Global Erosion: Non-Human Claims to Be My Mr.

“Swish——”

With a push of his fingertips, the long sword flexibly circled Qin Mo's wrist bone and went straight to the heart of the man in the shirt who was rushing up from the right.

Qin Mo and Ling Zhan faced each other and stopped the fierce falling force of the double halberds with their bare hands.

Becoming stronger!

There was a gleam of light in his eyes, and Ling Zhan secretly increased his strength, thinking.

Qin Mo raised his head slightly and kicked.

The sharp tip of the halberd was only a millimeter away from his eyeball.

Ling Zhan groaned as his abdomen was hit, and he slid backwards.

Looking at Qin Mo again, Ling Zhan's eyes were bright and intimidating.

He originally thought that it would be very satisfying if he could have a fight with Qin Mo.

Now......

His wish was fulfilled in disguise.

After repelling Ling Zhan, Qin Mo didn't even have time to breathe.

The man in the shirt, who had temporarily suspended his attack due to the influence of the long sword, was now close and took over from Ling Zhan to challenge him.

"Go to hell!".

The air was split in half by the sharp blade, making a whistling sound.

Holding Qin Mo's sword, the man in the shirt slashed at Qin Mo a little clumsily.

Through the shirt man's every move, Qin Mo saw that the shirt man did not know how to use the long sword and could not bring out the power of the long sword.

The long sword in the opponent's hand is like a kitchen knife in a child's hand.

Dangerous, but lacking in deterrence.

Qin Mo turned sideways, raised his hand and grabbed the shirt man's wrist and squeezed it tightly.

"what!".

A sharp pain came from his wrist and the man in the shirt cried out in pain.

Qin Mo easily took back the sword and hit the man in the shirt.

"Bang!".

Suddenly, the hilt of the sword hit his chest and the man in the shirt fell to his knees in embarrassment.

The pain subsided, and the man in the shirt with trembling eyes looked up at Qin Mo nervously and fearfully.

He was afraid that the sword in Qin Mo's hand would pierce his heart next.

Looking down at the man in the shirt who had lost his ability to fight, Qin Mo's brows tightened slightly, and confusion seemed to emerge in his eyes.

After a brief fight, the man in shirt performed really badly.

Qin Mo felt like an adult was fighting with a child.

"Ling Zhan!".

"What are you doing!".

"You think you can beat him alone!".

His eyes swept across the shining sword, and the man in the shirt shuddered, turned to Ling Zhan and shouted in a trembling voice.

"I feel..."

Ling Zhan, who was named, paused for a moment, raised his eyelids and smiled and replied:

"I can."

Man in shirt: “…”

There was a hint of resentment mixed with fear.

The man in the shirt hurriedly passed Ling Zhan and cast his eyes for help to No. 3 and the blonde doll, seeking a glimmer of hope.

"Swoosh——".

His eyes were blurred and the man in the shirt fell to the ground with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

A section of the neck was exposed, and a bright red dot left a mark on the Adam's apple.

It's like an elder using a cinnabar pen to dot a red mole between the eyebrows of a young child.

"waste!".

The blonde puppet cursed under his breath.

Seeing the man in the shirt being killed by the long needle in No. 3's hand, the smile on Ling Zhan's face faded a little, and his eyes became dark.

"What are you standing there for!".

"If you can't kill him, you'll be next!".

The blonde puppet glanced at Ling Zhan and sneered.

Ling Zhan lowered his eyelashes, not looking at the blonde puppet, and suddenly increased the strength of his hands holding the double halberds.

Qin Mo glanced at the blonde doll and No. 3. He was assessing how much No. 3's strength had recovered so far.

Hearing the voice, his gaze turned to Ling Zhan.

pity......

From his direction, he couldn't see clearly whether Ling Zhan's eyes were as calm as he appeared to be.

Zheng!

The sound of metal colliding was endless.

At the urging of the blonde puppet, Ling Zhan, holding the double halberds, threw himself into the battle with Qin Mo.

Facing Ling Zhan's superb double halberd skills, Qin Mo did not dare to slack off for a moment.

"Sizzle——".

He saw that every time he attacked, it was either blocked by the long sword or dodged by Qin Mo.

Ling Zhan felt a deep sense of confusion and asked himself.

The double halberds are not powerful enough?

Qin Mo's figure is as graceful as a pine tree and as elegant as a startled swan.

Qin Mo used his long sword along with the shadow dance steps, as if he was dancing a sword dance.

"Click!".

Ling Zhan retreated, connecting the halberd with both hands, and instantly transformed it into a long spear with double spear heads.

He still doesn't believe this!

I have to try it to see if I can hit the target!

Ling Zhan shook the halberd in his hand, and several halberd shadows as powerful and dense as raindrops rushed towards Qin Mo.

If the air became substance, one could see countless sieve-sized holes poked by the halberd.

Qin Mo's pair of gilded eyes sparkled brightly.

No matter how fast Ren Lingzhan was, he could clearly see the movement trajectory of the spear.

Under the rules of time, Ling Zhan may not be able to hurt Qin Mo even if he spends his entire life.

When Ling Zhan stops...

Qin Mo seized the opportunity and kicked Ling Zhan in the chest.

Ling Zhan's fierce offensive collapsed instantly.

How to fight this...

It seemed as if he was joking with the other party...

Ling Zhan had already realized that he was no match for Qin Mo, and he felt more bitter than if he had swallowed coptis.

If his movements were not restricted, he would turn around and leave immediately.

"This is also a waste!".

The blond puppet with an indifferent expression commented on Ling Zhandao after the man in the shirt.

Ling Zhan: “…”

Hey!

A dirty word is like a thorn in my throat.

He really wanted to say, If you can do it, then do it!

"puff!".

Qin Mo pulled back the sword swiftly, and the warm and sticky blood soaked the clothes on Ling Zhan's abdomen.

"Click! Click!".

Blood dripped from the sword onto the ground, and the smell of blood penetrated into the nostrils of Qin Mo and Ling Zhan.

Depend on!

loss!

Ling Zhan bared his teeth, his expression ferocious, as if his mouth was burned by the air.

"Hiss!".

At the cost of his life, he cut through Qin Mo's arm and clothes with the long spear and moved again.

The sharp tip of the halberd almost brushed Qin Mo's face and ended up cutting off a piece of Qin Mo's hair.

Something's wrong...

In Qin Mo's eyes, Ling Zhan ignored the bleeding wound on his abdomen and tried to injure himself again.

His eyes moved, and Ling Zhan took the initiative to meet Qin Mo's scrutinizing gaze.

A pair of eyes, filled with helpless bitterness.

"puff!".

As the long sword went in and out, Ling Zhan suffered another new wound.

After a stagger, Ling Zhan stumbled towards Qin Mo and raised his halberd to stab him.

Qin Mo dodged backwards and created some distance.

A pair of gilded eyes turned to No. 3 and the blonde doll who were watching the battle not far away.

Then, the strange behavior of the blonde doll caught Qin Mo's attention.

The blonde puppet moved its ten fingers up and down, as if playing a beautiful piece of music on an invisible piano.

Qin Mo keenly connected it with Ling Zhan.

He compared and found that the blond puppet had replaced Ling Zhan as the controller of his body at some point.

"puff!".

Ling Zhan accidentally bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood foam, but smiled bitterly: "......".

"I beg you to give me a quick death."

"Is it possible?".

【Warm】

[He has a lot of lines]

Qin Mo dodged the sharp wind from the halberd and narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard the words.

Based on what Xiaoyueliang said, he guessed that the method used by the blonde puppet to control Ling Zhan was the string that Xiaoyueliang mentioned.

One after another, transparent and slender threads came into Qin Mo's sight.

A thin line as tough and thin as a fishing line sank into the void from Ling Zhan's body.

One end was wrapped around the pink fingertips of the blonde doll.

“Click...click...”

The dead man in the shirt suddenly stood up shakily like a zombie.

Then a tiger, hunting its prey, attacked Qin Mo from behind.

One of Qin Mo's legs was held tightly by the man in the shirt, so he could only stand there to deal with Ling Zhan and No. 3 who rushed over one after another.

Qin Mo kicked his legs, feeling nostalgic for this essential item for disposing of corpses when traveling.

The slime of the heartbroken beast...