Chapter 465 Three Feet of Momei Next

The ancient ten blades, this bronze sword body is one of them, but obviously, this is a broken magic soldier, only the sword body. But even so, the power can no longer be underestimated. Under the manipulation of ink scales, the bronze sword body runs through an old man's chest.

But this damage is a piece of cake for practitioners in this level. In a moment, the blood hole in front of the old man has recovered as before.

The dust in the hands of the real dragon scattered people flew like a wandering dragon, and the divine light beat the lower body of a practitioner to the flesh and blood. The man said coldly, "Real dragon scattered man, you protect that old man with ink scales so much. Do you two have an affair!"

While talking, the man's moves were more fierce, and thousands of swords were submerged by the real dragons.

"It's rude to say, it's time to fight!" The real dragon scattered man shouted softly, shaking the dust, and all the sword spirit turned into flying ashes.

"M, damn old bastard, I will destroy you sooner or later!" Seeing that his master was insulted, Tian Yu couldn't help cursing angrily.

And Zhuge is not bright. At this moment, he frowned. He felt that the bronze hilt in his body was getting more and more uneasy, as if he wanted to abolish the outside of the body.

"What's the relationship between ink scales and your master?" Zhuge Fuliang suddenly asked.

"What do you mean?" Tian Yu suddenly took a strange look.

"I'm just asking, I don't mean anything else." Zhuge is speechless.

Tian Yu said, "My master and Elder Mo Ling are close friends. As long as they don't shut up, they will talk about immortality together every year."

Zhuge nodded without making a sound.

"Puff!"

A sword light flashed, and an old man's head was penetrated by a bronze sword body. The head is an important part of the practitioners, and the genuin is in it. The bronze sword body was cut with a sword and directly killed the old man's yuan god. If the yuan god was destroyed, it could not be recovered.

"Brush~~~"

The bronze sword flew down, and the old man's body was chopped into countless pieces.

"Ah!!!" Another old man's eyes were blood red, he roared, and rushed to the ink scales crazily. A golden sword more than a foot long appeared in his hand. Although the golden sword was only a foot long, it cut out a sword spirit that could penetrate the sky and the earth.

"Ding!"

The ink scales called back the bronze sword body and blocked it in front of him. The sweeping sword spirit was like a long whale absorbing water, all of which poured into the bronze sword body. And the bronze sword body has also become golden and bright.

"It's worthy of the ancient ten blades. Although it is broken, it is still not an ordinary attack that can be destroyed." Tian Yu's face showed joy. After all, the real dragon Sanren and Mo scales are now on the united front.

But at this time, the sound of dragon and tiger roar came from a distance. A middle-aged man flew quickly, holding a golden spear in his hand. On the spear, there seemed to be a golden dragon coiled around. The middle-aged man didn't talk too much nonsense. He directly shook the spear and stabbed a golden horse to kill the ink scales.

"Teaching!" The old man who held the ink scale said excitedly.

"You step back!" The middle-aged man said in a cold voice and killed him with a golden spear.

"Ask the sky to fight spear!" The ink scales finally couldn't help changing color, and the voice was a little hoarse.

The Wentian War Spear is also one of the ancient ten blades, and it is a complete divine blade, which is not comparable to the broken bronze sword body in the ink scales's hand.

"Dang!"

The bronze sword body collided with the Wentian war spear, and the bronze sword body suddenly flew back, and the Wentian war spear was golden. The middle-aged man held the spear and looked at the bronze sword: "It turned out that it was just a broken blade, barely accepted it!"

After saying that, the Tianzhan spear drilled out like a dragon and went straight to the ink scales.

The ink scale hand pinched the sword formula, and the bronze sword flew up and down. It was extremely flexible, but it was still not the opponent of the Tianzhan Spear. In a few rounds, the ink scales were beaten back and back.

"Where is the Momei in your Shujianzhai? Do you want to fight with the broken blade? The middle-aged man scolded coldly, but he did not show mercy at all. As soon as the spear came out, a golden sharp hole pierced the black scales of his chest, flew out of his back, and destroyed a mountain in the distance.

"Dad, take the sword!" Suddenly, with a loud roar, from the ancient forest below, Mo Ximen stepped on the purple gourd and flew up. He hit a black light and quickly flew to the eyes of the ink scales.

The ink scale grabbed it. It was a long sword with a scabbard. The whole body was dark without any luster, but there were ink stains around the sword.

"Momei!" The middle-aged man's face became heavy.

The Momei Sword also belongs to the ancient ten blades, and it is also a perfect blade, which is as powerful as the Wentian War Spear. As soon as the Momei sword came out, the middle-aged man couldn't help taking a breath of cold air. He only had a questioning spear in his hand, but the ink scales got Momei, which was equivalent to having two ancient blades at the same time.

"Hung!"

Momei came out of the sheath and brought up a piece of ink light. Three feet long, it is like a sword but not a sword, but it has no tip. It is like a ruler. The whole body is black and seems ordinary.

"brush~~"

As soon as Momei came out, dozens of ink swords came out, like a brush drawn in the void, straight to the middle-aged man.

"Cangling!"

The middle-aged man waved the spear and stabbed more than a dozen sharp points in a row. Wentian Zhan's spear split down, and a golden dragon flew out, shaking its head and tail and rushing to the ink scales.

The ink scales sacrifice the bronze sword body and Momei at the same time, and the two sword lights are crissscrossed. Draw a circle in mid-air, but smash all the cyan edges.

"If you don't die, can't I kill you like this?" Mesimon laughed loudly.

"Jither, I will meet you!" At this time, the old man who had retreated before killed him again, but the target was Mo Ximen.

"Boom!"

The old man's cultivation is obviously on the west gate, with a big hand wave, and the two big palms are pressed down, like a mountain with five fingers. Mo Ximen shouted, controlled the purple gourd to fly, and walked through the five fingers. But the old man took the initiative to meet him, and a spear also appeared in his hand and stabbed at the Mexican Gate.

"A shameless old man, bully me as a descendant, are you ashamed?" Meximen scolded as he dodged.

"If you are rude, I will teach you a lesson for me!" The old man sneered, and the spears were stabbed out one after another. In an hour, the whole sky was sharp.

"Dad, you have two things in your hand. Borrow them over." Mesimon fled left and right and shouted at his father.

Mo Ling raised his hand and hit the bronze sword body to his son. The old man immediately turned pale, and the bronze spear split up, trying to stop the bronze sword body. But even if the bronze sword body is a broken magic soldier, the power can not be compared with ordinary weapons. The bronze spear was immediately cut into two pieces by the bronze sword.

"Hahaha!" Mo Ximen laughed, raised his hand, flew with a bronze sword, and went straight to the old man.

The old man had another spear in his hand, and the two fought together.

On the other side, the strength of Momei's ink scales increased greatly, and he fought with the middle-aged man. The ink sword spirit and the golden sharpness are everywhere. Zhenlong Sanren and her opponents have also fought to the point of white-hot. Zhenlong Sanren has been sure to win. In less than 100 rounds, they are bound to defeat their opponents.

However, Mo Ximen is a little suspense. Although he has a bronze sword in his hand, his cultivation is very different from that of the old man, which is insurmountable. And the bronze sword is far less powerful than the one in his father's hand.

After dozens of rounds, Mo Ximen had been forced to be embarrassed, and he could only rely on the big gourd under his feet to avoid it at high speed.

"Old man, your physical strength is so good." Meximen cried bitterly.

The old man sneered and couldn't leave the key point of Moximen, and he also wanted to grab the bronze sword body in Moximen's hand. Fortunately, Moximen reacted quickly and took back the bronze sword body in time.

"Little generation, I will discipline you well and teach you how to respect your elders." The old man didn't forget to say something.

"What's the ability to bully a descendant? If it weren't for this divine soldier, I would have cut off your head!" Mosimon grined loudly.

"When you are about to die, you still have to speak your tongue. Today, not only cut you, but also your father's head." The old man rushed up with a smile, and the bronze spear stabbed the eyebrows of Messiman.

"Jingle!"

The bronze sword body blocked this attack.

Zhuge Buting stood in the distance and thought about it over and over again. He now has many enemies in the southern region, but he really doesn't have many friends. And this Mo Ximen, he is the son of Moling. Moling is also a friend of Zhenlong Sanren. Zhenlong Sanren has also helped himself many times in Kyushu. Thinking of this, Zhuge Buleang felt that Mo Ximen could make friends. So, Zhuge Fuliang shouted, "Ximen official, come here and show you something good!"

Mo Ximen, who was avoiding the attack, followed his reputation and saw Zhuge Fuliang wading to him in the distance.

"Come here and show you something good." Zhuge said with a smile.

"I'm busy. Didn't you see it? By the way, do you still have yin and yang fire? Burn this old diao!" Meximon said with an angry face.

"Come on, come here." Zhuge Buzuo still waved.

Mo Ximen dodged an attack from the old man and flew towards Zhuge Fuliang.

"No one can save you!" The old man also came up with a spear.

Mo Ximen turned around and cut out a sword, forced the old man back, and turned his head to Zhuge: "What's good?"

Zhuge Fuliang shook his hand, and a bronze hilt flew towards the Moxi Gate.

"This is..." Meximon was shocked and immediately showed joy.

"What!" The old man who caught up behind also looked at the flying bronze hilt in disbelief.

"Hum~~~" The bronze sword body vibrated and took the initiative to fly up to cater to the bronze hilt. With a sonorous sound, the two are combined. The bronze sword body is connected with the bronze hilt, and the broken seams are actively compatible. The blue light flashed, and a complete bronze sword appeared in front of several people.

Meximen was overjoyed, focused on a bronze sword, and laughed, "Wow, quack, old bastard, I think you're dead!!"