MTL - The Transmigrated Senior Martial Brother-Chapter 61 Tomb house

Hearing the noise from the outside, Qin Mo brows wrinkled, and looked at the side without any signs of soberness, Lin Zikai, got out of the house.

"Wen old man, I heard that you have two outsiders hidden here?" The man screamed loudly in the courtyard.

"This... How is this possible? Who are you listening to?" Wen’s voice was a little dry, and he replied stutteringly.

Hearing the old man's words, Qin Mo stepped into the house, but at this moment he had walked out of the house and his body shape exposed the eyes of the outsiders.

"Don't dare to lie to me, roll!" He was a young man. When he saw Qin Mo, he was impatient with his face and pushed his hand to push the old man in front of him.

The old man’s age is already very big. The Yuanshen’s strength is not very high. He pushed it down and directly fell to the ground.

On the surface of the Qin ink, he walked to the front of Wen’s old man and lifted him from the ground. He looked at the young man with anger and looked at him. He said: “Roll!”

"Hey, come to be courageous!" Hearing that Qin Mo said this, the young man’s brows were picked up, and his eyes showed a bit of jokes. Then he looked at him with a sigh of relief and said, "No matter what you used to be outside the dark tomb. What identity, come to the dark tomb, is the tiger you have to give me lying, is the dragon you have to give me a plate."

With that said, he laughed in his mouth, his right hand slowly became a punch and made a crisp sound, and the action did not hesitate to smash the face of Qin Mo.

Seeing the young man actually did so, the old man’s eyes flashed a stern color, and the young man came to the forefront. If he really let him punch this to Qin Mo, Qin Mo will definitely not be hurt. When he was in the body and just wanted to shoot, he saw Qin Mo next to him. His face was cold and his right hand was extended, and he waved in the direction of the young man.

"Hey!" A clear sound rang out clearly in the air, and the old man looked at the young man with a stunned look, as if he was blocked by the invisible barrier, and his figure quickly retreated.

The whole small courtyard suddenly calmed down, and Wen’s old man’s eyes were unbelievably swept by Qin Mo. "Yuan Shenli attack." Wen old man muttered in the mouth, did not expect that just a few days, just awakened Yuan Shenli Qin Mo has been able to freely attack the Yuan Shenli.

"Yuan Shenli, huh, huh..." was stunned by Qin Moyi's palm. The young man looked gloomy and looked at Qin Mo fiercely, quite a bit gnashing.

"Kid, you must remember when you reincarnate in your next life, the cemetery is not you. Just awakened the Yuanshen people can provoke!" The young man leaned forward, his right foot stepped forward, the dark light flowing in his eyes, the left hand Tightly held on the chest, a huge palm slowly formed in front of him. He mocked and smiled at the direction of Qin Mo.

Seeing this giant palm, Qin ink changed his face, his Yuanshen power just awakened, and the powerful attack was just like that. He took the old man next to him and his body shape quickly receded.

"Drink!" suddenly came a low drink, at the same time, Qin Mo suddenly found a person in front of him, he directly stood in front of Qin Mo, his hands slammed.

"Booming ......" The low-impact sounds sounded in the ears of a few people, and for a time the wind was overwhelming, and the surrounding objects were turned into fly ash.

After the middle energy fluctuations calmed down, Qin Mo was only able to see the station in front of him.

Seeing him, Qin ink face inevitably showed a bit of joy, but still faintly said in his mouth: "You wake up."

Lin Zikai retracted his palm, and his violent temperament disappeared. He smiled at the direction of Qin Mo: "Well."

After just fighting with Lin Zikai, the young man looked pale and looked at the direction of Qin Mo, and suddenly spit out a blood.

"You will regret what you have done!" The eyes stared like a viper, staring at the forest, the inside of the dark tomb, and no one ever dared to hurt him.

He was in a shape, and an extremely powerful force fluctuated from him. His hands were extremely radiant, and the void was in the grip, and a huge axe appeared in his hand.

The axe is a light and transparent color, not an entity. It is the weapon seen in the ice room before Qin Mo.

"Escape, this is the weapon of the Yuanshen." Seeing this huge axe, Wen’s face is full of horror, and Qin Mo and Lin Zikai will flee here.

The young man held a huge axe and slammed it in the direction of the three people. Axe swung out and the surrounding air shook and rushed toward the trio.

Lin Zikai broke away from the old man's head, and the naked eye could see him wrapped in it. At a moment, the sky seemed to be dark, and the surrounding winds were raging. Lin Zikai's right hand was gripped, and an unremarkable long stick was held by the forest. His eyes were sharp and his long sticks ushered in the giant axe in the hands of young men.

When the two were about to meet, Qin Mo condensed the Yuanshen into several thin needles and flew away from the heads of young men.

"Boom!" The long stick and the giant axe slammed together, and the low collision sound slowly spread out in the air. The violent volatility waved and violently spread out. It was affected by this force, and several people were in shape. The ground stepped back a few steps.

This simple meta-power weapon confrontation, Lin Zikai and the young man are almost evenly matched, seeing the old man stunned.

"The weapon is good... ah!" The young man stared at the long stick in the hands of Lin Zikai, his eyes flashing in the cold, but before he could say something, he felt a sense of severe pain in his mind, as if something was in him. The head is constantly stirring. Qin Mo just sent a fine needle and finally shot into his head.

Seeing this situation, Lin Zikai's right foot forwarded a span, and the long pole dance in his hand was so airtight that the light flashed and fluttered toward the young man with no murderousness.

Feeling the sharp offensive in front of the eyes, the man's heart was chilling, and he did not dare to scorn, holding his head and rolling his head. His body moved slightly and hit an invisible wall that blocked him from the ground. At this moment, Lin Zhe's attack also fell on him mercilessly.

The young man’s pupil suddenly shrank, and apparently did not think that he was forced to be so embarrassed by the person in front of him. He endured the pain and mobilized the mind of the gods in his mind. His eyes were red and his mouth was low and low: "The golden bell."

A layer of light golden light transparent mask violently emerged from the man's body, covering him all over the body, even if the pain in his head, the man's face still showed a touch of smile, this golden bell called him more than half Yuan Shenli, he believes that he will be able to block the attack of Lin Zikai.

Sure enough, the man’s long stick was blocked by the golden bell.

But before I waited for the man to be happy for a long time, Lin Zikai’s long stick in his hand jerked, as if a lot of energy was injected in a moment, only to hear a "clam" sound, and the man thought that the unbreakable golden bell ruptured for a moment. A small light spot is scattered in the air.

Lin Zikai’s blow also fell on the man.

The man came from the air and whispered. When the surrounding area was quiet, the old man could see the young man's situation. He lay on his face with a languid face, his hands vacantly hang down, and the eyes looked at Lin Ziwei viciously: "You turned out to be If you dare to offend the tomb, you won’t have a good end."

Lin Zizhen’s eyes were black and his eyes flashed with a **** color. With a long stick in his hand, he would attack the man again.

Looking at the long stick, the young man looked white and stiff, and refused to take care of his body. His body was violent and his mouth was low. "You wait, the cemetery will not let you go."

"I never stayed behind." Lin Ziqi's tone was low, full of strong killings, and the long stick in his hand waved mercilessly to the man.

"Wait." Wen's voice rang behind the sound, and when he heard him, Lin Zizhen did not change his movements, and the long stick in his hand still attacked the man.

Seeing the anxious color on the head of Wen Lao, Qin Mo and his eyes flashed, and directly held the right hand of Lin Zikai, whispered: "Wait."

He was held by Qin Mo, and Lin Zi’s body was stiff, and his violent temper was converged by him. He looked down at Qin Mo's long fingers and said softly: "Good."

Seeing that Lin Zikai stopped the attack, the man's whole body coagulated blood and flowed again. His eyes were surging, and he wanted to say something but did not dare to speak. He flew away from the small courtyard at his feet.

When the young man left safely, Wen’s head was relieved. Hearing his voice, Qin ink's face was cold, and he turned to look at Wen Laotou, and said in a word: "What is your purpose?"

The voice of Qin Mo fell, the whole space was quiet, and Lin Zi's eyes also fell on the warm old man. For a time, the surrounding atmosphere was extremely dignified.

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