Chapter 72 Evil Sword

On the pole, in a blink of an eye, it was noon the next day. The ghost and the blood wolf gang were faintly restless, and the colorful giant frog in the middle was still motionless. Many people doubted whether the other party was a living thing or not. Doubt is doubtful, but no one rushed to try.

Compared with yesterday, Xia Xiaodong's face was even worse, his lips were as pale as paper, and his eyelids were shrugged and dull. Xia Xiao looked worried and asked softly, "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

"I, I feel that the poisonous frog is breaking free from my control." Xia Xiaodong said with difficulty.

Everyone's faces changed. Ruo Xue Liu frowned and his red lips were slightly squeezed. Xia Xiaodong continued to say, "No, I can't. I have to take back the poisonous spirit frog, otherwise once he breaks free from the shackles of summons, not only do we have no way to live, but also the nearby residents will suffer."

"Don't! Beautiful man, as soon as you take it back, they don't care about it. Hong Jun hurriedly dissuaded him.

"Yes! If you take it back, we will all be finished." Hong Meng and others followed.

Xia Xiaonan frowned, and his eyes were a little soft. "Four * heroes, we have implicated you this time. Once you fight, the four of you just run for your life!"

"This?"

Four people, look at me, I look at you, I'm a little undecided. Xia Xiaodong's teeth clenchled, and his handsome eyebrows twisted. He spread out his backhand, and a colorful scroll appeared in the palm of his hand. "Poisonous spirit frog, come back."

The scroll burst out a bright light, and everyone's pupils were tightly shrank, "gao!" A dull frog sound came from the throat of the spirit frog on the ground, and the people of the Blood Wolf Gang subconsciously retreated, and then colorful light gushed out of the giant frog's body, "gao, quaat!" The rapid voice seemed to be struggling. Xia Xiaodong's face was extremely solemn. His palm condensed and shouted, "Poisonous spirit frog, come back."

"Woop!" The colorful light converaged rapidly, and the poisonous frog disappeared from everyone's sight in the next second. Xia Xiaodong breathed a little relief. Before he could wipe off the sweat from his forehead, he nervously dealt with the bigger trouble.

Withless the obstruction of the poisonous spirit frog, the ghost sneered, "Hey hey hey, let's see where you escape. If you don't take back the poisonous spirit frog, we still have some scruples. No wonder you are too kind-hearted. Why worry about the villagers nearby, hey hey."

The ghost sect and the Blood Wolf Gang slowly approached Xia Xiaodong and others. Except for the four * heroes, several of them are determined to die.

"Sister, Miss Ruoxue, I'm tiring you." Xia Xiaodong said weakly.

Xia Xiaonan shook his head, and his beautiful face was full of determination. "If it hadn't been for Xia, I would have died long ago. Today, I would have given him my life back." Ruoxue's little face was tight and she didn't say much.

"Brother." Xia Xiaonan said softly. Xia Xiaodong understood and nodded. The two brothers and sisters turned their palms at the same time and took out a scroll.

"Howling!" Roar!" The roar of the tiger roared and roared through the sky. The black tiger and the white lion stood in front of them. The blood wolf helped everyone's face change, and his figure was slightly in place.

The ghost's eyebrows were full of sarcasm, with a joking smile on the corners of his mouth, "Hey hey, what's the use of two seven-level monsters?"

"Hmm." Ruoxue's beautiful eyes were cold, and she said angrily in a cold voice, "Don't talk nonsense. Looking at you, I'm disgusted."

The ghost's face immediately turned gloomy, and the corners of his eyes twitched gently. He said viciously, "Okay, since you all want to die, I will do it for you." He waved his arm and said, "Give it to me, kill!"

dragged a long voice, and the war was imminent. Suddenly, Mo San's figure moved and flashed to the front, "Xiaodong, take Xiaonan and others away immediately."

Xia Xiaodong was shocked, "Senior Mo San, you?"

"Go quickly!" Mo San's upright body stood upright, and his whole body was faintly fierce. His sharp eyes stared at the ghost and others. The long sword was held diagonally, which was awe-inspiring.

"Senior Mo San!"

"Do you hear me? Ride on the lion and tiger, leave immediately, and avenge me and the Xia brothers later." Mo San's tone could not hesitate at all.

The ghost narrowed his eyes and gushed out a cold chill, "No one wants to leave, kill me!" The disciples of the Blood Wolf Gang of the Ghost Sect rushed up like a tide. Mo San snorted coldly, the long sword buzzed, and the fierce sword spirit swept out, shaking everyone who rushed up.

Xia Xiaodong's eyes were red, and he hugged Mo Sanyi's fist, "Senior Mo San, I will definitely avenge you later."

After saying that, he jumped on the back of the white cloud lion with Ruoxue and Xia Xiaonan, and the four heroes also jumped on the back of the black tiger. The lion and tiger roared and bravely opened a bloody road.

"Second brother, third brother, stop them." The ghost's face changed and he chased the white cloud lion. In his opinion, the descendants of these two big families must not be let go.

Seeing this, Mo San burst out a dazzling light and went all his strength towards the ghost, "Stop it!"

"Looking for death!" The ghost looked fierce, picked up Mo San's sword edge with one palm, and the fierce black palm patted Mo San's chest, "Puff!" Mo San was directly shocked and spit out a mouthful of blood. He was seriously injured. Just now, he was in a mess, and the strength of the ninth-level martial artist could not exert one-tenth of his strength at all.

"Samsung swordsman, look at your appearance and you still like to show off!" The ghost was unrelenient, and he slapped several times in a row. Mo San had no room to resist and was solidly hit a few times.

Seeing this, several disciples of the blood wolf gang behind him poked the blade in Mo San's back, "Oh! "Oh!" The sound of the cut skin stimulated everyone's eardrums. Mo San's body shook and his eyes dimmed.

"Senior Mo San!" Xia Xiaodong was so shocked that he pressed the bed up and down to bleed. Xia Xiaonan, Ruoxue's frightened flower face turned pale, and her little face turned pale. The four heroes also clenched their fists, and the blue veins on their arms burst out.

Mo San's pupils began to lax, and his lips trembled gently, "Go, go."

"Wo, ss, ss!" Two sharp blades ran through Mo San's front chest, and the ghost had already shown a ferocious smile.

Mo San's fists were clenched and released, and he shouted with the last glimmer of strength of his body, "The miscellaneous pieces of the ghost sect, don't you want the baby? None of you can get it." An extremely fierce breath spread out with Mo San as the center. Countless people's hearts were cold, and their intuitive scalp was numb. The air is filled with an extremely evil smell of destruction.

"Ferocious Sword! It turned out to be the 18th evil sword on the artifact list?

The ghost blurted out with his eyes wide open, and everyone in the audience stayed where they were. Even Xia Xiaodong and others stopped and looked blankly at the strange sword in Mo San's hand.

The body of the sword exudes a strong blood-colored red light, just like it was just taken out of the soaked in blood water, and the unconcealed evil smell emanates from above. No one expected that the treasure in Mo San's hand would be the 18th evil sword on the artifact list.

Mo San's eyes were full of sadness, and his voice was a little choked. "The evil sword, the fierce sword, I have been with you for more than ten years, but I still can't use it. Since I can't control you, I can't let the anniper get it." As soon as his arm was sent, the fierce sword shot at the whistling cliff.

The ghost's face changed dramatically, and he hurriedly chased the fierce sword, but it was a step late after all. Under the stunned eyes of countless people, the fierce sword flew to the roaring wind cliff and hung over the top of the cliff.

Everyone was sorry, and the ghost was angry. However, no one in the audience had the strength of King Wu. They only watched the fierce sword cross a parabola in the air and then began to fall down.

"Hey hey, no one can get a fierce sword." Mo San smiled for the first time in a few days, but the laughter was so bleak and painful.

At the moment when everyone saw the fierce evil sword fall off the cliff, a thin figure suddenly flashed under the abyss. Everyone's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle, and their hearts seemed to stop beating. Xia Xiaonan's delicate body trembled heavily, her red lips trembled, and her beautiful eyes were full of disbelief. Ruoxue was the same, and her delicate body couldn't help shaking, leaving only the teenager in her whole eyes.

Xia Xiaodong, the four * heroes, ghosts and the blood wolf gang were all stunned, so that they doubted whether they had misread it.

"I finally flew out." Jiang Xia shouted, and the bright and happy voice echoed. This time, no one could believe what had happened in front of him.

He glanced at the corner of Xia's eyes, sucked his palm, grabbed the falling ferocious sword hilt in the palm of his hand, and then turned over in the air and landed on the edge of the cliff.

Shocking, more shocking than when the evil sword appeared, a six-level martial artist fell off the whistling cliff and flew up in less than two days. Everyone's mind was blank, as if they had been bombarded by five thunderbolt.

When Xia saw Xia Xiaonan, who was not far away, Ruoxue and others, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The worst thing finally didn't happen. When his eyes moved to Mo San, who had almost no breath, and had a blade in his chest, his eyes were wide open in shock, "Elder Mo San!"

The latter is not completely out of breath, but only supported by a trace of thought, "You, you?"

"Bad boy, hand over the fierce sword!" The ghost finally recovered, and there was surprise and joy in his heart. Naturally, Xia flew up with the strength of the six-level martial arts, and the joy was that the fierce evil sword returned to his eyes.

"Ferocious, ferocious sword?" Jiang Xia was shocked, shook his arms, and looked blankly at the strange sword with a strong evil spirit in his hand. "This, this is the eighteenth evil sword on the artifact list?"

At the same time, the third brother of the Blood Wolf Gang rushed to General Xia from behind with a greedy face, "Artifact, artifact."

Xia's face changed, and her hands were suddenly out of control. The fierce sword in her hand burst into a strong blood-colored red light, and then the edge of the sword turned and stabbed behind her.

The red flashed by, "Wo!" The sharp voice made people feel cold. The strange bloody sword directly penetrated the heart of the third brother of the Blood Wolf Gang. The latter's greedy color stiffened on his face, and the heat in his eyes turned into infinite panic.

In addition to the shock. More strange things happened. The blood-colored red light of the direct fierce sword suddenly climbed up Jiangxia's body, and then wrapped it in it, and Jiangxia's body began to exude a stronger evil spirit than the previous fierce sword.

"Hey hey hey hey, you're all going to die!" Xia's body trembled gently, making an evil laugh. The next second, " Bang!" With a sound, the body of the blood wolf gang Lao San burst in an instant, the flesh and blood spilled empty, and the internal organs flew across.

No one in the audience was stunned, and the panic began to spread.

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