Chapter 47: The Robbery of Duchamp

As soon as these words came out, Guan Zhuqing's face changed suddenly, and it took a while to recover, staring at Qin Mu with complicated eyes, as if he wanted to see him clearly. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

What was going on in the mind of this boy, who was a few years younger than himself, and why did he take a 180-degree turn in the blink of an eye.

Qin Mu's meaning was very clear, he had already made a decision, he was going to fight to the death with the Imperial God Sect.

But he is not a foolish decision made by a hot head, he has his own ideas, there is a saying in the martial arts that it is called putting death and then living, without the determination to die, he will definitely not be able to achieve a great cause, and he will not be able to realize his dreams.

He wants to use this unbearable pressure for ordinary people to squeeze his potential, so that he can achieve a greater breakthrough in the next year or so, even if he really can't enter the legendary innate realm, he must enter the realm of the top martial artist on the way to the martial arts.

Guan Zhuqing's body twitched, and for some reason a little tear welled up in the corner of his eyes, and said solemnly: "You help me this time, my life in the future is yours, I will do what I say!"

She will be so excited, everyone knows the reason, although now is the weakest time for the Imperial God Sect, but with the current strength of Zhu Qing, not to mention defeating the sect leader of the Royal God Sect with the unpredictable strength of ghosts and gods, I am afraid that even the Northern God King Ding Yulin will not be able to pass the level, I don't know how many years before he can take revenge as he wishes. But with the help of Qin Mu, who is younger, stronger, and more talented, all this has the possibility of realization, although the probability is still very small, but Guan Zhuqing's unpredictable intuition tells her that to believe in this Qin Mu, who is a few years younger than herself, the other party may create a miracle.

Qin Mu shook off the blood stains on the soft silver armor of the Yao silkworm, put it on himself, stretched his body to adapt to it a few times, and felt quite close, and then turned his head and said: "I'm not a murderer, I don't want your life, I just don't want you to disappoint me in the future." After saying that, his toes turned into a streamer, and he ran towards the place where the roar of the sword crocodile spirit was getting fainter and fainter.

These words don't seem like the words of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child at all, but like the temperament of a superior who has experienced the vicissitudes of the world.

The purple wolf bared its teeth and roared, turning into a purple light, and also ran wildly to catch up with him, following him closely.

Guan Zhuqing, who was already teary-eyed, was stunned on the spot, unable to calm down for a long time. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she picked up the No. 1 Divine Soldier Black Sword Weapon that Qin Mu had deliberately left behind, and quickly chased after Qin Mu, who had disappeared.

The two of them also swallowed a piece of thousand-year-old yam ginseng each, and in the high-speed movement, they used their internal force to seize every minute and second to refine the energy in the yam ginseng, turning it into their own use, and preparing to deal with the next vicious fight.

Two quarters of an hour later, the three Qin Mu, who had exhausted their strength, finally caught up with the sword crocodile spirit and Duchamp who were still chasing after me, and they had been chasing for so long, not to mention thirty or forty miles, but the sword crocodile spirit not only showed no signs of giving up, but the anger in his heart was even more full, and the eyes of the beast with the size of the lantern were full of anger, and he was angry.

If Qin Mu knew that the package on Du Shang's back contained the only child of the Sword Crocodile Spirit, he would understand why the Sword Crocodile Spirit would fall into madness and never die.

Duchamp is worthy of being the first person in the Imperial God Sect, and when he hits the stone or tree trunk with his toes, the person will shoot out more than ten meters, faster than the most powerful monkey in the monkey spirit mountain forest, and it seems to be commonplace at ease, and he is not afraid of the angry sword crocodile spirit that follows closely behind.

Qin Mu, who saw this terrifying speed for the first time, also felt shocked in his heart, turning the sky and waves, people who had never seen this speed would never understand the horror of this speed, it was even more terrifying than the legendary way of being in the middle of thousands of flowers and not touching a single leaf.

It's no wonder that in this 100,000 mountains, the famous sword crocodile spirits have no way to take each other.

According to this posture, let alone leaving Duchamp, even the corners of the other party's clothes may not be able to touch.

Qin Mu's head was running quickly, thinking about the plan, and then looking at the big mountain that appeared in the distance blocking the way, his eyes lit up, and he said to the purple light wolf: "Xiao Zi, follow me, Guan Zhuqing, you follow them." ”

The purple light wolf's orders to Qin Mu have always been obedient, and he will not resist or think about it at all, and with a glaring of his limbs, he followed Qin Mu into the dense forest in the other direction.

Guan Zhuqing didn't understand Qin Mu's meaning a little, but he continued to hide in the dark according to his meaning, following the sword crocodile spirit and Dushang, falling far behind.

Passing through this dense mountain forest, the front and back finally approached the mountain, and the hundred-foot-high mountain was like a barricade lying in front of them, stopping their castration.

Duchamp just glanced at it, and then rushed towards the more rugged side of the mountain road, glancing at the sword crocodile spirit that followed closely behind him with a mocking smile on his face. But when I looked back, No. 1, No. 3, and No. 4 hadn't caught up, and I couldn't help but have a little bad sign in my heart.

At this point, he was not allowed to take other actions, and now he could only rely on his light skills to get rid of the sword crocodile spirit, and he could not fight with the other party, with his strength, he couldn't deal with this sword crocodile spirit with amazing strength in a rage, otherwise they would not have chosen to flee collectively before, and there was no strong attack.

One man and one beast like this, you chased me after another quarter of an hour, the dense mountain forest was the sword crocodile spirit copper skin iron bone hard pear out of a three-zhang wide straight road, from this side of the mountain to the other side of the mountain, shocked the beasts in all directions, thousands of birds flying in the forest.

Passing through this mountain, the sword crocodile spirit was nearly a thousand zhang behind Duchamp, and in front of Duchamp was a denser mountain forest, as long as he didn't enter it, he could completely escape with the help of the dense forest and completely get rid of the sword crocodile spirit.

Thinking of this, Du Shang couldn't help but smile a little, imagining what to do with this sword crocodile spirit egg on his back, whether it was refining and swallowing it or hatching it and raising it by himself, it was a good choice.

The eyes of the sword crocodile spirit that was thrown off were completely bloodshot, and the earth-shattering roar was one after another, venting the anger that his unborn child was snatched away by others, and as a mother, he did not protect it well.

Just when the two were happy and angry, an accident appeared.

Duchamp, who had just left the crown of the tree with a light toe, suddenly felt a terrifying murderous aura coming from the dense dense forest below, and an extremely fast beast shadow purple light flashed from it, killing towards his lower plate.

Duchamp frowned, forcibly twisted his body in the air, changed his castration, and with a "bang", the purple light passed by, pulling out a long opening on the black clothes on his chest, almost disemboweling it.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a more subtle aura from the other side followed, slashing at his back, and the angle was extremely tricky.

Qin Mu and Purple Light Wolf's coordinated assassination can be described as seamless, firmly grasping the loophole of the other party's instantaneous body technique, which makes people unguardable.

At this time, Duchamp was in the old force just disappeared when the new force was not born, and there was no point of borrowing force in the air, so he had to roar, make a thousand pound fall, and fall down with the help of gravity.

Qin Mu, who threw himself into the air with one move, did not have any emotional changes, reversed his body in the air, threw up a huge mace, and smashed it towards Duchamp who landed like a tornado.

The purple wolf over there pounced on a big tree, bent its limbs, and bounced up to meet Duchamp, who had landed down.

As soon as the two went up and down, they once again outflanked the extremely fast Duchamp and worked together to encircle and kill.

Du Shang's face changed suddenly, his yin qi was dense, his wrist turned slightly, he snorted coldly, and he held a short and dark dagger in his hand and stabbed the purple light wolf with a hard shot.

"Ding"

The dagger collided with the purple wolf's one-horned sound, making a crisp sound, the purple wolf shot back, and Duchamp also found a little strength through a short contact, and flew out diagonally with a backflip, just dodging Qin Mu's heavy hammer three blows in a split second.

The unparalleled speed is unassailable by the impeccable speed he exerts.

Qin Mu, who had been dodged, also changed his moves in the air, holding the mace in both hands and slamming forward, and the huge stick body rushed towards Duchamp at a faster speed.

Duchamp really had no way to avoid it this time, so he could only use a short dagger to pierce the corner of the mace.

"Knock"

A dull sound suddenly sounded, and Duchamp was smashed out by the huge force implied in the huge mace, and the blood of the tiger's mouth in his right hand splattered, and his entire right arm trembled violently, and the sharp pain of breaking tendons and bones followed.

The purple wolf roared, the mountains and forests shook, and its body ejected out again, turning into a more extremely fast purple light, and went straight to Duchamp who fell down, the fangs were wide open, and the fatal fangs were pointed at one of Duchamp's legs and bitten.

It is better to cut off one of his fingers than to hurt his ten fingers.