Chapter 322 The Style of a Dead Mouse

The huge sword light once again rushed to the dead mouse like a vast sea. The terrible sword spirit opened, and even the world changed color.

"Peng!" With a loud noise, the swordmang hit the huge body of the dead mouse and directly cut it out again, flying out of the sky, leaving only a string of screams of the dead mouse in the air.

"Demon rat, are you dead?" Mohe held the hundred-foot-long golden sword and stood proudly, with a murderous face.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he saw a dead mouse in the sky and quickly looked at it and flew in: "Your deceased sister, Mohe old bastard, do you think I can't help beating your grandfather? Use all your tricks."

The dead mouse jumped around in the air and was very disdainful of Mohe. Looking at the dead mouse that is still safe and sound, the alliance of the eight races has all changed color. How thick is the skin of the demon rat? If such a strong judgment sword hit it, it is still safe and sound. Many of them asked themselves that if such a sword had been chopped on themselves, I'm afraid that it would have been destroyed.

Looking at the shocked face of the Eight Ethnic Alliance, the Phoenix people couldn't help covering their little mouths and smiling one by one, whispering happily in their hearts: "A bunch of idiots!"

As soon as the dead mouse connected the two swords of judging the world, Mohe was shocked and angry. You know, judging the five swords of the world is the result of his life's cultivation. Now the wolf clan has a faint tendency to be the leader in the ten southern barbarian clans, mainly playing a role in judging the prestige of the world's five swords. Now, this foreign teenager casually brought a demon rat However, he directly took his two swords and was safe and sound, which made him feel very faceless, especially now that there are nine patriarchs of the ten southern barbarian tribes.

"Ha ha, it is said that the peerless five swords of the wolf clan seem to be nothing more than that. I'm afraid they have won a false reputation." Jinxi stood lightly in the void, looking elegant and calm, smiling and mocking, and seizing the opportunity to fall into the well.

Sure enough, as soon as she said this, the other seven patriarchs of the Eight Ethnic Alliance all looked at Mohe with a strange look.

Mohe was furious on the spot and roared at Jinxi: "B bitch, don't talk nonsense here. Open your eyes and take a good look at how I slaughtered this demon rat."

"Oh, isn't it? Then I would like to take a good look at your so-called five swords. If you can't even kill a mouse in the end, I think I can only use it to kill ants in the future. Jinxi smiled lightly and said in a light tone, which was completely angry to death.

Hong Yu touched his forehead and only felt funny. This Jinxi seemed to be elegant and elegant. Unexpectedly, there was such a funny side.

"Ah!" Mohe roared up to the sky, and his black hair roots stood up upside down. Jinxi devalued his five swords so much in front of the seven patriarchs that he was about to vomit blood.

He held a hundred-foot-long world-class sword and crazily pinched out all kinds of complicated sword formulas in one hand. As soon as the sword formula came out, he hooked the world, absorbed the stars, and endless laws of heaven and earth rushed into the golden sword.

In an instant, the golden sword buzzed and trembled like life, with a wave of energy fluctuations, making the whole earth tremble with it.

"It's really powerful!" The seven patriarchs looked at such a strong golden sword, and their eyes showed shock. Immediately, they looked at the dead mouse and Jinxi playfully. If the demon rat could resist such a strong sword, it would be unreasonable.

"And three swords, demon rats, come and die!" Mohe held the amazing golden sword in one hand and swayed to the dead mouse.

"Squeak... The mouse said, I'm here, old bastard, just split it." The dead mouse arrogantly raised the pointed mouse's head and didn't look at the sword in Mohe's hand.

Mohe was full of resentment and no longer talked nonsense. He held the golden sword in both hands, stepped out and quickly rushed to the dead mouse. At the same time, the golden sword in his hands stood down.

"Boom!" Boom!" Boom!"

He split the remaining three swords out in one breath, and the dazzling huge sword light lit up one by one, illuminating the whole void. The eyes of the thorny spectators could not be opened. The unparalled sword light went forward, almost tearing the sky and became the only one in heaven and earth.

Three unrivaled sword lights unintermittingly split on the body of the dead mouse, directly drowning the huge size of the dead mouse. This time, no screams from the dead mouse were heard.

After the three swords disappeared, the place was empty, not even a mouse hair!

"Is it all destroyed like this? I thought you were really tough, huh!" Holding the golden sword that gradually dimmed, Mohe raised the corners of his mouth slightly and hung a cruel smile.

Several wolf masters around him were also secretly relieved. The patriarch finally destroyed the hateful demon rat and won back the dignity of the wolf clan. Otherwise, if the five swords that the wolf clan had been relying on could not even kill a mouse, how could they bear the wolf clan? How could they stay in the south in the future? Standing among the ten barbarians.

In the secluded eyes of several pairs looking at the Mohe River, the awe was a little more.

However, their eyes are still in the future and withdrawn, but they can see the figure of a dead mouse once again appear in the sky, flying here quickly, and shouting, "Mohe old bastard, your grandfather rat, I'm not dead, squeak, laugh to death, judge the five swords, and change the name to the five swords of ants in the future."

"This is..." Looking at the dead mouse that flew back safe and sound again, the Eight Nations Alliance was extremely shocked. Such a strong sword could not kill it in the end. What kind of existence does it have?

Mohe's lifelong practice judged the world's five swords against the dead mouse. Mohe was completely defeated. After the five swords, the dead mice were still alive. The masters who came to the wolf clan all looked pale.

"Ah!" Mohe spit out a mouthful of blood directly, and his body was about to collapse. The dead mouse forced his five swords. He couldn't accept this fact. He had been proud of the five swords, but in the end, he couldn't even kill a mouse. He couldn't stand such a blow.

"Squeak... The mouse said that the old bastard of Mohe actually vomited blood. Go and buy a piece of tofu and hit it to death!" The dead mouse never knew how to write the word kindness, and stood in the void and twisted his buttocks proudly.

"Kill them!" Mohe even had a dead heart. His face was as white as paper, and there was still a trace of blood hanging on the corners of his mouth. He waved his hand at Hong Yu and others and roared.

The mysterious yellow spirit in the divine thoughts surged. Hong Yu patted his left hand, and the golden giant palm print rushed to the dead mouse and grabbed it. At the same time, he stroked the inner world with divine thoughts, and the dead mouse immediately disappeared out of thin air. Jinxi and Qing'er, the Phoenix people around him, also Then it disappeared.

Hong Yu didn't stop, stepped out of the virtual demon step and quickly rushed to the shielding array of the Huanhe faction, the space crack that was split by 36 female killers.

The space crack arrived in a blink of an eye. Hong Yu stuck himself in the space crack, and then his mind moved again and put himself into the inner world.