Once upon a time there was a demon pass

After all, as we all know, the longer the title on the business card, the less he looks like a boss.

"You're the curliest one, aren't you?"

Sun Wen looked quietly at Zhao Zicheng, but was ignored by Zhao Zicheng.

outside the window.

On the rooftops in the distance, Dabai's figure kept jumping on various rooftops, and finally dashed fiercely, smashing the remaining glass and blocking the last gap.

"Kill you old bastard!"

Lin Xiaoxiao stared, holding a long gun in his hand, and said by rushing.

As for introducing myself...

She didn't hear these guys talking before.

"One with five senses, three with four senses, plus one trash..."

"Ha ha..."

The old man looked around at everyone and sneered, his eyes full of sarcasm: "Even if you are from Mo Academy, you are too confident to fight with me."

"Make way, everyone is safe."

"Otherwise, the old man won't care about the regulation of killing people."

While speaking, the old man was filled with murderous aura.

"Always try..."

"I boast that the lives of my brothers are quite valuable."

"If you kill us, you'll be covered in shit, and you won't be able to shake it off."

"right..."

Zhao Zicheng opened his mouth with a smile, and the moment the words fell, the sandbag appeared in front of him out of thin air, and turned into a phantom, blending into his body, leaving a sandbag mark only between the eyebrows.

Awakened things enter the body.

The next moment, Zhao Zicheng rushed towards the old man.

"You're shit, I'm not."

Mu Yu's voice was ice-cold, the tombstone fell heavily on the ground, and streaks of black gas continued to radiate.

And Mu Yu manipulated the black energy, constantly sketching something in the void.

But very few strokes.

A very complicated and weird text appeared in the void and was imprinted on the tombstone.

The old man's body trembled slightly, and there was a momentary emptiness in his eyes.

And Zhao Zicheng just rushed to the old man's side at this time, taking advantage of his brief absence, he bumped his shoulder hard.

In about half a second, the old man's eyes had returned to clarity.

Looking at Zhao Zicheng who was close to him, the old man dropped his palm expressionlessly.

But the strange thing is that Zhao Zicheng not only didn't dodge, but puffed up his chest, and just took the initiative to meet him, looking like he enjoyed it.

A groan.

Zhao Zicheng flew backwards, his face pale as paper.

"What the hell, Liujue hits people..."

"It hurts..."

The moment he fell to the ground, Zhao Zicheng turned over, stood up again, and sprinted towards the old man again.

After the old man slapped that palm, his eyes became confused again.

Even the eye sockets were slightly wet, as if they were about to cry.

He suppressed this sad emotion and kept himself calm, but the palm seemed to have a counter-injury effect, and his body also felt a little pain.

Fortunately, he still had concerns in his heart, that palm... didn't use all his strength.

At this moment, Mu Yu's second text was outlined.

This text is more complicated than before.

The moment the words merged into the tombstone, streams of black gas appeared beside the old man out of thin air, binding the old man's limbs like ropes.

and...

Lin Xiaoxiao, who had been silent all this time, quietly came behind the old man at some point.

The moment the old man lost his mind and his body was restrained, the spear fell.

The old man's eyes changed slightly, and he snorted coldly.

The energy in the body surged, shattering the black gas, and the long spear just touched the old man's body before it was cut off by the energy.

Lin Xiaoxiao still pushed the spear hard and handed it to the old man's heart.

But still unable to advance an inch, only a faint bloodstain was left on the old man's heart.

Feeling the pain in his body, the old man finally became angry.

No more scruples about the prohibition of killing people as instructed by the hunting soul, and it doesn't matter whether these guys are from the Mo Academy or not, and what kind of background they have.

His eyes were cold, and he stepped forward, the energy shook the spear, and grabbed Lin Xiaoxiao's neck.

And at the same time, behind him, a phantom of an awakened object flashed past.

The third ray lights up.

His arms turned blood red, his skin was dry, and his fingers grew sharp nails.

It's like a devil's claw.

And those slender nails were aimed directly at the main artery in Lin Xiaoxiao's neck.

Obviously, not prepared to hold back.

The moment his palm approached Lin Xiaoxiao, the air fluctuated.

Lin Xiaoxiao's figure disappeared in place out of thin air, and appeared on Dabai's body the next moment.

"Old man, kill me!"

"You can kill me if you are capable, I am the grandson of Sun Yingxiong!"

"come!"

"We killed you to eliminate harm for the people!"

"If you kill us, you are courting death!"

"You really don't know what the second generation is!!!"

Sun Wen stood in the distance and shouted bluffing.

The anger in the old man's eyes subsided a little, as if he had recovered a bit of reason.

"As long as you kill us, the hunting soul will not be able to keep you, you will die!"

"If you don't believe me, try it!"

"If you want to live, break out without killing us."

"This is your only chance!"

Sun Wen had a shameless look, perfectly writing the word "Second Generation" on his face.

But I have to say, his words are still effective.

The old man stared at him with cold eyes, but compared to just now, he was much more sensible.

"boom!"

At the moment when the old man fell into deep thought, Artest jumped down from high in the air, smashing his fists down.

The figure of the old man disappeared suddenly.

The ground was cracked.

Gradually regaining his energy, Zhao Zicheng wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, rushed forward again, and blocked the old man.

One after the other with Artest, the old man was stopped in place.

Even if you can only stop...

For an instant.

Mu Yu's third text has finally...taken shape.

Text into the stele.

The void became a little fluctuating.

Streams of black air continuously emerged in the void, shuttled past, and even poured into the old man's body.

"The third technique..."

"Into the soul..."

Mu Yu whispered softly, without even raising his head the whole time.

He didn't even stop his hands, and continued to outline his fourth skill in the void.

It's just that his face was a little pale because of too much energy consumption.

This is also Mu Yu's exclusive effect.

The skills are released in order, and each time they increase, the energy and damage are doubled...