Chapter 141 Killing

The pale young man stared at the middle of the field without blinking. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

So powerful?

Originally, he was still a little dissatisfied with Mo Qing for letting him stop as soon as he came up, but after seeing the momentum of Mo Qing's move, the unhappiness in his heart immediately disappeared.

This person is really capable!

Under the close gaze of the young man, the short spear burst out with brilliant brilliance, and with a terrifying whistling sound, slammed into the claws of a green light.

"Poof!poof!poof!poof!"

A rapid crash sounded one after another as soon as the two came into contact.

In an instant, I don't know how many times they hit.

The light that burst out from the front of the short spear was shaken by the white cat's claws like a raging storm, and the forward trend was also blocked.

"It's so powerful, can this be blocked?" Mo Qing thought with some amazement in his heart.

When the man in black used this spear, he only had to dodge, so why couldn't he use it when it was his turn?

Can a cat resist hard?

If Mo Qing could think about the gap between himself and the man in black at this time, and then think about the gap between the white cat and himself, he wouldn't have such a feeling.

One is the twelfth layer of the Qi Refining Period at the peak of the early stage of foundation building, and the other is the first-order demon beast that is higher than himself at the twelfth layer of the Qi Refining Period.

The gap between the cultivators is all here, how can there be a situation like before.

However, Mo Qing didn't care about these now, he was bent on trying the power of the new magic weapon, and after seeing that he didn't get the results he wanted under the blow of the short spear, his heart moved, and he immediately made a different change.

The short spear that was confronting the white cat suddenly paused suddenly, and suddenly there was a sound, and the spear blade actually stretched out a foot forward!

The spear that suddenly swelled broke through the defense line that the white cat had tried so hard to form.

With a miserable cat meow, half of the blood-stained cat's paw fell to the ground.

The piercing cat meow, as if with some kind of breathtaking function, after this terrible cry reached his ears, Mo Qing's body couldn't help shaking, but then returned to normal.

The young man who retreated to the edge of the courtyard wall was in a bad place, and his face, which was already pale, suddenly became bloodless, and the man shook a little, and leaned limply against the wall.

A few ordinary people outside the door who still refused to leave, and were trembling at the door looking inside, were even more unbearable, and fell directly to the ground.

Taking advantage of Mo Qing's stunned efforts, the white cat, whose long cry had not yet ended, suddenly broke away from the attack range of the short spear and rushed towards another part of the courtyard.

The eyes that had always been like ghostly fires were full of bloodthirsty light, and the four sharp fangs of the cracked mouth flickered with a chilling light all over the body.

It was about to run away, but instead of running away, it ran at the young man who was leaning limply against the courtyard wall, as if preparing to kill the guy who had stopped it from killing in the first place.

Just as the white cat didn't expect Mo Qing's short spear to suddenly become longer, Mo Qing also didn't expect that this damn cat's sudden howl after being injured could actually attack people's spirits.

Although he was slightly affected, and his body only shook slightly before recovering, the white cat took advantage of the slightest pause in the short spear and ran out of the battle group.

After seeing the white cat's next move, Mo Qing couldn't help but be surprised.

The young man was in a state of confusion at this time, and the peachwood sword fell to the ground, and if he was rushed to his side by the white cat, there would be a chance of survival.

Although it was only the first time he met him, Mo Qing didn't want to let him die like this.

I didn't have time to think about it at the moment, and when my fingers moved, the short spear stained with a trace of blood let out a buzzing sound, and it suddenly turned in the air and chased after the white cat.

The young man seemed to feel a kind of crisis, and at this time he woke up from his dazed state.

However, the situation was not very good, and the moment he woke up, he saw a large mouth full of blood.

He wanted to dodge, but his body kept calling, not because he was stupid, but because of the white cat's whistling just now.

"It's over, Master is wrong this time, I'm going to return to my place. ”

The young man thought with some sadness.

The foul-smelling mouth, which had almost reached his face, slammed shut with a tooth-aching click.

Then the mouth flashed before its eyes.

As an even more miserable cat meow came, a stream of warm blood poured on his face.

However, this time there was no soul-stirring energy in the scream, so he was still awake.

Blood entered the eyes, so everything was blood-red.

In the hazy glow of blood, he saw the short spear that shimmered with blood follow the wounded white cat out of the high wall.

The man, who looked several years younger than himself, glanced at him and ran out of the gate as fast as he could.

"Master's help is so fierce?!"

The young man, who had regained his strength, picked up the corner of his clothes that had not yet been stained with blood, quickly wiped his eyes, and then casually picked up the peachwood sword on the ground, and ran towards the door without paying attention to the bloody blood on his face.

On the way, he heard a few more miserable cries, and his heart tightened, and he couldn't help but speed up.

The white cat spirit and Mo Qing didn't run far, and as soon as the young man turned out of the gate, he saw that they were fighting on the big willow tree not far away.

The big willow tree, which needs to be hugged by several people, is not old, and the branches and leaves are still very dense.

It seemed that it was to interfere with Mo Qing's attack, so the white cat spirit came to this big willow tree, constantly shuttling back and forth between the branches and branches.

The scarlet blood, which fell from the tree from time to time, did not fall on Mo Qing's body, but was blocked by the aura that flashed outside his body.

The White Cat Spirit's method of using the dense branches of the willow tree to influence Mo Qing's offensive still had some effect.

Tonight, I have carried out two spiritual cultivation in a row, and my divine consciousness, which has not fully recovered, is a little insufficient.

After letting go of his divine sense at this time, Mo Qing was a little difficult to grasp the trajectory of the white cat's actions.

Coupled with the influence of branches and leaves, the short spear chasing behind could not quickly catch up with the white cat spirit jumping back and forth.

However, Mo Qing was not worried, because the cat spirit had already been seriously injured by him, and Mo Qing believed that its current speed could not be maintained for too long.

There is no possibility of letting this cat spirit go, and it can be seen from its performance tonight that if it is allowed to escape, then it is estimated that there will be no living people in this town in the future.

Mo Qing is not the kind of person who takes the world as his own responsibility and thinks about being a savior or something.

It's just that I happened to meet it now, and I also made a move, since I now have the ability to reduce the casualties of a few people, then help it, ordinary people can't afford to toss this demon.

As for this miserable-looking cat spirit, forget it, from the time it kills, it is doomed to not survive.

Broken branches, fluttering leaves, constantly falling from the willows.

Mo Qing squinted his eyes, stared at the tree with a blank face, and controlled the short spear to chase and kill the white cat.

This short spear is indeed very powerful, not only is it fast, but it is also easy to use.

Before he got it, Mo Qing wanted to deal with such a cat spirit, and I was afraid that there was no other choice than to use the water dragon, but now it was different.

Originally, the young man who chased him out saw that Mo Qing couldn't take down the cat spirit for a while, and was ready to help, but after seeing Mo Qing's flat face, he dispelled this idea.

As it turned out, the situation was just as Mo Qing had expected, and after moving back and forth on the tree for a while, the seriously injured white cat spirit could no longer maintain that speed.

Seeing this, Mo Qing's eyes narrowed slightly, and as soon as his fingers moved, a dazzling light lit up on the short spear that followed closely behind.

Then the speed surged, and in a flash, it caught up with the exhausted white cat spirit.

With a muffled thud and a terrible cry of pain, the short spear burrowed into the white cat's belly.

A moment later, with a rain of blood, a short spear flashing with spiritual light actually drilled out of the white cat spirit's skull.

A piece of skull was knocked flying.

In an instant, flesh and blood flew on the big willow tree.

The screams of the white cat spirit came to an abrupt end as the short spear flew out, and the bloodied body fell down after twitching violently.

Blood rained down from the big willow tree, and the white cat spirit's body, after breaking two fragile branches, was blocked by an even thicker willow branch, and it didn't fall off.

But the blood dripped from above like beads of broken thread, and soon a pool of blood gathered on the pit under the tree.

The dripping sound of blood dripping was particularly loud in the quiet night.

After confirming that the white cat spirit was completely dead, Mo Qing gently beckoned his hand, and the short spear that was originally floating among the willow trees, ready to give the white cat spirit another blow, flickered, and galloped down from the big willow tree, and came to the front of Mo Qing in a few flashes.

Mo Qing looked at the blood-stained short spear in front of him, and couldn't help but nodded, this magic weapon really didn't disappoint him, the power was not small, and it was not comparable to the little banner he got before.

Mo Qing wanted to put the short spear away, but after thinking about it, he stopped the action again.

Controlling the short spear, Mo Qing slowly turned around, his eyes fixed on the bloody young man standing outside the envelope of the big willow tree.

was there a little stunned looking at the young man who was hanging on the willow branch with a look of amazement, and after feeling Mo Qing's gaze, he couldn't help but shudder, and instantly put the peachwood sword in his hand across his chest, and then seemed to remember something, and put it down again.

He showed his mouth full of white teeth at Mo Qing, and said, "You are my reinforcement, can't you do anything to me......"