Vol 3 Chapter 700: Sword

For a soulland, it is not difficult to find a soul-eating beast.
It took only half an hour for the middle-aged man to find the direction in which the soul-eater was hiding.
Sure enough, it is a soul-eating beast that has not yet been shaped, but its own strength has also reached the nine realm, only one step away from the soul.
Of course, the soul of the virtual world does not know. In his eyes, this is a heterogeneous beast with a low realm.
"Bee, die!"
The middle-aged man screamed and screamed at the soul-eater.
A big battle broke out.
The strong atmosphere is raging, the surrounding trees are broken, the smoke and dust are everywhere, and the leaves are dancing.
The two sides have a gap in a big realm, but this war did not immediately lead to a winner.
"Give me some quick, dare to destroy the good things of Meng Xiaoye, it is simply looking for death!"
The man who left before, at the moment, took the genus down to the forest.
The battle is so great that it is difficult to find it.
In addition to the men led by the men, there are many people around in the direction of the battle, they are all watching the battle.
The three people in the purple scorpion walked in the last side, and the carriage could not move forward. Wanhe did not follow.
"The soul of the virtual world can not suppress a soul-eating beast of Jiujing, this is really rare." Listening to the movement of the battle, the blue lonely dream said.
"The Soul Eater is very powerful, good at soul-seeking, usually a stronger realm than the ordinary hunt. Unless..."
Hawthorn's words, a look at the purple scorpion, fear that only the existence of purple scorpion, can easily solve the same level of soul-eating beast.
The blue dream understands the meaning of the mountain, saying: "Unfortunately, people who have the ability do not intend to shoot."
Zi Yan smiled and said: "You are not capable, why don't you help?"
"You didn't see it, I am going to rescue?" Blue Lonely snorted.
The smile on the face of Zi Yan is not diminished. "I saw it, but the battle seems to be over. The soul-eater is dead."
Sure enough, the previous huge movement suddenly stopped, accompanied by a scream of the Soul Eater.
That soul is in a virtual victory.
Blue lonely dreams a sigh of relief.
Zi Yan speeds up the pace.
"The battle is over. What have you done in the past? Do you want to see the heroes triumph?" asked the blue dream: "If you worship the hero so much, why don't you be a hero?"
"Of course, it's a good show. If you don't speed up, you can't see it."
The shape of the purple scorpion left a trace of the image in the original place, and even used the power.
Hawthorn and Blue Lonely Dream looked at each other and noticed that the situation was a bit serious and immediately followed.
Nearly two feet of Soul Eater fell to the ground, motionless, blood continued to flow out along the wound.
The soul is in the side of the soul-eating beast, his face is extremely pale, and his chest has several claw marks of deep visible bones, which is left with the life of this monster.
Above his left hand, holding a bright thing, not his soul, but a fragment of a weapon, or a piece of a soul soldier.
Although he has reached the soul of the virtual world, he still does not have his own soul soldiers, which is why this war clearly occupies an advantage, but can not force each other.
Looking at the dead beast in front of the soul, the soul of the virtual world shook his head and smiled. "You can be a good animal, but you still need to kill you. This time you get paid, the blue crystal coins, the soul soldiers." It should be down."
"The big hero, it is good to discuss things, can you give me the reward?"
A sardonic laugh came from the forest.
The footsteps sounded and more than a dozen people walked out of the forest.
Headed by the man who was scared away by the soul of the soul.
The face of the soul is slightly changed. In this battle, he not only consumes a huge amount, but also suffers serious injuries. He has no strength to fight again. He did not expect the other party to go back and return, and it is obvious that the person is not good, which makes him scream. It is.
But he did not show it, but said indifferently: "Are you looking for death?"
The man smiled and said: "Want to marry me? Tell you, I don't have the skills of Meng San, but the ability to see people is unique. You are already at the end of the strong, it is not easy to support, but also the strength of hands-on?

"Are you a tiger tooth?"
The soul is in a constant state, and the words are still indifferent. "Do you know what relationship I have with the tiger tooth?"
Meng San came forward without hesitation. "Sorry, I am not interested in knowing. It is not a lie to you, it is really not. Even if you are the son of our Taoist, it is not good for me today."
Meng San seems to have great confidence. He only saw him beckoning. One person immediately stepped forward and handed over a huge machete.
Meng San took it in his hand and looked at it. He seemed to be very satisfied with this weight.
He held the knife in his right hand and smiled and said: "No one has dared to come here yet. Do you know why? Because they know where I am from, I don’t even dare to look at it at the moment, I am afraid of getting into trouble."
After the battle ended, the crowd who had been squatting around immediately retreated to the rear.
Meng San is not terrible. Many people can suppress him in the crowd.
However, the tiger's teeth behind Meng San are so powerful that no one dares to provoke.
"Who is the old man, will you care a little bit of blue crystal coins?"
Meng San slashed forward, "Meng Sanye is just too boring, come out and have fun, and take a look at their miserable feelings. When they think about cheating on their money, they don’t help them to demonize them, so they are full of hope. In the case, one after another becomes an idiot, and Sanye’s mood will be very good.

In the face of the virtual reality, Meng San put the knife on the other's neck. During the period of the soul, he struggled for a few times, and he could not move the body half.
The means of the soul-eating beast far exceeds his imagination.
"It's all you, Sanye's plan is destroyed by you, this is not counted, you dare to let the three masters roll, and dare to take the three masters as the opposite textbook, you said you should not die?"
In Meng San’s eyes, there is a flash of human light.
You hurt my heart so much, do you say that Sanye should kill you? After killing you, should you go back and marry the child? You don’t want to Let the hope in his heart be shattered? I will go back with your heroic head and crush his hopes in person! The reverse character, do you see the statue of Sanye?"
"If you want to kill, you will kill. This matter has nothing to do with others."
The soul of the virtual world took a deep breath and said: "Don't go to the troubles of other people, they are just ordinary people."
Meng Sanqi smiled. "It seems that you are not stupid. If you know that Sanye has cut you, you will go back to Tucun. Yes, they don't want to live, even those fools, Sanye will kill!"
The soul of the virtual world closed his eyes, whispered: "Three Lords, I am sorry, thousands of mistakes, are my Zhang Zhi's fault, but also hope that the three masters do not remember the villain, let go of other people. They are just ordinary People don’t dare to fight against Sanye."
"What did you say, did Sanye not hear it?"
Meng San pressed the knife in his hand~EbookFREE.me~ leaned down, "say it again, let the three masters listen?"
"Sanye, sorry, all this..."
Just when Zhang Zhi apologized, Meng San’s knife left Zhang Zhi’s neck, and Zhang Zhi’s body trembled, but the words still did not stop.
"It’s all my fault, Zhang Ye, you..."
The broadsword was lifted high, and a cold light flashed over and cut toward Zhang Zhi’s neck.
"Your voice is too small, the three masters can't hear it. Haha."
Meng San’s sneer, followed.
In the surrounding area, the people brought by Meng San also laughed.
"I said, the battle is not over yet, the monster has not been removed yet, you jumped out as the oriole, is it too early?"
A voice rang from behind a few people, and the knife in Meng San’s hand stopped at Zhang Zhi’s neck.