Chapter 90:

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The huge pressure came from the black long bones. The Qin ink sword crossed the chest and resisted the black-skinned old man's offensive, but his face became paler.
"Black bones!" Lin Zikai stared at the back of the old black bones, and sighed in the mouth. The breath suddenly became disordered. The guns in his hands made thousands of light and shadows, and went straight toward the old black bones and Qin Mo. go with.
Lin Zikai's movements are very fast, but they are very conspicuous when they are against each other. His body shape has just moved, and the right-hand monks on the opposite side have already discovered.
Although the previous battle was very confusing, there were still many people who noticed when Lin Zikai and Fei Chenzi were fighting. He was only in the Golden Age, but Lin Zikai’s strength made them feel scared.
I thought that Lin Zikai was going to break through, the monks quickly moved, and they flashed around, and the entire legal system suddenly changed. On the array, a huge light and shadow formed quickly and blew past the body of Lin Zikai.
Blocked by light and shadow, Lin Zikai's body shape, the gun in his hand danced, quickly stepped back a few steps, silver grabbed on the ground before stopping. The blood in the body surged, but his eyes were still staring at Qin Mo. The atmosphere of the whole body is more violent and suffocating.
With one blow, the righteous monks immediately recovered the attack on Lin Zikai and once again met the opposite demons.
Although the magic repair was previously caught off guard by the correct method of the monks, they were even more fierce as time passed. The rich and gloomy black air is condensed on the top of the magical repair, like a monster with claws and claws. The moment that I had just dealt with Lin Zikai almost made them sneak into it.
Lin Zikai once again vacated, like a ferocious falcon, moving fast.
The breeze fairy looked lightly and looked at the forest in the air. The pure white clothes were dancing and said: "I will stop him."
The lightness of the side moved the ear, and the interface said: "I will help you." His sleeves were on display, and a dark array was thrown in the direction of Lin Zikai.
Both of them have the strength of the Yuan Ying period. At this moment, encountering Lin Zikai is naturally not afraid.
At the same time as they played against each other, the old man with black eyes was cold and cold, and a black smog was emitted from the black bones in his hand. From the middle, he gave a huge force. The sword in the hands of Qin Mo was fierce, and blocked the offensive of the old man.
The spiritual power in Qin Mo quickly flowed, and the thunder sword in his hand exudes endless light. Under this light, the body of the old black man trembled.
The face of the old black bones changed slightly, and an unidentified dark fire surged in the chest. The five fingers slammed hard, and the whole black bones rose a bit. The most strange thing was that there was a blank out of the top of the black bone. Gray eyes.
The eye smashed, and a dark ray of light came straight out of it and shot toward the face of Qin Mo. Wherever the light passes, even the stones are turned into ashes.
There was no panic on the surface of Qin Mo, and a few steps back from his feet, which led to his strongest sword and the second style of the broken sword.
The swordsman flickered, and it was covered with a dark purple flame. With the thunder, it greeted the gray light, and after annihilating the gray light, it rushed directly toward the old man.
I didn't expect that this blow was actually cracked by Qin Mo. The old black bones were gloomy, and the black bones in the hands were raised. They went up one block and only heard a crack, and the black bones in their hands were cut off by the Lei Jian.
The direction of the falling sword is unchanged, and it is directly on the old man of the nigger. After the previous consumption, the power of this sword has already been worse than before, but the old black bones are still injured.
At the same time, Qin Mo's hands quickly formed a printing method, and a dazzling thunder and lightning appeared out of thin air, directly covering the old man of the black bones.
Wiping the face, the old man with black bones is very embarrassed at the moment. His eyes stared at Qin Mo, his fingers stroking the black bones and his eyes were red. If you look closely, you will find that his eyes have lost his mind.
The face of the old black man was gradually distorted to a degree of horror. He threw away the black bone that had been broken in his hand and walked toward Qin Mo step by step. As he walked, his original body suddenly became bigger.
Not yet approaching, the old man of the black bone waved against the face of Qin Mo. With his movements, a gust of wind swept over and directly hit Qin Mo's face.
There were righteous monks rushing forward to support Qin Mo, but they were shot and flew out at the moment of the old black bones, and some even lost their lives in an instant. The old black bones continued to walk toward Qin ink.
Lin Zikai was surrounded by a monk who was led by the breeze. Although he was blind, he could accurately throw out a plate and control the forest. The breeze is holding a colored strip of light, which is constantly wrapped around the forest, and the light strip looks weak and powerful.
He couldn't take off his body for a moment, and he could only watch the Qin Mo in the distance and the old man with the black bones.
The righteous monk constantly changed his position, and the magic weapon in his hand waved rhythmically. At this moment their power was united and rushed toward the head of the magic. Only this hit, it has fallen into the life of many demons.
The blackness of the magical body is getting more and more powerful. Behind them, there are thousands of demons in the claws. Under this shadow, they are full of momentum, and the battle between the magic and the righteous monks has once again become stalemate.
The old man in the black bones has a red blood in his eyes. At this moment, only Qin Mo is in his eyes. His only thought is to kill Qin Mo.
Qin ink fingers flew, and the lightning of one after another fell on the old man of the black bones, but the old man of the black bones seemed to be unaware, shaking his body and continuing to walk toward the front of Qin Mo.
Qin Mo brows a wrinkle, Dan Tianzhong's spiritual power and Thunderfire together to the thunder sword gathered, the long sword waved, behind the blade dragged a long fire dragon.
The old man with the black bones stretched out and grabbed the sword of Qin Mo. The free right hand swung out and patted the top of Qin Mo's head.
The body of the old black bone has risen a lot. Standing in front of Qin Mo is like a giant. His palm is also very large. He stretches out his palm and his palm is black and flashing. He has covered Qin Mo’s head underneath. Behind the giant palm, a ghost shadow flickered. Under this ghost, Qin Mo seemed to be in the same place, and could not move.
"Qin Mo!"
"Master!" Lin Ziyu screamed in his eyes, staring at the direction of Qin Mo, and his movements. The breeze fairy flashed his eyes and took advantage of this opportunity. The ribbon in his hand was firmly trapped in the forest, but she did not hurt him.
The body was set in place, the pressure on the palm of the hand made the heart of Qin and Qing chill, and the sword of the thunder sword was criss-crossed, but it was not as good as the black-bone old man. Dissipated.
The fire wall of the sky rises to the sky. At the moment of life and death, the thunder fire in Qin Mo has once again spread, and Qin Mo is directly wrapped in it.
The movement of the old black bones did not stop at all. Even if his right hand had been burnt by the thunder, a pungent smell was emitted, and he still clung to the top of Qin Mo’s head. He wants the life of Qin Mo.
However, at this moment, a ray of light emerged from the inside of Qin Mo, and as soon as the light appeared, it turned into a few virtual shadows and quickly spread out in the air. An invisible long tail stretched out from the shadow, directly photographed the old man of the black bones, flicked him out, and smashed the right way monk, and fell to the center of the magic.
The old man's body fell heavily on the ground and pulled a deep pit on the ground. He was black and his clothes were broken and he was particularly embarrassed.
"Your fox family is also your kind of shards can move at will?" The arrogant voice rang in the space, letting the original noisy scene suddenly calm.
Even flying dust, Luo Jin and Mo Shui three look toward it. Although there are many people coming to the middle of the magic domain, there are only three real masters. Because the interface is suppressed, the strength is also in the Yuan Ying's perfect period. They are comparable to them, and they can't win or lose.
Behind Qin Mo's body, a huge fox stood proudly, and his head was wide open, his eyes swept away in the presence of everyone, his eyes were proud, he couldn't be seen, and the four long tails were constantly swinging behind him.
"Little fox?" Qin Mo gasped a sigh of relief, his eyes swept over his shadow, his tone was hesitant.
"It's me." The little fox raised his head and his tone was quite arrogant. But when he saw Qin ink's fingers straight through his body, the two huge ears shook slightly and his eyes disappeared: " This is just a touch of God that was left behind..."
When the voice fell, its head raised high: "I just worried that you lost the face of Fox, this time if you don't have a foresight, you have already died in these handy hands." It glanced at the old black bones in the distance.
"Oh." Qin Mo's tone was dull, but the corner of his mouth was up a bit, and a warm stream slid through his heart.