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Chapter 121

cough!cough cough!

Sorry, do it all over again.

Look at the fire unicorn again.
"Woooooo! You bully children!"

After Wuming slashed with his sword, there was a burst of childish cries.

Huo Qilin transformed into his own three-year-old milk baby in a red bellyband, crying so sadly.

However, Wuming, who had just launched an attack, could see clearly.

After forcibly enduring his return to the sect with a thousand swords, before turning into a human form, this guy didn't even drop a single scale.

Not even a trace was left on the scales.

However, looking at crying like a child at this time, he was a child in the first place.

Seeing the crying little milk baby at this moment, Wuming also felt a headache.

This Fire Qilin with a bad reputation is actually a two or three-year-old baby?

What's more, the milk baby was beaten and cried by himself.

I am a majestic generation of martial arts myths, Tianjian Wuming, even bullied a three-year-old child, and even made the child cry.

This.
What should I do?Waiting online, very urgent!

Seeing the crying Huo Qilin, Wuming's face was full of entanglements.

But in fact, Huo Qilin didn't cry so sadly on the surface.

At this moment, while crying on the face, Huo Qilin's heart was filled with another confession.

"System, lend me a thousand bites of your Italian cannon, dare to kill the great beast Fire Unicorn, this beast wants to let him experience the fear of being dominated by black technology!"

Yes, the cry of 'Wuwuwu' is just an appearance used by Huo Qilin to paralyze the nameless.

In fact, Wuming's sword didn't break the defense. Although the cut was quite painful, the Huo Qilin who had been promoted to the Nascent Soul Stage had rough skin and thick flesh, and the defense of the Lin Armor was no longer comparable to before.

Relying on the posture of crouching with his head in his arms, he forcibly resisted Wuming's sword, except for a little pain, he didn't actually suffer any real damage.

Su Luo: "."

Su Luo is more willing to see the fact that he coaxed the host to be beaten and cried.

Of course, being happy to see is happy to see, but as a humanized system, the host I was covering was actually beaten to tears, so it is also necessary to help my host find the place.

just
"Stupid host, the firing time of the Italian cannon is enough for people to hide dozens of miles away, what are you using to bombard them?"

However, speaking of it, when I find time, it is necessary to modify the Italian cannon.

Fire Qilin: "." mmp!

"Italian guns won't work, the powerful R or G you mentioned is here, give me a thousand rounds!"

"RPG?"

"That's right, what kind of RPG is that monster, give me a thousand rounds, dare to hit Uncle Huoqilin, today this beast will teach him what is reverence!"

"It's a magically modified version of the RPG automatic rocket launcher. This system combines cultivation, magic and technology after the magic modification. One shot is equivalent to a full-strength blow by a top Jindan master."

"Yes, that's it, don't care what the name is, give me a thousand rounds, today this beast is going to blow up this bastard!"

Ignoring Su Luo's correction, Huo Qilin was determined to find his way back, and dared to make Wuming cry himself.

However, Su Luo naturally couldn't let his host mess around.

Although he has no shortage of energy, although this modified version of RPG is just his creation when he is bored, theoretically it can be supplied unlimited.

But the problem is, can't get used to the host, isn't it?

so.
"Your family is not going to take it? Can you, the Leshan Giant Buddha, withstand the joint attack of a thousand Jindan peak powerhouses?
Can you run by yourself?

How many of your younger brothers are buried with you? "

Fire Qilin: "."

Three consecutive questions stunned Huo Qilin.

"How many shots can kill that bastard without tearing down our house?"

Su Luo: "Theoretically, if you can kill the nameless attack at this time, you can definitely blow up the entire Leshan Giant Buddha."

Fire Qilin: "."

"Then, on the premise of not destroying our family, can you make that bastard cry to this beast?"

Huo Qilin sniffled cutely, and asked his system father in his heart.

"Yes, thirty rounds of magic-modified RPG automatic rocket launchers are ready and ready to launch at any time."

Hearing Su Luo's voice, Huo Qilin's crying stopped abruptly, and he felt a burst of relief in his heart.

hum!

Stupid nameless, so what if you counterattack?You have peerless martial arts, and this beast has a systematic father.

"Stupid Wuming, feel the fear of being dominated by black technology!"

Hearing the cry, in Wuming's puzzled eyes, Huo Qilin squinted at Wuming, and a milky voice sounded.

While speaking, Huo Qilin passed a thought in his mind, "Blow this bastard to tears!"

then
After hearing Huo Qilin's words, Wuming, who felt the fatal crisis, wanted to dodge subconsciously.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

Thirty rounds of magic-modified RPG automatic rocket launchers revealed their calibers from the void behind Huo Qilin.

At the same time that Huo Qilin pulled his younger brother to fly back, he had already locked onto Wuming firmly.

The self-tracking grenade flew out of the large caliber and flew towards Wuming who was about to evade.

"boom!"

Smoke and dust rose everywhere, and the earth trembled.

This grenade is not an ordinary grenade. It is a magically modified version of black technology that Su Luo combined technology, comprehension, and magic.

The power of each shot is no less than a full blow from a top Jindan master.

The combined attack power of thirty rounds is no less than that of a Nascent Soul master's full blow.

Coupled with the automatic tracking function of the grenade, unless it is detonated from a long distance, once it falls on the body, even ordinary martial arts masters will be seriously injured.

so.
When the smoke and dust cleared, he was full of energy just now, and successfully practiced Wanjian Guizong, which can be said to have reached the strongest level of martial arts myth in history.
Already lying dead on the ground.

"Ahem, cough, what kind of move is this?"

If it wasn't for the critical moment to push Wan Jian back to the sect with all his strength, offsetting most of the impact of the explosion, Wuming doubted whether he could survive.

And now even if he survived, in a short period of time, he has already been reduced to a useless person, unable to mobilize any trace of true energy.

Lying on the ground, coughing up blood, Wuming's eyes were full of confusion, looking at the Huo Qilin coming from a distance and asked.

Huo Qilin, who came from a distance, stood beside Wuming, condescendingly looking down at his defeated opponent, slightly raised his small chin, and slowly uttered three words in his immature voice with an air of invincibility.

"Fuck!"

After getting the answer, Wuming nodded, no longer able to support his seriously injured body, closed his eyes, and fell into a coma.

The nameless Heavenly Sword of a generation of martial arts myths was defeated by the Fire Qilin again after half a month!

(End of this chapter)