Chapter 37 Straight down

When the middle-aged man's voice fell, Ziyue had already waved a long sword and rushed over. In the face of the gap in strength, there was no point in waiting and running away. The result was destroyed by the other party. It was better to fight to death than to die. Even if it failed, at least there would be no regrets.

"If you stop resisting, you can suffer less." The middle-aged man said as if to comfort, and slowly raised his right arm to block the purple moon's sword.

Ziyue showed a faint smile at the corners of her mouth. The moment the purple sword touched the middle-aged man's arm, the joints connected to the sword body suddenly loosened, and the sword suddenly became longer, turning into a special long whip, as if countless double-edged tapered blades were tied together by a thin rope. Like.

The long whip quickly bypassed the middle-aged man's arm and quickly wrapped around the middle-aged man's neck like a poisonous snake.

"Oh? There is also this kind of gameplay." The middle-aged man touched the whip wrapped around his neck carelessly and said, "Are you going to give me a scarf?"

Ziyue pulled the long whip hard, but found that the long whip seemed to grow on the neck of a middle-aged man.

"I've received the kindness, but the workmanship is too poor, so I won't accept it." The middle-aged man found the tip of the whip and removed the long whip from his neck: "One more thing, the whip is not used like this..."

Before the middle-aged man finished his words, his hands holding the long whip suddenly shook. Ziyue suddenly felt that the long whip in her hand seemed to be alive, and actually wrapped her wrist in turn.

The middle-aged man smiled, pulled the long whip hard, and actually pulled the purple moon over.

Although Ziyue was restrained by a middle-aged man, her eyes were still calm. Obviously, she was not confused by the gap in strength, and she was still thinking positively about countermeasures.

Thinking that the middle-aged man was going to fight closely, Ziyue was also secretly ready, but the middle-aged man shook his hands hard and threw Ziyue out with the help of the inertia generated by pulling just now. At the same time, the long whip also loosened and did not wrap around Ziyue's wrist.

Ziyue, who was thrown into the air, quickly opened her demon wings to restore her body's balance. The huge wings finally stopped in the air after a few incitements. Ziyue looked for the trace of the middle-aged man, but found that the latter had disappeared at some point.

"Are you looking for me?" A voice suddenly sounded from behind Ziyue, and at the same time, he felt that one hand grasped his wings separately.

Ziyue looked back with a little frightened look, but saw the middle-aged man floating in mid-air with a faint smile, with his hands in the position of his wings.

"No, don't..." Ziyue, who has always been calm, showed fear and pleading, and seemed to have completely lost the ability to resist.

The middle-aged man's hands are increasing their strength little by little, and they are not in a hurry to achieve their goals. They seem to be enjoying this period: "Do you know when the prey is the most delicious? That is, when they were afraid before they died, the blood circulated rapidly because of extreme emotions, and the smell of lively blood..."

"Don't...Don't...Don't!!!"

Ziyue listened to the narrative of the middle-aged man, and the fear on her face became stronger and stronger. When the fear was about to reach the critical value, the divine light in Ziyue's eyes suddenly dissipated, and there was a barrenness in her empty eyes. The next moment, Ziyue's pupils contracted sharply, and a purple flame suddenly came from her body. It burned.

Almost in an instant, the water molecules in the surrounding air disappeared without a trace. Mo and others felt that they had come to the Sahara Desert at noon in an instant. The extreme high temperature and scorching heat made the water in their bodies begin to evaporate quickly, and the temperature of the flame was still Sharp rise.

"Oh? The rumored hellfire?" The middle-aged man showed a little curious look, and his hands that grabbed the wings of the purple moon had been wrapped in flames, but he was indifferent.

"Hey! Stinky old man, I'm a zombie, but I don't plan to be a mummified corpse at all! You can stop it for me, too!" The silver-haired young man shouted.

"Hmm!" The middle-aged man snorted coldly, but did not say anything to refute.

Suddenly, the purple flame burning on Ziyue's body disappeared in an instant, and Ziyue's empty eyes were also a little more brilliant.

But immediately, a mouthful of blood spewed out of Ziyue's mouth, and the brilliance in her eyes also dissipated rapidly. At this moment, the purple moon's breath was like a silky thread, and her life was hanging on the line.

"Well... it's almost ready to serve." The middle-aged man fell gently on the ground and looked at Ziyue in his arms. Suddenly, a figure flashed in front of the middle-aged man.

"Bum! Bang!" The two shots overlapped, as if only one shot was fired, and the two bullets also flew accurately to the eyes of the middle-aged man, and then the middle-aged man's hand was light, and the purple moon was obviously taken by the other party.

The middle-aged man calmly watched the bullet fly to him and closed his eyelids until the moment he was about to hit his eyes. The two bullets were actually clamped by the middle-aged man with the power of his eyelids!

Slowly opened his eyes, two bullets fell to the ground, and the middle-aged man calmly looked at Mo's agile figure.

It is not so much that the purple moon was taken away, but it was given to him by a middle-aged man.

Mo Greed quickly hugged Ziyue back to Lanxin, put it gently on the ground and said, "Please take care of it."

"So what are you going to do?" Lan Xin asked in a low voice.

Mo Greed at the angry Ziyue, and then at Bai Wei, who was also seriously injured and could only sit against the wall, and smiled, "What else can I do?"

"But your injury hasn't been done yet..." Lan Xin looked at Mo Grean with a worried look: "If you are seriously injured again, it may really..." Lan Xin's voice subsided.

"It doesn't matter," Mo waved his hand with a grin and said, "Even if I am safe and sound, I will be killed by that person in an instant."

"Eh?" Lan Xin looked at Mo Greed with some confusion: "In this case, why are you..."

"Because I'm a maleist and don't want to fall behind women," Mo Greed up and smiled faintly: "Even if you die, you have to go first!"

Lan Xin looked at Mo's little face confusedly, and there was a strange look in his eyes.

Don't walk to the middle-aged man: "Thank you, uncle, you didn't stop me from saving people just now."

"You're welcome," the middle-aged man said calmly, "I'm not a person who doesn't know how to look at the atmosphere. How can such a tragic hero rescue scene be destroyed?"

"Ha, I like you a little. I'll take back what I said before that you are an old pervert." Don't pull out two guns and say.

"Oh? That's really an honor." The middle-aged man still said calmly, "But my son looks like he is about to ascend to the sky, and he must add a little blood."

"You are about to ascend to heaven, stinky old man!" The silver-haired young man immediately retorted when he heard the words.

"Let's discuss with you," Mo Greed as he changed the magazine of the pistol and said, "Even if I go with the unconscious poker-faced man over there, can we let others go?"

"Absolutely," the middle-aged man immediately replied, "You are from the air border bureau, right? This is doomed that we must keep our mouths, let alone other reasons."

"That's right..." Mo nodded and said, "It seems that we still don't have a common language, old pervert!" With that, Mo Greed up two guns and aimed at the middle-aged man.

"You might as well write a suicide note than this." The middle-aged man said lightly, "Such a toy gun can't hurt me at all."

"That's true." Mo greedy nodded and suddenly turned the muzzle to the silver-haired young man beside him.

"So, how about breaking the net?"