Chapter 135 Death (4)

Chapter two

Mo Hun secretly thought about it after he used the trick of "The Ghostly Demon" last time. When he used the "Ghost Shadow Flash", his body would move forward in a straight line. When he rushed forward, his speed was actually faster than using "Jiuji Tianya".

One fight, and when using the ghost flash, combined with the close proximity, it will show an extremely amazing magical speed.

Mo Hun is like this at this moment, completely integrating the ghost shadow flash with the skills that are so far away.

Although Juji Tianya is extremely fast, it is not aggressive and can only help escape or chase enemies.

Although Ghost Flash is fast and aggressive, if the distance is a little further, it will not have enough back force.

So combining the two is really wonderful. Long-distance super-destructive attacks are extremely rare.

Although cultivators can use spiritual power to control weapons to kill people hundreds of miles away, the amount of real power consumed hundreds of miles away is also a detail that cannot be ignored. The lethality of an attack hundreds of miles away will be significantly smaller.

More than twice as much.

So when Mo Hun realized the relationship between Gui Yingshaan and Ju Tianya, he suddenly felt a little complacent in his heart.

I saw a flash of incandescent sword light in the air.

Because the speed was so fast, only a flash of rapid sword light could be seen on the ground. As for Mo Hun, and Mo Hun's magic sword, they were all at such an extreme speed that they reached a speed that could not be recognized by the naked eye.

What the little demon and the giant dragon saw was just a flash of sword light.

The sword light seemed to rise from the ground, flying straight towards the God of Death, leaving a deep ravine on the ground. The ravine was vertically upward, and it was a zone of emptiness. The lethality of the pierce zone, that

This is the maximum that the human world can bear. It can be seen how terrifying Mo Hun's ghostly attack is.

When the ravine reached the feet of the God of Death, the God of Death's body moved to one side very cleverly, and then he took a sip of tea again, with a calm expression, not at all as restrained as if he was going through a life-and-death battle.

Instead of being filled with murderous aura, there is a kind of detached indifference, the indifference of a strong person, the indifference to everything.

When he put down the tea, he glanced at a corner where no one was looking. At this time, a figure appeared in that corner, a dark figure. No one could know when and where he appeared.

It's like he's always been there.

No one knew what his purpose was. It seemed that his appearance did not want to attract anyone's attention. But when the God of Death looked at him, he did not move or bother to raise his head. He was so tired and weak.

He lowered his head, but even so, the God of Death's heart suddenly accelerated and his breathing stopped.

When the God of Death saw the man in the dark corner, Mo Hun's body had already appeared, like a difficult ghost, erratic and elusive, unable to be avoided or hit.

Mo Hun had already used up eight hundred and eighty-eight moves from Eight Hundred Miles of Yunheyue, and the God of Death cleverly avoided these eight hundred and eighty-eight sword beams while putting the tea cup on the table.

When Death placed the teacup firmly on the table, there was no damage on Death's body at all, as if he had not experienced anything.

smile!

There seemed to be a crisp sound, and then the table was broken, and the tea cup was also broken into pieces. It was broken into a handful of fine powder. With the fishy wind blowing in from the door of the hall, it floated in the hall, and the smell of it hit the nostrils.

You can smell the fragrant wood chips.

"What an exquisite swordsmanship." Death said calmly, his eyes full of meaning glanced at Mo Hun, and he looked towards the entrance of the hall.

The door was empty, but the look in the God of Death's eyes seemed as if he had seen something. But after smiling, he shook his head slightly in disappointment.

"What a wonderful movement." Mo Hun took a long breath and said with admiration from the bottom of his heart.

"Do you have any other powerful tricks? Use them all." The God of Death gently raised his hand as if nothing had happened and said without looking at Mo Hun.

"Okay! Let me see if you don't plan to take action in your life." Mo Hun said coldly.

Why would the God of Death be merciful to him? He had just sent out eight hundred and eighty-eight swords, and the God of Death had eight hundred and eighty-eight opportunities to strike back at him, but he didn't, he didn't even once, he kept hiding, he

Why avoid it?

Sneered, the answer to Mo Hun was just a sneer as if nothing had happened. At this moment, the God of Death did not take Mo Hun to heart at all. What really made him pay attention to were the other two people, two people hiding in the dark.

The two people were waiting quietly in a corner far away.

In that corner, they can clearly see the situation here, and they clearly grasp the flaws left behind by every action they make.

If you don't attack, there will be no openings; if you just defend, you won't give the enemy an opportunity to take advantage of you.

Therefore, although the God of Death had 888 opportunities, before Mo Hun took action, the God of Death had already felt those two completely different and strange breaths. The breath was absolutely strange and had never been discovered by the God of Death, so the God of Death flashed

There was a moment of surprise, but after a smile, he was relieved. The people he was waiting for had now arrived. It was as perfect as planned and everything was ready.

Phew~

The air suddenly trembled in an instant, and the air in the entire hall trembled at the same frequency. The earthquake would only make the houses and trees close to the surface tremble, but the air would not, but this was obviously not air, but the ink soul released

The breath of boundless darkness.

black

dark

Jun

king

There was another powerful low drink. Every time the low drink sounded, Xiao Yao's heart flashed with joy. It seemed that only this sound in the world could resonate with a secret deep in Xiao Yao's heart. She

The reason why I look forward to such a voice is not because it is so melodious and beautiful, but because it plays an important role in a very poignant story.

So when this voice sounded, the little demon's eyes suddenly lit up. Although the hall was instantly covered by boundless darkness, the little demon still opened his eyes wide as if nothing had happened, with a touch of innocent cuteness.

Very endearing.

When Mo Hun finished speaking, the entire hall was covered by the terrifying dark aura. It was a suffocating feeling and a trembling aura.

This violent aura dragon has already experienced this, and he said it with deep disgust in his heart.

So when the dark king of Mohun was released, the giant dragon was not sad but happy, as if a kind of morbid joy surged into the dragon's heart, with such a hint of secret joy, an unspeakable secret joy, the god of death was so

Cruel, although I can't beat this hateful guy with my own hands, wouldn't it be great to have someone help me clean it up now? Gaga, can I just escape the clutches of death so easily? If that's really the case.

, then we need to hold a big banquet and give this little brother two drinks to express his apology and happiness.

But no one can honestly tell the dragon the answer to this question. The only answer is for him to wait for what will happen after this move is completed.

Bang

!

The sound was extremely dull, but decisive and deafening.

There seemed to be another sound of something breaking. The sound was muffled, not like the sound of a human body exploding. The little demon felt a little relieved. If he guessed correctly, it should be a pillar or something.

The God of Death is so powerful that he will not be defeated by Mo Hun's blow. In this case, it is very likely that Mo Hun will be shattered.

But the sound was not the sound of a human body breaking, so the little demon was relieved. Even though she was relieved, the little demon's fingers still did not leave half of the bow and arrow. She was waiting for this, waiting for someone who only she could

Able to see the answer clearly.

The Dark King only releases the move in an instant and then stops.

It's over at this moment.

When the hall became bright again.

Mo Hun's magic sword thrust forward.

That was a kick to the sky, a sure-kill move that followed the Dark King.

However, facing the fierce attack of the sword, the God of Death just stretched out his palm, and struck the tip of the magic sword with his dark and powerful palm.

The tip of the sword is facing the palm. One is a supreme-level artifact, and the other is a hand made of flesh and bones grown from the human body. Both are blessed with tremendous power. What will happen when the two meet.

Tsk~

The long sword pierced that hand, the outstretched hand of Death, the left hand of Death.

But~~after a stabbing sound, there was another banging sound.

Mo Hun's body was blown away by the monstrous force carried by the Death God's palm that followed.

Boom~

Mo Hun flew straight away, his body involuntarily rushed towards Hou Shengben, and hit a large pillar as thick as five people could hug it. However, there was still no pause at all. The large pillar made of solid black iron was interrupted instantly.

For three pieces, it was broken apart by Mo Hun.

Wow~

The little demon now flapped its wings and flew back, dragging Mo Hun's still flying body.

Even though the little demon flew forward to stop Mo Hun's body, the inertia was so great that the little demon couldn't stop Mo Hun's body completely for a while, so he had to follow the force and swing backward.

Go, just when the two of them stopped completely.

The little demon grabbed the door frame in front of the hall with one hand. His whole body and Mo Soul were floating on the sea of ​​blood outside the palace. The sea of ​​blood was still turbulent. Anything that fell into it would be instantly absorbed and transformed into

into small particles that cannot be detected by the naked eye, and become a real part of the sea of ​​blood.

At this moment, the little demon took a deep breath, flapped its wings violently several times, and suddenly, the little demon and Mo Hun flew into the hall again.

Mo Hun's prostrate body stood up tremblingly, and a stream of blood suddenly spurted out from his mouth. The blood was extremely bright, like a polished weapon.

After a long time, Mo Hun finally straightened his waist and met the gaze of death.

The hand of the God of Death did not heal instantly, but was a penetrating wound that was bleeding profusely.

Even though it was bleeding, from the expressionless look of the God of Death, it seemed that the hand was not his. He seemed not to feel any pain at all. Looking at the hand that was bleeding profusely, he just maintained that posture and remained flat.
Chapter completed!