Chapter 465: : Despair

Soaring sword light, dazzling!
A dazzling sword lay across the sky.
The horrible sword shadow is two or three hundred meters long, emitting a burst of golden glow, full of momentum.
"Ah! That's the Qianxian sword of the Lionheart family!" Among the neutral crowd, the protector mage recognized the golden ancient sword in the hand of Lionheart.
As soon as the name of this Qiangjian sword came out, it caused a sensation.
"Thousands of swords! Legend has it that Qianxian sword is second only to Xuanyuan sword?"
"Originally, Shixintong really possessed the Qiangjian sword. This time, even if Mo Nan summoned a larger war slave, it was useless!"
Everyone's complexion was dignified for a while. At this moment, both the enemy and I had a strong respect for Mo Nan. However, despite this, they still felt that Mo Nan would not be able to defeat the Lion Heart family.
"The Qianxian sword heard that one year the Yellow River suffered a hundred years of drought, and there was a wordless black monument exposed at the Jiuqu! Later, a wizard in Guigu turned the wordless black monument. Forging into a Qiangjian sword! I never thought it would end up in the hands of a lion's heart child! "Master Guoguo sighed for a while.
"Mage, in that case, isn't that Mozhen destined to be defeated? We will all be ruled by the Lionheart family in the future?"
The protector closed his eyes in sorrow, Shen said: "I also hope that I can continue to guess the opposite answer. But it is impossible, this time Mo Nan must lose. When he falls from the top, he is doomed It ’s hard to cut off the soul of the chopper, that backlash is not serious! It is a miracle that he can fight to this end alone! "
Everyone heard the words, all fell into silence, and for the first time no one would refute the magistrate.
They all knew that Mo Nan was bound to die. Two fists are hard to beat with four hands, but here gathers the terrorist power of almost all ancient martial arts families!
How can Mo Nan turn things around?
Those hostile already had a proud smile.
"Stop dying--"
Suddenly a shout came from the heart of Shixintong, and he stepped up into the air. The bright Qianjian sword in his hand had blocked his figure. At this moment, it was as if a golden sun was rising from the earth.
He was really a brave man in the arts, so he flew up to the front of the huge war slave and hung in the air.
"Any giants, they have strength, but they are too bulky to keep up with speed!"
"Really? Wait for you for a long time!"
Suddenly, Mo Nan's figure appeared above the slave's head, and the cold voice spread from the sky.
In this place 100 meters high, the pillars of fire shone and the wind screamed, his clothes were hunting and his silver hair fluttered.
"I'll show you the speed of the slaves!"
Mo Nan snapped his words, and pointed his right index finger towards his eyebrow, and a drop of fine blood pulled out of his eyebrow, and then patted him on the slave's head.
Roar! !! !!
War slaves' vague faces suddenly showed two red lights, like two blood-red giant eyes. It originally had a fire spirit burning, and at this moment it seemed like a giant spirit had crawled out of hell.
The mighty power of that sky was scattered, and everyone who was flying in the sky was directly crushed with blood and blood, and they were shaking.
"Give me down!"
Mo Nan said, fiercely hit with a punch.
The huge war slaves were almost at the same time, and the fist of fright was blown out.
That speed was more than ten times faster than before. Even where the fist passed, even the air was burning, making a terrible and terrifying sound.
Bang!
The huge fist hit the lion heart boy in one punch and hit him directly.
That distance is not known exactly how far, Shi Xintong's body hit the wall of the Refining Plant to stop.
This terrible punch made everyone take a deep breath.
Mo Nan walked away in a rage, and the huge war slaves followed his movements.
"Animal! Don't want to hurt my young master!"
The mother-in-law of Lion Heart reacted for the first time, and the crutch in her hand shot suddenly, turned into a black mang, and immediately rolled to the right foot of the war slave.
However, how powerful the war slaves were, stepping into the ground with a black mang.
"A sword is broken!"
Suddenly, the voice of Shi Xintong came out, and then a sky full of swordsman cut off.
When Mo Nan saw his heart stunned, he could not imagine that Qian Qian Sword had such powerful power. If he dodged, he would surely be attacked one after another by Lion Heart Boy.
Bang--
Mo Nan only hesitated, and one leg of the war slave was cut off by the huge swordman!
As soon as Mo Nan's body shook, he simply fell forward, and the huge fist of the war slave fell heavily on the lionheart boy on the ground!
Huh! !!
The war slave slammed the Lionheart boy into the ground 45 meters deep.
Huh! !!
Mo Nan didn't want to think about it, and then punched it again!
"Animals! How dare you hurt our young master!"
唰 唰 唰
Mother-in-law of Lionheart and King of Kings flew with a group of elders, hoping for the Savior.
Mo Nan's right hand was shot backwards, and the slave's huge palm was accompanied by his movements, and a group of elders were swept away by a bang.
"Go to death!"
Huh! !!
The war slave savagely fell on the body of Shi Xintong, hitting the entire land without sinking more than ten meters deep.
Just then, there was a boom in the distance.
The soul array that guarded the Zhao family was broken open, and the two sides strangled.
Mo Nan was shocked and looked back fiercely. At this moment, a roaring sound came from under the huge pit ten meters deep.
"A sword is broken!"
bass!
Sword light soared into the sky, a sword even cut off one arm of the war slave.
The sky full of yellow sand wow lala poured down.
The fire spirit attached to the war slave suddenly called out, dragging the dim body directly into the ground, and did not enter.
"Little beast! You die for me!" The mother-in-law of Lion Heart also took the opportunity to kill her, her figure fell on the head of the slave, and her powerful infuriation erupted continuously. Mo Nan retreated.
Mo Nan shook his body, flew backwards, and rushed towards Zhao's direction.
The huge slave was out of Mo Nan's control, and the whole body exploded, all scattered, and turned into piles of yellow sand.
In the huge pit, he suddenly climbed up to a very embarrassed young man, in a ragged suit with a twisted face, holding a bright ancient sword in his hand, and he was a lion-hearted boy.
Mo Nan leaped all the way back. During the process, there were enemies blocking the road.
"Mo Zhenren-you go!" Suddenly, a female voice came into Mo Nan's ear.
Mo Nan was killing his enemies. He could no longer look up to see where the voice master was, but it was not the first time he heard the voice, and he suddenly understood that it was the mysterious Yu Shiyao.
"Mo Zhenren, you are seriously injured now, and you ca n’t win. The Lion Heart family has been dying for a long time, how can you win alone? Hurry up! Leave Qingshan in no worries!"
At the moment, Mo Nan's mouth had been overflowing with blood, but his eyes were already dazzling. He immediately returned with a divine thought, saying, "If you thank me for your life-saving grace, you will save my grandfather's family! Keep them from dying ! "
"No one can save them! Come on! The Lion Heart family has more powerful means yet to come! Be careful--"
Mo Nan's divine thoughts also swept the horrible Jian Mang that was split behind him, and his body sank fiercely and fell on the ground.
"Monan, stop me!"
It was another shout. In the distance, the Zhao family had been taken over by the King Sha, and the elders of the major families.
Even his grandfather was put on his neck by an angry knife and fastened.
When Mo Nan saw this, his head was booming, and what he feared most happened.
"Hahaha, little beast, you have to try it again! See if your speed is fast, or our knife is fast!" The king's arrogant haha ​​laughed, very proud.
Mo Nan held the rifle and faced the lonely enemies all around him.
His body was lonely, and the setting sun stretched his figure long, all around him were the bodies of the enemies he beheaded, and the fire from the forged land reflected around him, as if the smoke was independent.
At this moment, the two sides began to quiet down unexpectedly. Even the seriously wounded warrior also endured the pain and did not scream.
"Life is a hero, and death is a ghost! So far, thinking about Xiang Yu, I would not pass Jiangdong!"
In the silent ground, Shi Xintong suddenly recited a poem that came out of the air, and Qian Qian Sword in his hand was also dazzling.
"Monan--you brag!"