"This old boy is so fast!"

The essence of Lin Mochen's eyes skyrocketed, and his mental power was urged to the maximum, and the energy on his hands was gathered, shaking the air around him.

However, the bat slave was not only faster than the speed of flight, but also the movements of his hands were three points faster, and when Lin Mochen just reacted, two iron claws had already appeared on his chest.

In his hurry, he could only block with two hands.

Flutter!

Almost instantly, there were a few more holes in his hands, and the white bones inside were faintly visible.

"Ahh

The bat slave screamed miserably and retreated, his hands were bloody, and he couldn't tell whether it was Lin Mochen's blood or his own.

He looked down at his hands, reached out and pulled the remaining nails off them, and then telekinesis drove out two throwing knives.

"At a young age, I still play sneak attacks, and it seems that I have survived to dogs. ”

Lin Mochen said sarcastically unceremoniously, with murderous intent in his eyes.

Some of the frightened bat slaves were a little afraid.

He's good at speed, but that doesn't mean he's not physically strong. Especially a pair of iron armor under the tempering of filthy qi, the peak of the ordinary Zombie Realm may not be able to withstand it.

And the little zombie in front of him, who has been a general for six generations, was only injured by some flesh and skin, and even injured himself.

"Young master, the little one is not his opponent. ”

The bat slave confessed to Dry Star Luo for the first time, and the strength in his hands surged, and soon new nails grew, but the color on them was much lighter. If you want to recover to the peak, it is indispensable to temper for a long time.

"Hopefully don't let me down. ”

Dry Xingluo's voice seemed to have a kind of magic power, which made Lin Mochen's eyes focus on her.

"Damn, it looks like I'm really thirsty, and even an enemy attracts me so much. They all say that they have been a soldier for three years, and the sow is a sable cicada, and I don't know how long I have been dead. ”

"Boy, don't be too happy, the young master's strength is countless stronger than mine, I hope you can survive. There was hatred in the mantat slave's eyes.

"Let's go down. Dry Xingluo said without emotion, and the momentum on his body became stronger and stronger.

The bat slave didn't dare to say more, glanced at Lin Mochen with resentment in his eyes, and retreated behind the ten companions.

Feeling the momentum of the other party, the emotion in Lin Mochen's eyes instantly suppressed and looked at Dry Xingluo.

"Xiao Linzi, be careful, the other party is a drought bloodline, and he has a strong advantage in the yang evil side. ”

Lord Mingling not only reminded him, but also said a lot of related things, but they were all small things.

The Drought Bloodline is only a middle-grade bloodline, but it is powerful, even comparable to a high-grade bloodline, and there are great benefits hidden in it.

Naturally, this kind of thing will attract a lot of people, but there is no way to get it.

The physique is the expression of heaven and earth's love for the darling, and the bloodline is a gift from the ancestors to the children and grandchildren.

Unlike the system, which is coveted by tens of thousands of people, the bloodline contains the will of the ancestors, once it can't bear it, it will naturally end up being swallowed by the bloodline, and naturally no one will make up their minds.

"You and I have no enmity, point to ......"

"This battle is life and death!" Dry Xingluo's words interrupted Lin Mochen.

When she said this, her eyes were slightly closed, and there was no solemnity in her voice, which made people feel extremely weird.

"He has concerns?"

Lin Mochen didn't know why he felt this way, so he looked at the other party carefully.

Dressed in red, it is familiar, but the color is more vivid, and there is a feeling of burning fire.

This countenance......

The thoughts in my mind were extinguished at once, this face, this kind of temperament, I have never seen it at all!

Just when he hesitated, Dry Xingluo opened his eyelids, revealing two fiery red eyes, and the momentum of his body was even stronger.

Lin Mochen, who was still idle to observe, changed his face instantly.

The breath just now was actually like a flame being sucked into the nasal cavity, and even burned the lungs.

The heavy sword instantly appeared in his hand, and the flying knife in his hand still stayed in his arm.

As soon as the Yinque Sword appeared, Lin Mochen slowly gained more power on his body, stretching out the scorching aura.

The sword momentum is triggered.

The moves in "Liuyun Sword Technique" were introduced, and the Liuyun sword intent was added to the Yinque Sword, covering up the true sword momentum.

The Sword Spirit Ether Chong, who was originally resting and recovering, woke up in an instant, and asked in surprise, "Boy, have you used the Silver Que Sword so soon?"

As soon as the question came out, his voice immediately changed.

"Why did you get into trouble? Can't you live a little safer?"

Lin Mochen ignored him, but stared at the other party tightly.

"Yes, it didn't disappoint me, and I hope it's something this time. ”

Dry Xingluo felt Lin Mochen's breath, and there was a potential in it that she couldn't ask for.

"Life and death? I only have a trace of the power of the potential, and whether I can help you or not depends on your creation. ”

"I only have three swords. ”

Dry Xingluo still wanted to say more, but this time Lin Mochen didn't give him another chance.

"Vertical momentum!"

There was an extra layer of earthy yellow light on the silver sword, and it had a tendency to become more and more intense.

The emotion in Dry Xingluo's eyes disappeared, and he solemnly raised his fists, with a golden yang power on them, scorching the air.

The oblique silver sword was lifted from the ground, and the sword technique of "Nine Heavens and Eighteen Strikes" was used, which corresponded to the momentum of the ground.

The rest are still the upper que, the power of the nine heavens, and the middle que, the power of heaven and earth.

A small mountain bag phantom nine feet high and three feet wide appeared on the heavy sword.

Instead of dodging, Xingluo flew up.

So fast!

Lin Mochen was surprised in his heart, this speed was not inferior to that of a bat slave at all.

Syllable!

Almost without succession, Dry Xingluo flew back upside down in an instant, and even withdrew a few miles away, with a trace of confusion in his eyes.

With such a force, there was no chance of repelling him, even if she only used fifty percent of her strength.

The bat slave's heart tightened, but when he saw that the person in front of him did not move, he forcibly calmed down.

"Xiao Linzi's sword is so strong!"

Although the three of them are close people, they definitely will not despise Dry Xingluo. The other party is a figure who has been famous for thousands of years, and he is still suppressing a generation.

Lin Mochen didn't look at the other party's situation, and the silver sword that he had just swung out crossed a strange arc and returned to the position just now.

The second sword, out!

It is almost the same as the previous sword, and the speed, angle, and strength can all refer to the first sword.

As if he was fine, he raised his two fists again, and the power of the flames above slowly faded, and the power above did not weaken in the slightest, and the air almost burned.

The power of yang evil is no less than the existence of the top ten on the alien fire list.

Almost the same as the first move, Dry Xingluo took the initiative to meet it.

The power of the fist and the Liuyun sword move collided again.

No one thought that Dry Star Luo would fly out like the first time, but the real scene surprised them even more.

Fist, less than half a point.

The sword move did not disappear.

Eerie stalemate!