Chapter 646

"Find your own way."

Although he has been scared out of courage by Shen Zhenyi's Jingtian sword technique, he has no courage to face Chu Huoluo alone.

"If you want to die, the husband will help you!"

He was shocked and shrouded in fog.

Ink flower is like a dream like fog.

This is his unique skill to protect his life. If you have an advantage, you can kill at one stroke. If there is no space to take advantage of, you can also escape.

Those who are notorious are always cautious.

First, to be invincible, and then to seek the chance to win.

What Mo Hua Lang is afraid of is Shen Zhenyi who doesn't know where.

If there is a chance, he certainly does not hesitate to kill Chu Huoluo, and then continue his own escape road.

"That's all you have?"

Chuhuoluo sneered and stepped forward. The sword waved like the moonlight, without fear.

Light and dark intersect.

In an instant, there was a cross sound of gold and iron, just like the battle of thousands of troops.

The fifth confrontation between the gods and the human beings has already shocked the world.

At the top of the white tower in the distance, Shen Baihe hid in the shadow of the moon and watched the battle from afar.

"The third one..."

He murmured to himself and his face was gloomy.

However, relying on this man's poison, he killed people from Xuantian city and put the blame on the abandoned sword villa, which led Xuantian city to attack overlord city.

It was a perfect plot.

Just because Shen Zhenyi's strength is too strong, everything has become nothing.

"Isn't that always the case?"

Shen Baihe laughs at himself.

I have tried many times, and every time the third player can always use his strength to break the game.

Even in this new world, even if he met a stronger master, he is still the same.

Now even his disciples are so strong.

Shen Baihe raised his hand and quietly looked at the white palm, as well as the less obvious palmprint.

"You are no match for this girl now."

A deep voice came from the darkness.

Shen Baihe's body shakes and his eyes show fierce light.

Perhaps after so many years, the eldest son of abandoned sword villa still has his own pride.

"Are you unconvinced?"

The voices in the dark scoffed.

"It's a pity that your third brother is a genius. You can't match it."

As if there is a kind of magic, stirring Shen Baihe's fragile heartstrings.

Wheezing, wheezing and gasping, the blue veins on the forehead are straight out, and the blood color is getting thicker in the eyes.

"I'm not convinced. I'm just unconvinced."

He clenched his fist and said, "I am the eldest son of abandoned sword mountain villa. I have the same blood relationship with him. Why is he the unique genius of Kendo and I am nothing?"

Jealousy made his face more ferocious.

If Shen Zhenyi's achievements in the past have made him feel out of reach, now Chu Huoluo can deal with the attack of Mo Hualang alone, which makes him feel a strong sense of crisis.

"So you have to seek strength, to seek strength that does not belong to you."

The darkness becomes seductive.

"You've tried, at least at this level of conspiracy, can't deal with your brilliant third."

"If you want to get rid of him, only you become stronger."

In the air, the black fog condensed into a mass, like a ferocious ghost, and like a devil in the fire.

"Is it not my power?"

Shen Baihe closes his eyes.

The battle situation on the opposite side is still sticking. Chu Huoluo's sword is waving in the black fog, flashing a bright light.

She seems to be suppressed by Mo Hua Lang Jun, but it does not mean that she is at a disadvantage.

In fact, even Shen Baihe can see that there are not many ways to win, which seems to occupy the initiative.

"Hateful..."

Ink flower Lang Jun heart surprised.

He thought that he should be able to deal with a little girl in any case. What he didn't expect was that the girl's sword skills were far beyond his imagination.

"How could it be!"

Within a few dozen moves, there is no way to hurt Chu Huoluo, and Mo Hua Lang Jun has already begun to retreat.

The black fog became more and more thick.

His figure is becoming more and more erratic.

People familiar with his fighting style all know that this is the precursor of Mo Hualang's preparation to run away.

"It's not so easy to run!"

Chu Huoluo can see it, of course.

"Don't you have a big voice?"

The light of her sword grew stronger and stronger, and gradually suppressed the whole darkness.Unconsciously, a circular circle was formed.

"It seems that Mo Hua Lang can't get out."

The voice in the dark was even a little schadenfreude.

Shen Baihe remains silent.

Mo Hua Lang feels more and more pressure. He thought he had the upper hand and could leave at any time. The reason why he didn't kill Chu Huoluo was that he was worried about Shen Zhenyi's action.

Until now, suddenly found wrong.

This girl clearly has the ability to kill herself!

Back!

Mo Hua Lang Jun is a man of decision-making. He doesn't want to face anything. After all, for an assassin who uses poison, survival is the first priority.

As soon as he shook his body, the black fog instantly condensed into a black streamer. He spun around in the air for two weeks, then turned around and sped south.

"Where to go!"

Chu Huoluo full of energy, sword light around, without hesitation to catch up.

"Don't kill too much, little girl, you've gone too far!"

Mo Hua Lang Jun yelled out in a loud voice. He was very angry, but he could not get rid of the pursuit of sword light.

"Mo Hua Lang Jun is famous, but it's just so..."

Shen Baihe sighs in a low voice. He doesn't really like this unusual assassin.

"A man who can become famous in the world of seven injuries will not be a simple role." Laughing in the dark, "although we don't look up to him, he is obviously pretending to be like this now."

As if to confirm what he said, the ink flower Lang Jun suddenly stopped.

"You forced me

As soon as he lifted his wrist, a black smoke shot out, turning into flowers all over the sky and rushing towards the sword light of Chu Huoluo.

"The ink flower is absolutely poisonous, and the world is blooming!"

This is the last resort of Mo Hua Lang Jun.

The whole body's blood gushed out from thousands of pores, pure black - in order to refine toxicity, his blood had not only a trace of bright red, but also no warmth.

This flying blood, into heaven and earth bloom, a thousand miles away!

Once the toxicity spreads, there will be no more people in a thousand miles!

Even if this move is used, the ink flower Lang Jun will be greatly damaged, but no one can stop the destruction!

Even if the realm is higher than him, in the face of this is full of anger and killing poison, can only retreat!

The Chu Huoluo, who chased him, could only be bloody, and there was no place to die!

Deserve it!

Ink flower Lang Jun secretly cursed, with a kind of revenge pleasure.

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