, and pinned the man in black to the ground with a sword with the force of the downward rush. "Are you dead?" Mo Zhong whispered, still not daring to approach, the man in black was scheming, a dry bone was still hanging on the body of the man in black, and the black mist was coming in and out of his eyes, which was very strange. "Giggle!" a series of voices rang out, and the man in black slowly got up from the ground, and the sword passed directly through its body like tofu, leaving a large hole. "Isn't this dead?" Mo was shocked, a hole was made in his chest, not only did he bleed, but he also pierced directly through the hilt of the sword as if nothing happened, can't this guy die?" "Giggles!" The man in black crooked his neck and let out a strange scream, as if it really recognized Mo Zhong and was identifying him, and Mo Zhong took this opportunity to also withdraw the Meteor Sword.

"Come on!" Mo stood with his sword in his hand, and stretched out his hand to pull a sword flower. Rushing with a sword in one hand, a straight stab stabbed at the shoulder of the man in black, no matter what, he abolished his hand first! Mo Chong's sword is made of meteors, the ghost craftsman's hand, naturally it is incomparably sharp, and there are only a handful of objects that can block it, Mo Zhong looked back, and the man in black stretched out two black, pitch-black hands to hold the sword, and looked carefully, it was the white hand covered with a layer of black gas. "Strange, why is this so similar?" Mo Zhong sighed, put the sword back, quickly slashed and swept, and did his best to attack the man in black, the man in black didn't know what was going on, completely passive parry, and had no intention of fighting back at all.

The two of them hit the outside of the house and then the roof from the outside. The continuous rain on the horizon added a different color to the battle, and each blow of the ink could stir up a large splash of water, and the smell of blood in the air became even stronger, and those who smelled it wanted to gause. "Whew, whew. Mo retracted his sword, and the continuous attack also consumed a lot of his physical strength, and he had to rest. "Giggles!" The man in black let out a strange laugh, and came to Mo Chong's body quickly like lightning, Mo Chong, who had not yet reacted, did not expect that the man in black would actually take the initiative to attack, and he was grabbed by the shoulder of the man in black for a while, and flew directly out of the roof with a fierce flick, and fell into a small pond.

"Phew!" Spit out the rain in his mouth, Mo Zhong opened his blurred eyes, and all he got was a long face full of vague black gas, I don't know when he was already standing in front of Mo Chong, and was bent down to look at him quietly, the position that should have been his mouth and his entire face were all shrouded in mist, deep like a whirlpool. "Wait!" Mo Zhong was startled, and hurriedly looked carefully, under the black qi seemed to be the face of a young man, with a snow-white face, closed eyes, and a wide open mouth, if there was no black pattern attached to it, it would be a peaceful sleeping teenager. "This pattern ......" didn't wait for Mo Zhong to read it carefully, he suddenly felt a pain in his stomach, and the man in black punched him hard in the stomach, and the earth was directly cracked by the punch of the body. "Wow!" Mo Chong's throat was one day, and a mouthful of blood came out.

The earthy yellow true qi was running wildly, and this time it didn't break his spine, but only caused his five organs to displace. Coughing up a mouthful of blood, Mo Zhong was really relieved that he had practiced the martial art of Xuanwu Jian, otherwise he would have died just now. "Phew!" the man in black seemed to have gotten his favorite toy, ravaging Mo Chong's body like a sandbag, treating him as a sandbag, and Mo Zhong would definitely spit out a mouthful of blood with every punch, and after a few punches, Mo Chong's whole person lay on the ground, and the blood had stained the ground red. "I won't defeat a monster like you!" Mozhong slowly got up from the ground, making him feel a tearing pain with every movement, and he could hear the moaning of his own bones with every movement. "Is the true qi insufficient?" Mo Chong laughed miserably, he really couldn't wait for the best breakthrough period! Mo Chong closed his eyes and began to frantically squeeze the true qi in his body, and began to break through on the spot. "Giggles!" the man in black tilted his head, looked at Mo Zhong and smiled, rushed over like lightning and punched again, but was blocked by a bare hand.

"Get out of him, you monster!" Linglong gently stretched out a small hand and pointed it on the fist of the man in black, the crimson qi condensed into a pair of bird wings on Linglong's back, and the rain around it seemed to have touched some forbidden area, quickly evaporating around Linglong's body, leaving a large vacuum area. "Giggles!" The man in black tilted his head as if to observe Linglong, Linglong shook his hand, and used a force to shake the man in black away, firmly blocking in front of Mo Chong's body, and glanced at him gently, "You're here, how can I stand by?"