Chapter 120 Tang Yan’s Clues (3)

The trembling time is very short, but it will immediately dissipate people's attention. There is a moment of lack of concentration. It is this moment of lack of concentration that makes Xiao Du's sword, as if entering a no-man's land, quickly move around.

On Mo Hun's body, swords rose and fell.

Wow~~~~~~

The sound is clear and audible, making people tremble when they hear it.

No matter who hears the sound of the sword cutting through blood and flesh, and slicing on the bones, it is not a very beautiful thing. On the contrary, it will be very uncomfortable, and it will feel uncomfortable from the heart.

But he still made such a sound at an inappropriate time, so inappropriate.

The red figure was obviously shaken by the impact of the sword.

Just like the fallen leaves blown by the autumn wind, the withered and yellow fallen leaves were blown up by the autumn wind without any attachment, playing with the beautiful and beautiful Xuan'er in the sky, playing with it high and low. In the dark, you can still hear the wretchedness of the autumn wind.

His smile was so ferocious, so hateful.

Suddenly, the red figure swayed back and forth for a few times, and finally lost the last of his strength. He took a long breath and fell to the ground smoothly, listening to the whistling wind beside his ears.

At that moment, the world was spinning, my eyes were black, and my ears were buzzing.

Big game

Playing too hard again, Mo Hun smiled bitterly and forced out a forced smile. He never thought that he would always be so careless and get himself hurt. He was obviously not very strong, but he still wanted to compete with others. Now it's okay

It was cut in half.

The scarlet light instantly split into two halves on the ground. It was indeed two halves, just like cut tofu, it abruptly became two halves, and there will no longer be any connection between the two halves.

When Xiao Du's deep eyes looked at Mo Hun's body, which had fallen on the ground and had become two halves, a trace of surprise flashed across his eyes. It was not excitement, not sadness, but a trace of surprise.

How could it be, how could this person be so vulnerable, more vulnerable than a piece of tofu? Could it be that he had misjudged the person, or they had misjudged the person, how could this happen?

Xiao Du did not expect that his sword could end the other person's life. In his guess, this person would not die so easily. No, definitely not.

Hmm~

What kind of mischief is this? In my heart, I obviously want to compete with the other party, but the other party has been ended by my sword now, but I still have some doubts in my heart. I suspect that I doubt the other party, and that everything comes too easily.

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Phew~~~~~~~~~~

But at this moment, when Xiaodu was thinking about why Fu, or how it could be like this, his nose suddenly took a breath, because he saw a strange thing, a very strange thing, strange

Even a person like him, who is accustomed to strange things, feels it is very strange. Isn't this strange for you to say?

The next moment, the quiet night sky.

The storm is surging.

It seemed as if the whole world was sighing for the two halves of this man.

But this is not a sigh after all, but a person who summoned the power of the nebula. This person is not Pipa Girl, not a little demon, not Xiao Du, but Mo Hun.

Hidden in the long night, the power of little nebulae has always been like that, vaguely visible, as if its existence or not has no direct and powerful relationship with this world.

But since Mo Hun appeared, those clusters of nebulae seemed to have found their mission.

Because now they are completing their mission, injecting a little bit of one billionth of the power that existed with them into this person.

Demon-Slaying Order~

After the transformation of Mohun, the demon-slaying order is no longer as simple and simple as summoning the power of the nebula to cause damage to the target.

And it becomes very humane.

Now Mohun can store too much power into the nebula.

Although most of the power in the demon-slaying order was transformed by Mo Hun, how could Mo Hun bear such power? So Mo Hun had no choice but to re-store those powers in the nebula in a wonderful secret formation.

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Phew~~~~

A crimson wind fell from the sky. The wind came from the nebula, and it seemed to be coming even though it was far away.

That gust of wind hit Mo Hun's body at just the right moment, which had become two halves.

The body that had become cold and stiff suddenly became slightly alive after being hit by the fishy wind like water.

Mo Hun's fallen body slowly turned into liquid, like a pool of blood, but the blood was not that pure, because there were many crystal clear things in it, shining brightly.

I saw those rays of light, flickering and flowing, diluted on the ground, and the area became larger and larger, turning into a thin layer.

Then, earth-shattering changes began to occur among those water-like things.

Phew~~~

There was a strange sound in the air. It was precisely because of the strangeness that no one could describe the feeling of hearing that sound. They could only remember the time when that sound sounded.

Ouch~~

A shrill and unusual roar roared out like a roar that shook the sky.

The person who made this sound turned out to be the pool of blood, and the things that began to transform from the pool of blood.

Next moment~

The wind stopped.

A blood-red figure appeared again. His appearance was so strange and so sudden, just like his disappearance, it was astonishing.

Also appearing at the same time was a blood-red long sword—the Demon Sword.

"Well, I won't die." Mo Hun lowered his head and uttered extremely cold words. Those words seemed to contain the extremely cold power of the Antarctic glacier, making people tremble when they heard it.

It's just that such a cold voice sounded so warm to the little demon's ears.

When Mo Hun fell down just now, Xiao Yao actually broke into a cold sweat.

But she felt relieved immediately, because she understood Mo Hun, and Mo Hun would not leave him like this, because he said that he would never separate, and he would always abide by what he said, so he would not die, and he would not leave him like this.

Death, even death, is together, together.

Now, she saw him standing up again.

The long figure, the long flowing red hair, the sharp eyes as black as ink, the scarlet eyes, and the lips, everything is so familiar and so fascinating.

However, there is one person who will not fall in love, nor will he feel that the voice just now is warm.

Xiaodu heard it, really heard that voice, that voice that he didn't want to hear, but had to hear. He didn't want to kill this person because of his own carelessness, because this person was still useful, very useful.

People who are not at my level can know the great use.

"Well, it's not bad." After hearing this, Xiao Du groaned, a low groan, a helpless or sad whisper.

Brush pull.

It sounded like something was breaking apart.

Faintly, after the sound of swiping, an explosive force that had been accumulated for a long time in the darkness began to spread, and the sound of swiping was just like the sound of thunder heralding the coming of heavy rain, and the sound of swiping heralding the coming of heavy rain.

With the coming of mutation.

But it was not a rainstorm, it was just something similar to a rainstorm. It was not a sudden change, it was just something that had happened beforehand and a predetermined result.

Broken Sword Rain.

Xiaodu's sword, which looked like a big tree in the sky, was broken and shattered into pieces, falling from the sky.

When each fragment fell to the ground, it made a tinkling sound, just like the music played by the pipa girl, which was inexplicably similar.

So it can only be said that when the huge sword like a big tree in the sky turned into eight hundred and eighty-eight fragments and fell to the ground, it was like a sad song.

The style of that song, when you hear it now, should be melodious.

The battle is over, the swords are gone, the winner has been decided, and the two ancient times are dim.

"I lost." Xiao Du said coldly. At this time, the giant had returned to the size of a normal human. The black robe on his body was now vaguely visible under the red light of Mohun.

The tattered clothes and sword robe had hundreds of holes in them. Even so, they were still worn on Xiao Du.

"You can tell where Tang Yan is now, now." Mo Hun raised his sword, the scarlet long sword flashed with crystal light at the tip, which stung his eyes.

Whoosh~~~~~~~

Just when Mo Hun was waiting for a positive answer, an extremely important answer came.

Suddenly a person broke in.

When that person came, he raised his hand and unleashed several domineering fire-attribute attacks.

The energy, like burning magma, roared toward Mo Hun and Xiao Du.

At this time, Xiao Du was unable to move and had no intention to move. Now, he was confused and restless, feeling his own heartbeat, and the only one who could move was Mo Hun.

Fortunately, Mo Hun had already felt the wave of aura a moment ago, and turned around with his sword across his chest.

Bang~~~~

It's obviously a horizontal sword.
To be continued...