Chapter 463: A Difference of One Foot

Earlier, the Sha people really had countless doubts about Shen Moli. But after seeing so many people die in vain, they never want to see anyone who has paid for the Sand tribe die in front of their eyes.

The picture of Xiang'an slowly turning into sand is still lingering in the sea of these sand people. Because of Xiang'an's figure, in the process of reminiscing about their elders, they even thought of everything Shen Moli had done for the Sand people in the enchantment with Xiang'an's order.

The Sand Clan is weak, but they are no more ruthless than the other races of the Demon Clan. It's just that they are confined to a very small extent in that care for others, and they only care about their own blood relatives and close friends.

Their hearts are extremely small, and they have lived in the Sand Clan for many years, so that their vision can only accommodate those who care about them.

The righteousness of the Sand tribe has always been the concern of those in power among the Sand tribe.

For these ordinary Sand people, what they care about is always those loved ones who accompany them.

However, after experiencing Xiang'an, their hearts gradually changed.

The Sand Clan regarded Shen Moli as a person who was kind to them, and in the nostalgia for Xiang'an, they didn't want to see Shen Moli have an accident.

At the same moment, a hazy mist swirled around Shen Moli's body, as if thousands of hands that might hold the blade at any time touched her clothes, making Shen Moli suddenly feel a little more nervous.

In his previous life, the Giant Forest was unexpectedly shrouded in fog. In that man-made fog, countless creatures were killed unexpectedly. If it weren't for Luan Ying's timely action, I am afraid that the Cangying Giant Forest would have disappeared in that fog long ago.

Although the crisis was resolved, the shadow left by the fog in Shen Moli's heart was still completely dissipated after a lifetime.

In the mist like green smoke and tulle, a female voice similar to her came: "I am you." Why, isn't the Warcraft Covenanter in this fog, not only his eyes, but also his heart covered by the fog?"

It's not salty, it's not light, and the words that don't know why sound like they're wandering in a place that is extremely far away from Shen Moli, but it makes Shen Moli feel that the speaker is very close to him.

There was a vague figure, moving back and forth faster than the wind as she spoke. The horse was fast, making it difficult for Shen Moli to catch the other party's figure.

She silently looked at the dark shadow in the fog in front of her, and suddenly closed her eyes.

Since she couldn't capture the existence of that figure with her eyes, she used her heart and hearing to capture that person with ulterior motives!

This was a trick that Shen Moli thought of in the dense fog of the Cangying Giant Forest in her previous life, and it also allowed her to avoid countless sword blades when many strong people sneaked into the Cangshen Giant Forest through the thick fog.

Seeing Shen Moli's movements, the black shadow smiled contemptuously.

In his thick fog, he had seen many people panic and rush around, but he had also seen many people pretend to be calm and close their eyes to listen to the sound, in order to avoid his killing.

It's just that his fog is inherently poisonous, and when he is not in the fog, every breath he takes is a profound experience that is one step closer to death.

Since Shen Moli inhaled the mist, he would surely die in a few moments. Why did he bother to draw snakes and fight against Shen Moli at this time. Sitting on the fisherman's profit is his usual means!

The dazzling figure of the black shadow at this time flew around Shen Moli in all directions, just to confuse Shen Moli's hearing and hearing, so that she could stop running away in this indistinguishable reality, so as to reduce the extra energy required to trap Shen Moli.

In this land of mist, he is the ruler of all.

He has always had the final say on who he wants to live and when he will die.

This self-confidence made him laugh contemptuously after seeing Shen Moli's movements: "Hearing is not necessarily true, Warcraft Contractor, I advise you to hand over Liao Gehua to me earlier, maybe I can spare your whole corpse when I am happy." ”

In the realm of rising mist, the black shadow looked at Shen Moli as if he saw a prey that could not escape from his palm.

No matter how Shen Moli tossed, in the eyes of the black shadow, it was finally the life of inhaling countless poisonous mist between the five internal organs.

Mo didn't consume a lot of the aura of the black shadow in this land of thunder and lightning, and with his previous temperament, he had no patience to wait for Shen Moli to die slowly.

But taking a step back, Shen Moli has Liao Gehua in his hands.

Accustomed to seeing the desperate destroy those things he once wanted to plunder before he died, the black shadow was more vigilant when he treated Shen Moli at this time.

Who would have predicted that Shen Moli would destroy Liao Gehua after he knew that he was about to die? And this is what Hei Ying cares about the most.

In the midst of the superiority of the condescending position, the black shadow is constantly drifting in the thick mist. A slight moving sound fell in Shen Moli's ears, but it was like the fastest monster in the world, the court bee.

It is a kind of demon bee that likes to live under luxurious palaces, and is known for its size of only half a fingernail and the speed of the world, which even the strongest cannot match.

Court bees like to be noisy, and often like to cause some trouble in the court, plundering the elixir and jade liquid. Even if it was a tribute to the emperor's delicacies, many of them were plundered by the court bees.

There are many martial artists in the world who admire and envy the speed of the court bee, and they continue to use the appearance of the court bee when it accelerates, to practice their own travel speed, and make themselves faster than ordinary people.

It's just that although they are fast, they are not worth mentioning at all compared to the court bees.

In these years in this world, those who have one-tenth of the speed of the court bee are already very few people in the world who can catch up. But a hundred years after the previous life, the figure of the person with this speed is very easy for people to decipher by distinguishing the voice.

Shen Moli closed his eyes at this moment, forcibly enduring the suffocation caused by the fog, and calculated the time according to the source of the sound.

The fog was poisonous, she didn't know.

As the dark shadows spread the fog, she sealed her breath with an aura reversal. It's just that she hasn't broken through the god level, and the breath-holding time can't last long, and she can only have a glimmer of life if she breaks through the dense fog before the air in her body is completely consumed.

However, if you want to break this game with Shen Moli's martial arts realm at this time, it is extremely difficult. In terms of speed alone, it is really difficult for Shen Moli to really capture the figure looming in the fog.

However, with the experience he had cultivated in his previous life under the pursuit of countless strong men, Shen Moli also knew that if the black shadow had not reached a position and guessed the point where it was in advance according to the speed of the black shadow, he might be able to achieve the miraculous effect of defeating the enemy with one blow.

After listening carefully to the "whoosh-" several voices in his ears, Shen Moli slammed his Puchen sword and slashed down the blue light in the fog.

The blue light flashed in the fog, and was swallowed up by the thick fog very quickly, like hitting a ball of cotton, which had no effect at all.

Looking at the sword light that Shen Moli had slashed off, the pride in the bottom of the black shadow's heart became a little stronger.

The direction that Shen Moli cut down was a foot away from him. With such a big deviation in slashing, I still want to be able to hit him with one blow, which is really wishful thinking in the eyes of the black shadow!