Chapter 1001

Thunderbolt in the air.

The shadow of the sword is dancing.

Mo Yan gave the old dwarf Bu Feng a full blow!

A sword of death!

Through a lot of defense, but also to break the step wind wear on the body of the thorn armor, a sword pierced his heart!

Come on! Cruel! Sure!

Don't give each other any life!

The old dwarf Bu Feng's eyes widened in disbelief. He looked at Mo Yan, who was suddenly approaching, and the terrible long sword with blue light and thunder on his chest. The blood gushed out of his lips: "you... Your sword... Can pierce my family's... Thorn armor“

no

How could that be!

This thorn armor is a spirit weapon of four grades!

Sipin!

He is a master of Yuanwu period, so he is qualified to use the four level spirit weapon; There is a huge difference between the three spirit weapons used by the practitioners in Zifu period!

The fourth spirit weapon is at least 100 times stronger than the third spirit weapon!

He couldn't figure out how Mo Yan, a monk of Zifu period, killed himself with his sword?

Mo Yan's sword... He can't see through

Full of unwilling.

A pair of eyes full of nostalgia for the world, as well as from the heart of the vicious, left the world.

Bu Feng's body tilted and his head drooped. He lost his breath and died completely.

"This old monster, huh."

When xiaoqinggu saw that Bufeng was dead, he snorted with disdain, and two tubes of heat came out of his nose.

At the same time, carrying his beloved demon king, he flew down from the sky and landed safely.

Ziqianmo, leaping from the dragon's back.

Her face is a little pale, the sky demon puppet art, is a very advanced magic. For her now, forced to use, or a little bit reluctantly, Demon power consumption is extremely huge.

Now the body is in deficit, and both feet are weak.

When he landed, he didn't stand firm and nearly fell down.

"Be careful."

Fortunately, Mo Yan's eyes and hands were quick. With the fastest speed, he skimmed over and took his lover in his arms.

Soft waist.

It's fragrant.

All of them made his heart flutter.

It's a pity that he doesn't have such a beautiful mind now. His wife's pale face reminds him that she looks very bad and needs care and rest.

"Next time, don't be so brave." Mo Yan released another hand and gently helped her dry the sweat from her forehead.

She is very tired.

Breathing, it's a little messy.

It was very painful for him.

"I didn't show off."

Ziqianmo is very persistent.

How can we be called to be brave?

But in that case, we have to be stronger!

It's a fight that can't be lost.

She's going to do her best to help him. It's that simple.

Mo Yan saw that she had lost her bloody lips and pursed them slightly. She looked very stubborn. She couldn't help feeling soft again. She sighed helplessly: "well, well, what my daughter-in-law said is right."

Just follow her.

I can't bear to contradict her again.

Her heart.

Can he not understand?

He's not made of wood.

"Lean on me and have a rest."

Mo Yan hugged her and let her lean on herself. At the same time, a big hand gently stroked her hair.

He took out a elixir to supplement the spirit power and gave it to her.

Of course, this pill was made by her.

It's natural that the effect of medicine should be first-class.

Ziqianmo leans on Mo Yan's shoulder, feeling the feeling of the spiritual power between his lips and teeth. His long eyelashes droop slightly. There is no expression on his face, but he is smiling in his heart.