Chapter 45 Suppression of Moro

Xiaoyou felt fear, put away the painting halberd, kicked the soles of his feet, rushed to the sky, roared, and turned into a dragon dozens of feet long, red all over, with shiny scales, spitting dragon breath, covering Moro.

Chang Chun and the three of them retreated. This Moluo has been suppressed for thousands of years, but he is still not dead, and they have mastered the dead spirit. The three of them can't win. As for the flying sword, the master is not dead yet, and they can't get it.

"Several, you insist first. Let's go back to the sect and invite masters to come!" Chang Chun held his fist and said that he was high-sounding. He was about to escape with his take-off sword.

Qin Hao was so angry that he was so timid that he was really cowardly.

"Go to hell!" The big cat and Li Shaobai sacrificed a flying sword and rushed up.

"Come on, don't go!" Moro was besieged by everyone, but he was leisurely and flew out, like three long ropes, rolled up to the three people.

The three people threw out the seal, exploded violently, the flames splashed everywhere, and the dead air was dispersed, but Mo Luochang drew a shadow of a knife all over the sky, repelled the crowd, and rushed to Changchun and the three.

"Nit's better to die!" Qin Hao stopped saving everyone.

If you want to kill Moro, these three guys can't help at all. It's better to let Moro kill him so as not to worry about their plots.

"Oh, Moluo understands the way of death. The more you devour life, the more powerful it will be. I'm afraid it will be difficult to suppress!" The flying sword suspended in front of Qin Hao and others, shaking his head and sighing.

"Senior, no matter how powerful Moro is, we are not afraid. Shaobai and savages, let's deal with this monster next!" Qin Hao stood on the stone tablet, majestic, fearless and energetic.

Duankino wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth and laughed and said, "It should have been like this long ago. This ugly monster, look, I won't slap him to death!" As he said, a set of red armor appeared on his body.

Li Shaobai smiled gently and put away his previous sword. A three-foot green peak as thin as cicada wings appeared in his hand. He shook it gently, as if the space was about to crack. The big cat sacrificed the sword of the world. The breath of the world was full of destruction, majestic and fearless. The jade rabbit also had no fear. Blue beads floated above his head, and bursts of blue flames burned, mysterious And beautiful.

"This is an ancient magic soldier, and you are one by one!" Wu Xiu's voice trembled and shocked with jealousy.

A few people were surprised. Is the ancient magic soldier magical? There is more than one person!

At this time, Moro waved a long knife, violently chopped down, and cut Chang Chun several people who spit blood, stained them with death, and began to decay the golden elixir, his face like dead ashes, like a dying person.

Duan Muye glanced at Xiaoyou and snorted coldly, "If you are scared, get out!"

"You're so scared, I'm not afraid of that!" He twisted his neck, and the dragon head was full of pride. After the ancient fierce beast, he would never be afraid of his opponent.

"It's still a little masculine!" Duan Muye hummed twice.

You!

Xiaoyou is furious. This savage really deserves to die. The problem is that he can't beat it now. It seems that he has to go back to practice hard.

"Three wastes, just persisted for a while!" Watching Changchun and the three incarnate white bones, the gray Jindan was swallowed by Moluo, and the big cat grinned and was very disdainful.

Moro turned to several people, stretched out his neck and moaned comfortably. After a while, his body shrank, and his scales turned into dark armor. He became a handsome man with a long gray knife and a strong dead spirit. His long black hair flew in the wind, his sword eyebrows were bright, and his temperament was outstanding and distinctive.

"This looks good!" The big cat muttered softly.

Wu Xiu explained: "The Protoss man is ugly. Only with successful cultivation can he change his appearance. Protoss woman is naturally beautiful!"

Wothe!

Li Shaobai immediately cursed. What's the matter? It's so annoying to throw the beautiful woman into the beasts!

"Wild man, we must go to the divine world and grab some Protoss beauties back, otherwise we will be angry!" Li Shaobai's original form was revealed, and this mentality was originally held.

"Hey, I like this!" Duan Muye grinned and smiled.

Qin Hao despised the two people. It's too shameless. How can he have such an idea? The most shameful thing is not to call him!

"Moro, you are dead today!" Qin Hao stood on the stone tablet and looked down at Moro, which was domineering.

Moro's hands grew to death, but he smiled brightly and said, "Thousands of years ago, every time I killed an emperor, I would eat them. Today, you are no exception, and you!"

Death!

The stone tablet rose to the sky and roared down.

Open!

In the past, Moro jumped to the sky, and the long knife soared, and the dead air was thick. It split down fiercely and fiercely.

"The Thunder of the Eight Wastes!"

Qin Hao runs runes, the immortal breath ripples, holding the sun and the moon, the obsidian sky, the electric arc flashes, gorgeous and beautiful.

"Thunder!"

In the thunder and hand of the eight wilderness, it was fiercely compressed and converged into a thunder ball. Qin Hao's spiritual control and hit the dead knife.

The thunder bloomed in the sky, the dead air was dispelled in an instant, and black smoke came out of Moro's body, becoming dark coke.

Ah!

Moro howled, repaired his body and restored the handsome man. He stared at Qin Hao coldly and said coldly, "Little bastard, you can be so proficient in using the method of gathering thunder at such a young age. It seems that you have a lot of secrets. I will definitely not let you go!"

"Ugly, go to hell!" Li Shaobai showed the spirit of Qinglian sword. The green lotus petals flew all over the sky, became a sharp flying sword, and finally gathered into a long cyan sword and shot at Moro.

"Li Taibai's Qinglian swordsmanship!" Moro gritted his teeth, rolled dead, gathered into a scepter, a little forward, and hit the blade.

Li Shaobai snorted coldly, "You know a lot, but you still die!" He gently waved the sword in his hand, and shot at Moro.

The big cat sacrificed the sword of extinction, hung it on the top of Moro's head, and directly split it, fierce and cruel.

"Kitty, your ancestors are all Protoss pets, and you dare to provoke me!" Moro raised his right hand and gathered his deadness into a death sickle, which collided with the sword of extinction.

The sword of destruction contains the power of destruction, and death contains the power of decay and sinking. These two forces collide together and want to devour each other and strengthen themselves.

For a while, the black gas of the sword of the destruction was suppressed, and the dead air prevailed. The big cat was anxious. If he loses this sword, it is equivalent to losing his fangs.

"Ugly, I'll burn you to death!" The jade rabbit is even more unique, and the blue beads are like a ball of fire, falling lightly on Moro.

With a tragic howling, Moro was like seeing a ghost and god and immediately retreated, but his body was still stained with blue fire, and he was dead. He tried his best to get rid of it, and then recovered.

"Let's go together, don't let him go!" The hidden flying sword burst out a brighter light, brushed, divided into hundreds of giant swords, put down the sword array, and rotated.

Moro was angry. These weak beings could actually hurt him. The most hateful thing is that they have ancient weapons in their hands. He has nothing now. It's really annoying.

"Since you are all going to die, I will blow the horn of the gods!" Moro turned into a rolling death and gathered into a huge war horn. On top of the horn, the gods are killing, cheering and celebrating, in sharp contrast with the tragic and bloody world.

"Be careful, everyone, this is the unique learning of the Protoss!" Wuxiu reminded him, running the sword array, and the sword spirit was turbulent, preparing for the last blow.

"Kill!" The big cat roared up to the sky, and the long sword of destruction was integrated into its body. On its forehead, it cracked a vertical eye. As soon as it opened its eyes, the space trembled, the earth obeyed, and the destruction of the world echoed for a long time.

It's too horrible. It's worthy of the ancient ten murderers!

This is just replacing the vertical eye with the sword of annihilation. If it is really a blood awakening, I'm afraid it will be more powerful.

Qin Hao was very happy that this ignorant little guy, who was often bullied by the jade rabbit, finally burst out of the ancient fierce beast.

Xiaoyou is envious and jealous. Although he has dragon blood and amazing magic power, he does not have this ability to destroy heaven and earth. Compared with his father, he is too far worse.

The jade rabbit was not willing to lag behind. It fluttered in front of the blue beads, and its left eye became strangely red, as hot as the rising sun. His eyes swept away and everything turned into ashes. The jade rabbit once got a bead in the abandoned space, and then gradually explored, and had such ability.

Li Shaobai's long sword suspended above his head and surrounded by lotus petals, quiet and solemn, but the sharp sword spirit made everyone chill.

Duankiye finally showed the strength of the physical practitioner. His body soared, his muscles were like dragons, and his momentum was fierce. The red-blooded dragon halberd was in his hand, with a great spirit of no return.

Qin Hao did not move, standing on the stone tablet and quietly staring down.

Woo...

The old horn sounded, and the voice was vast and far away, as if returning to the era of ancient expeditions. The continuous strong men of the Protos stepped into the world and killed wantonly.

Qin Hao closed his eyes, and all the gods deserve to die and should be suppressed!

Woo...

The sound of the horn continued, as if an infinite protoss master came out of the horn and rushed with the sound of the horn.

Kill!

Wu Xiu shouted loudly, woke up the crowd and rushed into the horn first.

The sound of the horn continued, and Li Shaobai, Duan Muye, the big cat, the jade rabbit and the dragonfly all rushed in. Qin Hao felt that he was like the monument that ran through the sky and earth, roaring and suppressed the horn below.

In fact, the stone tablet soared to a height, landed, imprisoned the horn, and crushed it.

Being trapped, he invaded the stone tablet and entered Qin Hao's body, trying to control Qin Hao and seize his body.

What Moro didn't expect was that in the center of the stone tablet, there was a mysterious atmosphere of suppressing the heavens and the world. With a roar, the breath surged out, Moro howled, and his spirit was crushed into pieces and completely disappeared from the world.

The dead gas that entered Qin Hao's body was dragged in by a mysterious force on his forehead before it could be corroded.

Qin Hao opened his eyes. He stood on the top of ten thousand feet, and the wilderness was under his feet. The blue sky and white clouds seemed to be touchable. He put away the stone tablet and saw Li Shaobai lying on the ground like dead dogs, gasping heavily.

"Guys, what's going on?" Qin Hao asked with a smile.

"What did you say? The last blow drained the aura in the body!" Li Shaobai rolled his eyes angrily.

"Haha, it's okay. Moro is dead!" Qin Hao was happy on the surface, but he had doubts in his heart. What on his forehead did he dare to eat even when he was dead. He was a foodie.

"Six people, borrow my sword to hide. If I haven't woken up in ten years, it means I'm dead. If I wake up, you can find a dead body for me!" Wu Xiu's voice came from Li Shaobai's sword.

"No problem, we have been in trouble together!" Li Shaobai agreed.

"Oi, it's back, let's go!" After taking the elixir, everyone meditated and recovered.