These two old men seem to be no longer under the ink scale, but the ink scale can fight against one enemy and two masters of the same realm alone.
"Mo Li, you have already got the ten-edged ink plum in ancient times in your book Jian Zhai, and now you want to take this bronze sword for yourself. Isn’t it a bit greedy?" An old man who fought against the ink scale said in a bad tone.
Ink scales don’t talk, fingers are flexible, and bronze swords are flying up and down. Lotus flower flash, an old man’s arm was cut off. The bronze blade is stained with blood, which is even more rare.
The old man retreated quickly, prompting the spiritual force, and the broken arm showed flesh and blood peristalsis, and a fresh life ratio grew. A master of such a realm can regenerate even a little flesh and blood as long as the Yuan God is immortal.
Zhuge didn’t look at the bronze blade in the hands of ink scales, and suddenly felt something happened to the bronze hilt in the body. He couldn’t help wondering, "Is it one of the two?"
"Boom!"
Large tracts of divine light poured down like the Tianhe River, drowning toward the ink scales.
Ink scale waved the ink pen in his hand, and an ink river was greeted. Fiona Fang more than a dozen miles of ancient forest time reduced to ashes, in this horrible fluctuation. Zhuge Liang and Tian Yu also quickly flew away from the towering trees at their feet to avoid being affected.
"Brush!"
When the bronze blade came out, it penetrated the old man’s chest.
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Chapter 465 Three feet of ink plum (below)
The bronze blade is one of the top ten weapons in ancient times, but obviously, it is a broken magic weapon with only the blade. But Rao is so powerful that he can’t be underestimated. Under the control of Ink Scale, the bronze blade runs through the chest of an old man.
But this damage is a piece of cake for practitioners in this realm, and it doesn’t take a moment for the blood hole in front of the old man to recover.
The dust in the hands of a real dragon scattered people danced like Youlong, and the divine light brushed a practitioner’s lower body until it was bloody. The man said coldly, "It’s a long way to go. You are so protective of that old man with ink scales. Are you two having an affair?"! ？”
While speaking, the man pushed more sharply, and thousands of firm but gentle waves flooded the dragon.
"The mouth is not inferior, it is time to fight!" The real dragon scattered people and drank lightly. With a flick of dust, all the firm but gentle waves turned into fly ash.
"M, damn old bastard, I will kill you sooner or later!" Seeing that his master was insulted, Tian Yu couldn’t help cursing angrily.
Zhuge, on the other hand, is frowning at the moment. He feels that the bronze hilt in the body is getting more and more uneasy, as if to abolish it outside the body.
"What is the relationship between Mo Li and your master?" Zhuge asked suddenly before dawn.
"What do you mean?" Tian suddenly looked odd.
"I’m just asking, that’s all." Zhuge is speechless without light.
Tian Yu said, "My master and Mo Li are close friends. As long as they don’t close their doors, they will talk about immortals and Taoism together every year."
Zhuge didn’t nod his head and keep silent.
"poof!"
There was a flash of sword light, and the head of an old man was penetrated by the bronze sword. The skull is an important part of the practitioner, and the Yuan God hides in it. The bronze blade was cut with a sword, which directly obliterated the yuan god of the old man. If the yuan god was destroyed, it would not be able to recover.
"Brush brush ~ ~ ~"
The bronze sword fluttered up and down, and the old man’s body was chopped into countless pieces.
"ah! ! ！” Another old man’s eyes were red, shout at top of voice, and he rushed at the ink scale crazily. A small golden sword more than a foot long appeared in his hand. Although the small golden sword was only more than a foot long, it cut out a firm but gentle sword that could penetrate the sky.
"ding!"
Ink scale will call back the bronze blade, stand in front of his own, and the shock wave that swept away was like a whale absorbing water, and all poured into the bronze blade. And the bronze blade has become golden.
"It is worthy of being the ten blades of ancient times. Although it is broken, it is still not something that ordinary attacks can destroy." Tian Yu’s face lit up, after all, the real dragon scattered people and the ink scale are now the United front.
But at this time, a sound of dragons and tigers whistling came from a distance, and a middle-aged man flew in, holding a golden spear in his hand. Above the spear, there seemed to be a golden dragon coiled. The middle-aged man didn’t talk too much nonsense. He shook the spear directly and stabbed a golden horse to kill the ink scale.
"Zhang Jiao!" The old man who is opposed to the ink scale is excited.
"You step down!" The middle-aged man cold track, holding a golden spear to kill up.
"Ask war spear!" Ink scale finally unbearable color change, some hoarse voice.
War spear also belongs to one of the ten ancient blades, and it is a complete blade of God, which is not comparable to the broken bronze blade in the hands of Ink Scale.
"bang!"
The bronze blade collided with the candlestick war spear, and the bronze blade suddenly flew back, while the candlestick war spear was golden. The middle-aged man held war spear and looked at the bronze sword: "It turned out to be just a broken weapon, and I reluctantly accepted it!"
Say and candlestick war spear like Youlong drill out, straight to the ink scale.
The ink scales hold the sword tactic, and the bronze sword flies up and down, which is extremely flexible, but it is still no match for war spear. After a few rounds, Mo Li was beaten back again and again.
"Where’s the ink plum in your book Jian Zhai? Do you want to fight war spear with a broken weapon? " Middle-aged man coldly denounced, but showed no mercy. When war spear came out of him, a golden edge penetrated the ink scale’s chest, flew out of his back, and destroyed a mountain in the distance.
"Dad, take the sword!" Suddenly a loud roar loud, from the ancient forest below, Mo Ximen stepped on a purple gourd and flew up. He hit a raven and quickly flew to Mo Li’s eyes.
Ink scales grabbed it. It was a long sword with a scabbard, full-bodied and black, without any luster, but there was a series of ink lingering on the blade.
"Mo Mei!" The middle-aged man looked dignified.
Mo Mei Jian also belongs to the ten ancient blades, and it is also an intact weapon, and its power is comparable to that of war spear. When Mo Mei Jian came out, the middle-aged man couldn’t help but take a breath of air conditioning. He only had a pair of candlestick and war spear in his hand, but Mo Li got Mo Mei, which was equivalent to having two ancient blades at the same time.
"Hey!"
The ink plum is unsheathed, bringing up an inky light. Three feet long, it looks like a sword instead of a sword, but it has no tip. It looks like a ruler, black and seemingly unremarkable.
"Brush ~ ~"
As soon as Mo Mei came out, dozens of ink-colored firm but gentle strokes came empty, just like a brush strokes the ink in the void, and went straight to the middle-aged man.
"Hey!"
The middle-aged man waved the candlestick and war spear, repeatedly stabbing out more than a dozen sharp edges. War spear split off the candlestick, and a golden Youlong flew out, bobbing into the ink scale.
At the same time, the ink scales offered bronze swords and ink plums, and two swords, one green and one black, crisscrossed. Draw a circle in mid-air, but smash all the cyan edges.
"Old deathless, this still can’t kill you?" Mo Ximen laughed.
"Junior, I’ll meet you!" And at that time, the old man who retired before killed him again, but the goal was Simon.
"Boom!"
The old man’s cultivation is obviously above Moximen. With a wave of his hand, two big hands print down, like five fingers mountain. Simon Mo let out a cry and manipulated the purple gourd to fly up and walk through five fingers. But the old man took the initiative to meet him, and a war spear appeared in his hand, stabbing Simon.
"Shameless old thing, bullying my junior, are you ashamed to lose it?" Simon ink to avoid, while big scold a way.
"If you talk insolently, I will teach you a lesson for you!" The old man sneered, and war spear stabbed again and again. At the moment, the whole sky was sharp.
"Dad, you have two things in your hand. Borrow one." Simon Mexin fled left and right and shouted at his father.
Ink scale raised my hand and hit the bronze blade at his son. The old man immediately turned white, and the bronze war spear split up, trying to stop the bronze blade. But the bronze blade is even a broken magic weapon, and its power is comparable to that of ordinary weapons. The bronze war spear was immediately cut into two pieces by the bronze sword.
"Ha ha ha!" Mo Ximen laughed, raised his hand, and the bronze blade danced and went straight to the old man.
The old man once again had a handful of war spear in his hand, and the two men fought together.
On the other hand, the strength of the ink scale that got Mo Mei increased greatly, and it was inseparable from the middle-aged man. The ink is firm but gentle and the golden edge is radiant. The real dragon scattered people and her opponents have also fought to the point of white-hot, and the real dragon scattered people have been a shoo-in, and within one hundred rounds, they are bound to defeat their opponents.