Infinite Heroes Seat

"Come, come here!" Mo Wen hooked his index finger frivolously.

Although the dragon on the opposite side is a strange beast, it has gained a bit of spirituality after living for many years, and naturally understands the provocative meaning of it.

The eyes suddenly turned red. It was originally the God of War mount. It followed the God of War to fight in the north and south. In the end, the latter was broken and left. It has been guarding the inheritance of the God of War. It does not want to be careless today, but was injured by the intruder. In this way, he was suddenly very angry.

"Roar!--"

The magic dragon roared again, and the three-foot-long body ran towards Mo Wen like a bull.

"idiot!"

Mo Wen flashed lightly and effortlessly swept the Dragon Slaying Knife horizontally, and he drew a foot-deep mouth on the waist of the Devil Dragon.

Suffering another wound on his body, the magic dragon aroused the wild nature, and rushed at Mo Wen regardless of recklessness. The remaining three thighs stretched their teeth and claws towards Mo Wen.

It is a pity that Mo Wen, who lifted Lingbo's microsteps, was like a butterfly among flowers, and saw the giant claws dodge back and forth, and a wave of his hand left scars on the magic dragon.

In a blink of an eye, one person and one beast fought for a few more rounds, Mo Wen was still as spotless as before, standing gracefully, but the dragon on the opposite side was covered in blood, cracks were everywhere on the fine scale armor, and the flesh and blood rolled out, looking extremely terrifying.

Standing at the top of the steps, the big green eyes of the magic dragon lantern stared at Mo Wen, and the killing intent in it almost made people doubt whether this was a beast at all.

One person, one beast, one up and down, quietly opposing each other, this time the dragon arched all over, and the bones and muscles shook his body. Obviously full of energy, but did not pounce on it again.

Mo Wen frowned and didn't move rashly. He didn't understand the purpose of the magic dragon, and suddenly a moist chill came from the bottom of his feet.

He smiled at the corner of his mouth and didn't need to turn his head. Mo Wen now knew what the opposite Devil Dragon was thinking.

It turned out that there were ebbs and flows in the small lake below. This magic dragon occupies the steps, trying to force Mo Wen to face it head-on, otherwise. I can only watch myself being submerged by the tide.

"Interestingly, a beast knows how to use tricks, but you think I'm afraid of you?"

Mo Wen opened his eyes. An inch-long white light spurted out, and his right foot stomped on the ground, only to hear a low roar, dust overflowing. The whole person shot at the magic dragon like a sharp arrow.

"Die me!"

The black dragon slaying knife seemed to have absorbed all the light. Amid the low whistling sound, a black barrier burst open suddenly, swallowing everything around it like an abyss.

"Roar!--"

The Devil Dragon also roared, his entire body was tightened like a bowstring, and then rushed towards the black light, stretched out three thick thighs, with cold light on the claws, and even grabbed it abruptly towards the black barrier.

One person and one beast collided violently.

"squeak--"

A harsh rubbing sound. The claws of the devil dragon seemed to have fallen into a grindstone of flesh and blood, and the first two claws were crushed into two pieces in an instant. But the third one grabbed the dragon-slaying knife that revealed its blade.

The two broken claws were gushing with blood, and the claw holding the dragon knife was cut in a little bit, but the magic dragon showed a grinning smile, opened its mouth suddenly, and bit down at Mo Wen. Mo Wen could almost clearly see the white teeth exposed, and his nose could also smell the faint blood in the dragon's mouth.

But only a few inches from Mo Wen's head, the giant mouth of the magic dragon stopped.

A white jade palm pressed firmly against its forehead, no matter how hard it struggled, it couldn't make a step forward, its huge mouth opened and closed, but it couldn't be touched at all.

Holding the Dragon Slaying Knife in one hand and pressing the Devil Dragon in the other, Mo Wen showed a bloodthirsty smile.

The blessing of the perfect bloodline, the training in the dark world, the blessing of the twelve-layer dragon elephant Prajna Gong, Mo Wen's great power has reached the b+ evaluation, and it has a power of thousands of kilograms, and then it is a grade. That is a myth. To the extent that it is only in the legend, can a devil dragon be more ferocious than him?

Mo Wen squeezed his forehead tightly, and the Devil Dragon roared unwillingly. When he twisted his body, the whole tail drew over, causing a gust of wind.

Seeing the tail twitching, he couldn't hear his voice until the strong wind blew the corner of his clothes, and then his right leg was thrown out like a whip.

Hearing a loud bang, the scales on the tail of the magic dragon ruptured all together, revealing bright red flesh and blood, and retreated at a faster speed.

"Tsk!"

Mo Wen gave a light spit, because he was afraid of being taken out of the world by the law of traction. Just now, he didn't dare not be able to bless his internal power. After all, relying solely on physical strength, his power is limited, and he can only do this kind of blow like a blunt weapon. To the extent, if the internal force is added to produce that kind of bursting effect, he has the confidence to scrap the tail of that magic dragon with one kick.

But even so, it scared the magic dragon enough, the fierce light in the green eyes disappeared without a trace in a moment, and the eyes that looked at Mo Wen did not look like they were looking at humans, but were looking at the status still being there. The predator above.

Turning his head anxiously, the dragon gave birth to a retreat for the first time.

"Afraid now? It's too late!"

Perceiving the fear of the dragon, Mo Wen just laughed, and the left hand holding the dragon slaying knife slammed hard, ‘poof! With a soft sound, Mo Wen's remaining claws were broken like a saw tree.

Pressing on the forehead of the dragon with one hand, Mo Wen held the dragon-slaying knife in the other hand and plunged into the neck of the dragon with his backhand. All the sharp blades several feet long plunged into the dragon's body. Came out.

The blood sprayed down like raindrops, and Mo Wen's white clothes were all dyed red, pulling out the Dragon Slaying Knife.

The magic dragon writhed on the ground like a snake, with nostalgia for life in his eyes, and slowly disappeared.

"It works well!"

But Mo Wen didn't even look at it. Instead, he looked at the Dragon Slaying Sword and saw the white light slowly emerging from the sword. Then he smiled satisfied and strode towards the Temple of War.

Dragon Sword

Grade: b-

Category: Treasures for People

Orders the sword of the martial arts to cut iron like mud, and once slayed the magic dragon, increasing its lethality on the martial arts people, the alien beasts, and the dragon clan.

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There is a long step at the main entrance to the Temple of War, which is as many as a thousand steps. In the lowermost steps, there is a large stone turtle with a height of more than eight feet. Full of symbolic graphics, intricately complex, Mo Wen has acquired the inherent skill Baiyi because of Huang Rong. Although it has little effect on combat power, it can be said to be a good hand for Yilishushu, but after all, the Baiyi level is still relatively low. When I reached the level of a master, I saw that it was a bit easy to count and a bit like astronomy, and some did not understand it. In the end, he shook his head and ignored it.

Thousand-step stone steps are fleeting, and within a short while, Kung Fu Mi Wen appears at the entrance of the hall. The entire hall is extremely tall and wide, making people unconsciously feel like a wisp of ant-like insignificance, but it is a pity that I have witnessed the hall of heroic spirits. The majestic posture covering the sky and the earth, this degree of oppression could not bring any discomfort to Mo Wen, but the words engraved on the huge wall facing the intersection made Mo Wen a little moved.

"The world is not benevolent and everything is a dog"

In a daze, Mo Wen seemed to have returned to the dark world again, how he watched the heroic gods crush the world and looked at everyone's desperate and surprised faces.

Mo Wen knew that the correct answer to this sentence should be that heaven and earth treat everything in the same way, but with the same sentence, Mo Wen matched the strange sights and mysteries of the Temple of War, but it resonated with other theories, and the state of mind was new again. The change.

Looking at everything around him, Mo Wen suddenly felt a sense of supremacy, as if his eyes were looking down on the earth from the clouds~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Seeing everything, sunrise, sunset, vicissitudes of life, the great changes in the world, indifference, Ruthless, it seems that even if this world is destroyed, nothing can move him.

Inside the Hall of Heroic Spirits, while feeling the situation of the girls in the various small worlds, while leisurely eating the snacks left by Huang Rong, although she can manifest the delicacies herself, it seems that it is only based on the delicacy of those delicacies. She understands that the taste is average, and it's far worse than a top master like Huang Rong, so she really likes Huang Rong’s food, and Huang Rong is also smart, knows who to please in this **** seat, and she personally every three differences. After cooking, even before going to other Xiaoqian worlds, he didn't forget to make some snacks for the original.

And at this moment, the hand that originally held the pastry was just a meal, and a slight smile was drawn at the corner of his mouth.

"Ale, the master suddenly has this kind of sentiment, should it be good or bad?

Hey, do you want to remind me, it's really embarrassing..."

But looking at the smiles at the corners of her mouth, it is not difficult to see her mentality at this time. (To be continued...)

ps: thanks to Zhao, **** look up and pitch black wing's monthly pass