Chapter 48 Mighty Smoke Waves

Duchamp didn't expect to be beaten by one man and one beast and had no power to fight back, but just four moves had already made him lose most of his right arm of ability, the strength of these two unknown human wolves was really beyond his imagination, any one of them was more dangerous than the No. 1 war slave, and even he didn't dare to take it casually with the terrifying power. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

At the moment of crisis, he hurriedly curled up his legs, his body turned like a wheel, and he dodged the attack of the purple light wolf at a faster speed, and fell towards the dense forest.

As soon as he entered the dense forest, he was confident that he would be able to resolve the crisis in front of him with a speed that no one could match.

Qin Mu and Ziguang Wolf saw that they had actually escaped from the siege of the two of them one after another, and they sincerely admired the light martial arts and body methods they cultivated.

But now they are adversaries, and mercy for the enemy is the greatest cruelty to themselves. Today, no matter what, you have to keep this person, otherwise with the other party's light skills, the future will definitely be your own nightmare.

Qin Mu and the Purple Light Wolf used their fastest speed at the same time, and without even touching the ground with their feet, they rushed from the air towards Duchamp, who wanted to escape, and they must stop him.

"Hmph" Duchamp, who was about to sink into the mountain forest, showed a trace of disdain, snorted coldly, and was secretly proud in his heart, or his speed was better.

Just when he was secretly rejoicing, a familiar and cold voice suddenly came to his ears: "Where is the Western God King going!" This voice was like a horn to kill him, which made Duchamp's face change drastically, and his eyes showed a look of disbelief.

At the same time as the voice came, the petite and thin Guan Zhuqing rushed in front of Duchamp from the dense forest below, and the dark long sword that originally belonged to No. 1 stabbed him like a poisonous snake.

Duchamp hurriedly turned around and shifted his body, but the extremely fast long sword still pulled out a foot-long and inch-deep blood hole in his abdomen, and the thick blood gushed out wildly.

"Bang" was injured by this, Duchamp's breath was a little confused, his feet fell heavily to the ground, and he looked coldly at a man, a woman and a wolf who surrounded them in no particular order.

Du Shang said with a fierce face: "Guan Zhuqing, you are really a traitor." ”

Before the words fell, the earth-shattering roar of the sword crocodile spirit suddenly sounded not far away, and the dense tree was completely smashed by its huge body, and only Duchamp's sword crocodile spirit hooves ran wildly in the bloody eyes, killing him directly, without putting the other three in his eyes at all.

Qin Mu was also idle, someone helped him kill the enemy, he naturally couldn't ask for it, but his eyes signaled, and the three of them still held the route of Duchamp's possible escape in case of accidents.

Duchamp is not a fool, dealing with these three is already exhaustive, if he still fights with the sword crocodile spirit, it is simply a way to kill himself, without a trace of hesitation, he shook his hand and ripped off the round package on his back, and threw it into the air, and at the same time, his figure flashed towards Guan Zhuqing, who he knew best, and chose the most familiar war slave to start, which was the wisest choice he felt.

Sure enough, just as he expected, the sword crocodile spirit's gaze was completely attracted by the sword crocodile egg, which wrapped its only child, and its four claws slapped heavily on the ground, and its huge body rushed straight up, like a giant dragon soaring up, to protect the package that he regarded as life.

Qin Mu and the three of them had no other thoughts, they just wanted to kill Dushang, and used their greatest strength and speed to attack and kill Dushang, and Guan Zhuqing, who was facing the enemy head-on, held the black sword expressionlessly, and shook his arms continuously, forming a dense sword net in front of him, covering Dushang.

Dushang pressed all the back roads on this blow, his arm danced wildly, and he broke Guan Zhuqing's sword net with a sharp dagger and unpredictable speed, and the viper-like dagger was about to pierce Guan Zhuqing's life, and the means were extremely spicy and vicious.

"Stay!"

Qin Mu's roar suddenly came from the mountain forest, and the huge mace fell from the sky and smashed into the top of Duchamp's head, and the purple light brought out by the purple light wolf on the other side also came from behind.

If this stick is smashed on him, let alone live, I am afraid that it will be difficult to leave even the bones.

Duchamp is a smart man, he retreated to the second, and decisively chose to retreat at the first time, tiptoe to the ground, and slipped out backwards, narrowly avoiding Qin Mu's stick, the biting wind blew him like a needle prick, and it hurt.

"Roar!"

Before he could settle down, the roar of the purple light wolf suddenly exploded in his ears, and the huge figure of the purple light wolf that arrived beside him pounced at some point.

This time, Duchamp was not so lucky, the huge front paws of the purple wolf pounced heavily on his right shoulder, click, the sound of the scapular bone breaking, Duchamp flew more than ten meters away, hit a thick tree trunk, blood spurted wildly in his mouth, and his right arm, which was hit hard one after another, was shaky, powerless, and shrugged down.

This blow completely destroyed his arm, and even if he didn't die today, it would be difficult to repair it in the future.

This time he was completely planted, planted in the hands of a few boys.

Duchamp, who had lost the power to resist, was surprisingly calm, leaning against the big tree and looking at the two people and one beast who came up, and the sword crocodile spirit not far away also came over angrily with an intact package.

The two groups of people who did not belong to the road did not have a dispute, and surrounded Duchamp with the same goal.

"Seven, is this the helper you are looking for?" Du Shang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, glanced at Guan Zhuqing, and then looked at Qin Mu and said: "Little guy, you shouldn't wade into this muddy water, the Imperial God Sect is not something you can provoke." ”

Qin Mu didn't give him any reply, he still looked at him expressionlessly, secretly leaving a lot of attention on the behemoth sword crocodile spirit standing next to him.

This terrifying beast is really terrifying, although its combat ability has not been seen, but it can make Duchamp afraid, the strength of this monster is definitely more terrifying than imagined.

The solemn and suppressed emotions permeated this space.

Until, the sword crocodile spirit suddenly roared from the bottom, and a pair of huge forelimbs were raised high, stepping heavily on Duchamp's body, but Dushang, who originally seemed to have no power to resist, suddenly ejected, holding a dagger in his left hand and stabbing at Guan Zhuqing on the side.

All of this is happening so fast.

The corners of Guan Zhuqing's mouth lifted slightly, without any surprise, but the sword crocodile spirit on the other side showed a surprised look, and the raised giant claws paused a little.

"You're too weak now!"

Guan Zhuqing said in a low voice, and at the same time, his figure shifted out, and the long sword in his hand stabbed out, and with a pop, the black sword pierced through Duchamp's armpit and just passed through his heart, poking it through the heart.

Dushang looked at Guan Zhuqing with a look of disbelief, raised his left arm with difficulty and pointed at her and said intermittently: "Why...... You ......"

It's a pity that he didn't finish what he wanted to say in the end, so his neck weakened, he fell down, and died.

The sword crocodile spirit saw that this human who hated him died like this, and the anger that filled his heart suddenly had nowhere to vent, and he threw his giant tail and smashed it into a tree, venting the anger in his heart.

During this period, Qin Mu also got a few things from Duchamp's arms, one was a black and light inner armor, and the other was a light gong method named Hao Miao Yanbobu, which was his best exercise, helping him to ascend to the throne of the first light skill of the Imperial God Sect, and it was also his greatest wealth, which he always carried with him and never left his body. Another thing is that the Imperial God Sect is like the standard thing of the God King, Jing Yuan Dan, this person is worthy of a generation of thieves, in addition to five bottles of Jing Yuan Dan, there are nearly 10,000 taels of silver tickets, full of a local tyrant.

The vast smoke wave walks a light and strange route, paying attention to the casualness, like smoke and waves, erratic but there is a mysterious trend, showing the ultimate state of the body to the fullest. Judging from its effect, it is more than one step stronger than the light feather light skill given to him by Su Liao, and it is a rare top light skill body method in the martial arts.

Just a little glance, Qin Mu decided to practice this skill, not only because this skill is extremely powerful, but also because the help to him is immeasurable, the most important thing is that this exercise does not conflict with his exercise, pay attention to the cultivation of some strange scriptures and eight veins in the body, there is no need to deliberately re-cultivate, but the method of operating the internal force is a little different, anyway, most of the acupuncture points in his body have been opened, and there will be no more detours, and the cultivation of this skill will not bring any side effects, with this mysterious light skill in hand, Qin Mu will naturally not let it go.

Guan Zhuqing, who grew up in the Imperial God Sect, has a deeper understanding of this skill, and naturally has coveted it for a long time in his heart, but this skill has always been Duchamp's unique secret, and it has never been passed on, so he has never had the opportunity to learn one or two, after having this exercise, I believe that after she learns some, regardless of whether she can cultivate to the same terrifying speed as Duchamp, it will at least be a big step faster than her current speed light skill.

And according to the records of the exercises, Duchamp did not cultivate to the extreme state of this skill, but it can be regarded as the later stage, and has not been completely integrated.

With this kind of hope, Qin Mu accepted the original of this work.

In the end, the inner armor and dagger were given to Guan Zhuqing, and the five bottles of Jingyuan Dan were divided equally among the three, each of them received nearly fifteen grains, and the vast Miao Yanbo Step was taken into Qin Mu's pocket, of course, Guan Zhuqing could also be used to cultivate at that time.