readx;? readx; Only the long knife slashed the ink dust, and the unbridled laughter on his face just raised half of the can't, suddenly as if struck by lightning, suddenly revealed a shocked shock, and the next moment, the 'ink dust' that was split was suddenly a burst of nothingness of psychedelia, and the big knife Yi was unhindered and slashed into the hard floor, until this moment, everyone found that the 'ink dust did not shed a drop of blood. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"It's not good, kid makes a fool" his scalp was numb, his lips trembled like a leaky wind, and then his wings shook wildly, and he didn't even have time to retract the long knife that had slashed into the floor, so he wanted to retreat in shock.

And at this moment, everyone has already reflected, because the 'ink dust' that was split began to dissipate like a cloud of smoke and slowly dissipated, and they all understood in horror that this should be an afterimage.

Everyone's faces were like tides in the sea, sometimes worried and afraid, sometimes frightened, although they didn't know how Mochen disappeared strangely, but everyone understood that this time it was impossible to estimate the price to be paid for carelessness.

He couldn't think of retreating, but the moment the thought of retreating just arose, the void on the right side suddenly vibrated like water waves, and then suddenly flashed Mo Chen's white-robed smiling cheeks, and before he could figure out what was going on, Mo Chen's arm was already about to touch his neck, and after his body covered his unable sight, a wide giant sword appeared in his palm at some point, and stabbed him in the heart in his panicked gaze.

"......Click!" The soul seemed to be frightened by the ghosts of hell, and he couldn't struggle desperately in Mo Chen's arms, but there was an abnormal feeling of emptiness in his heart, and soon he could only make a hoarse sound in his throat, and the result of the fading of life was that the exercises in his body stopped working, and the black wings behind him slowly dissipated, and the dead pupils stared at Mo Chen's face fiercely, as if to remember, as if asking him how to do it.

But with a faint smile on the young man's face, as the giant sword inserted into his heart was withdrawn, and under the blood jet, even if he was a strong chemical martial artist, he finally felt the dimness of the end of his life, and his dirty flesh trembled spasmodically a few times, and he slipped out of Mo Chen's arms weakly, and with a dull sound, he fell heavily to the ground.

Mutter......!

In the entire hall, there was a deathly silence, everyone stared at the falling floor in disbelief, and there was no place to be afraid of being able to kill it when it was red with blood, and the heart and brain seemed to be suffocating, at this moment, even Qing Yao, who was still crazy about his luck just now, had been completely dyed with death, and the strong man of the three stars of the dignified chemical martial arts meant that he was killed by a young man in a few breaths, such a strange speed and incredible end was enough to deter any martial artist, including the strong man in the late stage of chemical weapons, not to mention the Qing Yao, who was only one star of chemical weapons, and even Qingyao who could not be killed。

"Hehe, Elder Qingyao, it's your turn, shouldn't I put you at the end, that's the finale, even if some people cultivate higher than you, I won't give him a chance" Turning around slowly, Mo Chen shook off the blood-stained Demon Guardian Sword, faint and even with a hint of a kind voice, and finally pulled Qing Yao back from shock, but at this moment, he didn't feel Mo Chen's flat smile, but under this abnormal laughter, he shivered a few times.

"You, you can't kill Mo Chen, you can't kill me, I'm the fourth elder of the Yunting Sect, a chemical martial arts powerhouse of the same generation as the sect master, if I die, the Yunting Sect will definitely not let you go!" Qing Yao retreated in panic, his gray face was full of defeat and wanted to wring out a trace of the momentum of the four elders of the Yunting Sect, but under Mo Chen's smiling gaze, the tone was no different from begging for mercy, and the arc of the depressed figure made everyone in the hall feel relieved, and at the same time, he cast the most admiring gaze at this suddenly killed Mo Chen.

In this Qi Refining Continent, who can kill a three-star chemical martial arts powerhouse in a few breaths, and who can use the power of slashing chemical weapons to shake another chemical martial force to the ground, I think and if there is really such a person, it is also a strong person who has cultivated to reach the peak of the peak realm, but standing in front of them, it is clearly a ten-year-old young man who looks horizontally and vertically, even if he swallows the elixir to maintain his face, everyone believes that Mo Chen's age is not too big, that is, this is not a big age, but at this moment, the four elders of Yunting Sect are about to be scared.

"Elder Qingyao, I see that you are really getting more and more confused, do you seem to have killed so many lackeys of the Yunting Sect for my Mo Chen, just want you to beg me for mercy is so simple, the four elders, don't forget that there are still many people here, but don't lose the face of the top forces of the Yun Ting Sect, presumably when the time comes, it will not be so easy for you to die" Mo Chen smiled slightly, a trace of coldness lifted on his face, and he sneered" How about it, do you want to be killed by me now, and then carry a Yunting Sect heroic martyr's tablet, or wait for the matter to reach the ears of the old thief of Yunhai, and let him torture you to death with his own hands!"

"Mofa! You are talking nonsense, don't deceive people too much" Qing Yao's face twitched fiercely, if Mo Chen didn't say such a thing just now, he might still have the face to return to the sect, with his three-inch incorruptible tongue to move the sect to raise troops to strangle the Mo family, but Mo Chen openly said nonsense about the glory of the sect in front of everyone, this time even if he can really escape back, he will definitely be slapped to death by the big man of the sect who heard the rumors, for the ruthlessness of the Yunting Sect, he Qing Yao knows very well, even if the god is caught by them, he will be tortured to the point that there are no bones left, not to mention that he is only a star of chemical weapons.

Now the battle is not to escape, all of this is given by this hateful young man! Qing Yao's face is uncertain, his eardrums are like being entangled by thousands of demons, his pupils are congested so that the figures in the entire hall become overlapped, and the face that originally had some human forms is finally under the heavy pressure, and a terrifying blood red suddenly emerges, only to listen to the roar of the sky and spit out sticky blood.

"Ah, Mo Chen, you devil, why do you have to come to me every time the old man wants to stand up and make a big effort, I must kill you......" Qing Yao roared wildly, his body was filled with monstrous vitality, and his cloak exuded a sense of directionlessness rushing towards Mo Chen, such a crazy appearance, obviously on the verge of madness.

Mo Chen didn't move, because Chu Xiongcheng, who had already refined the pill behind him, had already opened his eyes with a pair of angry eyes, and the long sword beside him blew to Qing Yao's side like a whirlwind, and stabbed into his heart fiercely, his palm trembled and held the stiff Qing Yao's throat, the corners of Chu Xiongcheng's bloodstained lips burst into a satisfied laugh, and the sword in his hand stabbed into the heart again, staring at the wilted pupils with angry eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Old horseman, go to death, I owe my Chu family's blood debt for you"