Chapter 118

The dagger cut a ten centimeter long wound on the singing arm.

Flesh and blood rolling, flesh and blood splitting.

Blood trickled down the singing chin.

He continued to operate the power of the stars. He wanted to stop bleeding, but the effect was not so good. After all, fighting with silence until now was also a great consumption of the power of the stars in his body.

"Hum, are you immortals so shameless?" Mo ran, standing on the side, said with a sneer.

Silent looked at him and said, "next, it's you."

"Just come here!" Mo ran said coldly.

He wiped the wound on his arm and interrupted their conversation: "don't brag. You can't beat him."

Mo ran coughed and wondered whether to intervene. Otherwise, the result would be like what Shen mogang just said. When Gao Song died, the next one would be himself.

Suddenly, singing and holding out his hand.

"How about borrowing your sword?"

Mo Ran's face changed, bit his lips and didn't speak.

For him, the sword is his life.

In fact, Mo Ran is an understanding person. He knows that he is actually an ordinary person. The reason why he can become Liu Rui and Song Zhi's nightmare is that he can cut his enemies with his own sword.

The silent eyes were cold, and he didn't want to give any chance to sing again.

I'll kill you while you're sick.

He finally gained some advantages. He didn't want to waste time and ruined his only advantages.

Taking advantage of the high singer, it is the king's way to kill his opponent immediately.

Whet haw. That's what villains in TV dramas do.

Watching silence rush towards him again, he shouted angrily, just hit it with a punch, and collided with silence again.

We must hurry to kill silence.

The little dagger in silent's hand, like an elf, beat on his palm.

When the edge was exposed, he drew a beautiful arc and stabbed it at the singing throat.

Silent shot has always been like this. It has brought a word "ruthless" to the extreme. In this regard, Gaoge thinks it needs to learn well.

This is the case in actual combat. Through actual combat, you can quickly realize your shortcomings. By the way, you can see where your opponent is strong and learn the best.

Gradually, the singing speed has slowed down a lot.

Several times, they were hit by silence.

Mo ran finally couldn't help it. A meteor rushed up and a sword fell, forcing silence back.

Silence looked at Mo ran coldly and laughed, "what's the matter? I'm afraid of death?"

Mo ran thinks that silence is a fool.

That's right.

Who is not afraid of death?

"Give me the sword." Sing.

"I can help you." Mo ran said.

This is the countermeasure he came up with after thinking for a long time.

"You can't kill him." Sing and say with a smile, "otherwise, if you are known, you will get into big trouble."

Don't be at a loss.

"We're here to catch you. If you kill him, you'll die, unless no one knows about it." The song continued.

"Then you can?"

Sang and nodded.

Mo ran hesitated: "just now, I have killed one..."

"He hit your sword, and I was the one who killed him." Sing quietly.

Mo ran took a deep breath and felt that what he said was quite reasonable.

Silence suddenly burst into laughter.

"Interesting, interesting, sing, you hid in Xiao Linran to learn swordsmanship? You're almost ready to find a weapon?" He spoke frankly in silence.

Singing, frowning, subconsciously looked at Mo Ran's face.

To his surprise, Mo ran was not angry with the his silent words and was vigilant against singing. Instead, he breathed a sigh of the relief, as if he had released something.

"Here's the sword." Mo ran couldn't help but say that he stuffed his sword into Gao Song, then looked at it and said in silence, "if you don't say so, I'm really worried, but if you dare to say so, it means that you and he are definitely not on the same side."

Silence: "

He didn't know whether to be clever or stupid.

What kind of thinking logic is this?

Singing, holding Mo Ran's sword, is also confused.

"Go, Pikachu!" Mo ran roared very loudly.

Gao Song smiled and nodded gently.

Sure enough.

Secondary two teenagers are more happy.

Holding the cold hilt of his sword, the power of stars in his body suddenly accelerated the surging speed.

Above the blade, there is a gleam of red light, which can be seen by the naked eye.

Gao Song was surprised: "is this?"

Mo ran, as the owner of the sword, also looked like he had seen a ghost: "is it... The power is insufficient?"

Sing and laugh.

It's really a middle school sophomore

Silence also stared round his eyes, which was unbelievable.

The red light flickered for a moment and suddenly turned into a red line. It suddenly appeared, as if it had been given life. It moved very flexibly along the singing arm.

From the blade to the arm, hidden under the skin.

A trace of warmth is the most intuitive feeling of singing at this time.

The power of the stars, surging faster again.

"OK..."

Singing, the body trembled slightly.

He didn't say what he wanted to say for a long time.

Silence suddenly rushed towards the song.

Gao song suddenly raised his hand, and the blade glittered with a sword light.

dazzling!

This is the first time Gao Song saw the sword light. Before, it attracted the sword wind at most.

After the sword light flickered, a sharp edge repulsed silence.

A clear scream came from the silent mouth.

At the same time, his chest was red with blood.

Sing loudly, hold the hilt of the sword, and finally say what you wanted to say before.

"Hello..."

"..." silent moved his wrist, and the little dagger flew towards the singing.

With a flash of silver, he had come to him.

Singing without thinking, he raised the long sword in his hand again with instinctive consciousness.

The sword wind roared past.

The dagger turned into powder in the air and scattered.

Soon, the singing body was empty, and the body fell to the ground.

The moment I closed my eyes, I sang with only one thought in my heart.

"Feel your body hollowed out..."

Silence, singing, Wang Zhe, all fell to the ground.

Only Mo ran was left standing in the room.

He rubbed his hair. His brain was completely out of use.

When he sang and waved his sword before, everything was too fast. He had no time to react.

Suddenly, his face turned white.

He moved back and forth a few steps and scanned his eyes on the ground.

"Where's my sword?"

"Where's my sword?"

After looking for it for a long time, he didn't see the trace of his long sword. He fell down and grabbed the singing collar.

"Give me back my sword!"

Mo ran was completely flustered.

Without a sword, I am an ordinary person and can't do anything.

A bang.

The door of the room was kicked open.

Footsteps came from behind.

Mo ran didn't have time to look back, so he was kicked on his back and kicked out like a ball.