My Xiuxian has a mall

Chapter 107 Go to Hell
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Four bullets pierced the night sky and roared towards them. Unfortunately, they were far away and might not be able to arrive in time. Kazuo Ishihara's trump card came too insidiously and abruptly.

The four of Mo Qingran also hurriedly dodged, trying to avoid the vital points.

However, the shuriken adjusted its direction as if it had eyes, and the tip of the sword shone with a poisonous cold light.

In an instant, death came.

Suddenly, a big sword full of true energy exploded, the blade was like a moon, tearing through the night, and at this critical moment, four deadly shurikens were cut off in one breath.

Jingle Jingle!

The shuriken bounced off and broke, setting off a cascade of sparks across the asphalt.

The ghost head knife almost wiped the backs of several people and slashed down, slashing into the ground like a knife cutting tofu, reaching a depth of one foot!
There was a moment of silence.

Kazuo Ishihara's pupils constricted suddenly, it was hard to imagine that this deadly situation was actually broken.

That ancient warrior youth with only level 7 aura was actually the strongest one. He quickly eliminated the four ninjas by himself, and he still had the energy to come to the rescue. What a terrifying strength!

He is definitely not an ancient warrior!This ghost knife and these talismans are also extraordinary!How could they have so many rare secret realm items, should they be Chinese cabbage on the side of the road?
Kazuo Ishihara looked at Mo Ming with extreme resentment.

Mo Ming didn't take it seriously, he breathed a sigh of relief, and finally caught up, he kicked his feet and ran towards the opponent.

Mo Zixiu, Xiao Qiyan and Bao You were all terrified, their expressions were shaken, and they felt that they had walked before the gate of hell, and they were extremely grateful to Mo Ming.

Bao You was so shocked that he threw himself to the ground, he didn't expect to be rescued by Mo Ming who he thought was not safe enough.

He really wanted to give himself two big mouths, and dared to doubt Brother Ming's strength.

Mo Qingran looked calm on the surface. She was holding the "Li Rong" disciple jade medal obtained in the secret realm of Qingjing Mountain in her hand, so she was not really worried about her life and could leave at any time.

But her heart was still full of turmoil, and Mo Ming really grew to such a terrifying level in a short period of time.

Thinking about how she was still ahead of him at the beginning, she couldn't help feeling bitter and anxious, and wanted to go back to practice and catch up with him as soon as possible.

The four of them also aimed at Kazuo Ishihara, ready to attack.

Bang bang bang!

The brass bullets from the sniper rifle arrived a long time ago, punching a row of holes in the ground, and sparks flew everywhere.

The ruthless beauty far away in the air was riding a delta hang glider, her long black hair dancing wildly with the wind.

She saw all this clearly below, and couldn't help but be shocked by Mo Ming's strength, able to cope with Baoyou's bragging bravery, maybe she really underestimated this guy.

Immediately, she surged with a strong sense of competitiveness, picked up the sniper rifle, and locked on Kazuo Ishihara with a murderous intent.

The situation took a turn for the worse, Kazuo Ishihara didn't dare to stay, I saw his figure flashed, turned into a black shadow and shrank into the inspection well under his feet.

"Want to escape?"

Mo Ming sneered, took out the feng shui compass, and followed the direction of the pointer, followed by the other four.

The eagle eyes in the sky are also patrolling everywhere, distinguishing the situation through subtle wind and grass movements.

Bang!
A shot blasted the ground, and the gravel splashed in all directions, revealing a thick sewer pipe underneath, which can accommodate one person, and a black shadow flashed quickly.

Mo Ming jumped into it with his knife and pursued him deep into the passage.

The light was dark, the sewage reached his waist, the rancid smell lingered at the tip of his nose, and the space was oppressive, making him seem to have returned to that villa.

He had no choice but to use his true energy to cover his body surface, isolate himself from the external environment, and try his best to walk on the water.

Bang!
Another shot blocked the opponent's way ahead of time. Mo Ming immediately seized the opportunity and shot three evil-suppressing talismans in succession.

"Suppress evil spirits!" The talisman shone brightly, finally slowing down the other party's actions, revealing the figure of Kazuo Ishihara.

Kazuo Ishihara didn't panic, instead he turned around and rushed towards Mo Ming with a ferocious face.

His aura was rising steadily, and he was completely released by the intentionally hidden aura. He soon broke through level 10 and became a level 11 ninja, equivalent to a cultivator in the foundation-building realm!
Mo Ming's pupils shrank slightly.

"Haha, Ba Ga, I didn't expect that, you can pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, can't I? You must have a big secret in your body, wait for me to kill you, absorb your soul, and then torture and search!"

Kazuo Ishihara broke through the blockade of the three evil-suppressing talismans, and stabbed Mo Ming with all his strength in his hand with Kunai. In the face of the absolute difference in strength, no evil-suppressing talisman and ghost knife could stop him.

One hit kill!

Swah——

The cold light of Kunai pierced the dark air, causing a piercing scream.

However, Kazuo Ishihara didn't have the feeling of hitting the body, his body rushed forward for a certain distance driven by inertia, feeling lonely.

Mo Ming disappeared out of thin air under his nose.

How is it possible?Only the ninja has ever used this cunning method to avoid other people's attacks. How did he do it?What the hell is he?
Kazuo Ishihara suddenly thought of a possibility, immortal cultivator, a profession that almost exists in legends.

For people outside Lingwu, cultivating immortals is even more mysterious. Perhaps, this is the only way to explain this guy's unbelievable strength!

Before Kazuo Ishihara had time to think about it, he felt a sense of fatal crisis emerge, not from the shooter above, but from the position where Mo Ming disappeared just now.

Mo Ming reappeared, holding the ghost head sword refined by Hundred Ghosts with both hands.

There are a total of ten evil-suppressing charms affixed to the blade, which emit a hazy light. It has obviously been injected with true energy, but it has not been stimulated. It is a delayed onset!
"Go to hell!"

Mo Ming seemed to be also affected by this knife, his voice was so cold that he swung the knife to chop it down!

The ghost head on the handle and the picture scroll of hell on the blade seemed to be resurrected, and the surrounding darkness was pulled by an invisible force, rushing madly, and condensed into a pitch-black blade.

The terrifying breath of death spreads out, piercing the soul.

Kazuo Ishihara was so frightened that he stabbed his stomach in the opposite direction and twisted, trying to use secret techniques to escape desperately.

However, the three Suppressing Evil Talismans attached to his body seemed to be stimulated by the evil power of the Ghost Head Saber at this moment, bursting out with their final strength, holding his figure tightly.

"Ah!" Kazuo Ishihara let out a scream of unwillingness like a ghost.

A protective aura flashed across his body, but to no avail, he was split open from head to tail.

This is the talisman prompted by the mall. Does it have the effect of protecting the body?

The ghost knife began to frantically absorb the fresh blood in the opponent's body, and put his sinful soul into the hell picture, and was devoured by hundreds of ghosts.

A hazy layer of blood enveloped the blade and Mo Ming, and Mo Ming felt that he was out of control again, and had strong negative emotions such as violent killing in his heart.

boom!
A silver bullet, which is different from ordinary brass bullets, pierced through the thick earth and rocks, and shot in the direction of Kazuo Ishihara's cry just now, and Mo Ming was right on the attack route.

Mo Ming tried to guide that evil emotion, pouring out towards the murderous bullet.

The Ghost Head Saber let out a hundred ghosts howling together, and it automatically cut upwards with a single stroke!

(End of this chapter)