The Merry Evil Emperor of Another World

Chapter 538 Sword Dance Blood Rain!
But Chu Mo came to inquire about the waiter Alec Yates after shouting slogans with Lei Xiao and others.

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay, but no one could speak, because all they saw along the way were rotten dark creatures, and there was no such thing as the so-called waiter Alec Yates.

The living have never seen it, but the dead have seen many.

Chu Mo frowned. He knew that there were only two possibilities for this matter: first, the so-called waiter Alec Yates was completely a conspiracy, a scam devised by necromancers; second, the waiter Alec Yates All Yates have yet to be found.

Although it may seem like nonsense, if you think about it carefully, this kind of thing is not impossible. The necromancers are trying to occupy the land of gods and demons, using various means to attack humans, but the strange thing is that if this design The drawings of the cannons are in the hands of the Necromancers, why don't they use the cannons to attack the human cities?

Puzzled, Chu Mo solved it in a lazy way.

Just don't think about it...

Greeted these mercenaries and told them to go back to the city first. With a move of divine sense, he opened the different-dimensional space ring, put on the wide magic robe, picked up the charming and charming wind chimes, and tapped his toes to the ground. A teleportation was cast, leaving behind a lot of mercenaries...

Looking at the dark blue light remaining on the ground where Chu Mo was originally standing, Feng Kuang and Lei Xiao smiled at each other, raised their broad swords, and shouted to go back to the city to continue drinking flower wine, and the rest of the mercenaries also After understanding it, everyone happily started their return journey.

It was only about an hour after they left that an unexpected visitor came to this place.

His whole body was covered by a pitch-black robe, and through the sporadic light, he could vaguely see a pair of tan leather boots protruding from his feet.

(PS: It is customary to replace all mysterious characters, or those who love to pretend to be mysterious, with black or gray robes, quack...)
He looked around at the traces of the battle, and then carefully observed the land, as if he was discerning something.

After a long time, he stood up and walked towards the north. Under the night, he was like a black ghost, his speed was astonishingly fast, and he disappeared within a few breaths...

(☆I★系☆Evil★Evil☆Drop★Cut☆Cutting★Line☆yo★)

Chu Mo kept flying forward with the wind chime in his arms, and the breeze stroked the wind chime's cheek and blown away his long hair...

"Mo, do you still want to find that waiter, Alec Yates?" Feng Ling looked around at the disappearing scene, perhaps feeling a little bored, and asked immediately.

"I think we might be able to discover some secret..." Chu Mo said with some uncertainty.

"Secret..." Feng Ling read slowly, biting two words.

Just as he was talking, a strong wind blew up, and a large amount of disgusting rancid smell was blown head-on.

Chu Mo's bodyguard gushed out blood-colored true energy, enveloping the two of them in the center. Although they couldn't smell the disgusting rancid smell, they both had very good eyesight and had already noticed a large number of zombies appearing in front of them.

"Honey, it looks like we have to clean up the trash again..." Chu Mo said lazily.

Before he finished speaking, he lifted his breath to the sky.

There are probably dozens of these zombies. If Chu Mo doesn't mind the trouble, he can stand far away and use a lot of magic to completely blow up these zombies to pieces, or he can use a little more mental power to cleanse them with forbidden spells.

But at this moment, maybe it is the habit of a warrior, coupled with young blood!
Chu Mo stuck his head to Feng Ling's ear, blew hot air, and asked softly, "Honey, you haven't seen me holding a sword yet, have you?"

Feng Ling was taken aback when she heard that, she had never seen Chu Mo hold a sword in his hand.

The first time we met was when we first came to the Gods and Demons Continent. At that time, Chu Mo was an unarmed, useless little boy;

When they met for the second time, Chu Mo became a big demon who wields a blood-red sword and is prone to killing;
In the gradual contact, she saw Chu Mo's various departments of magic and superb martial arts.

But I have never seen him holding a sword in his white and slender hands...

When Chu Mo killed the zombies an hour ago, Chu Mo used the shocking archery skills, which opened her eyes. Now he wants to use sword skills again.

My God... the great founding god, what else can he not?

Regardless of how shocked the wind chime was, Chu Mo was holding the wind chime with one hand at this moment, and at some point in his right hand he opened the interdimensional space ring, and a dark long sword emerged from the dark blue light.

What kind of sword is this?
Feng Ling looked at the long sword in Chu Mo's hand strangely.

Without any color, the hilt and scabbard of this sword are all black.

It seems that he wants to see the wind chime more clearly.

Chu Mo gently pulled out the long sword, and pulled it out of the scabbard with a bang. There was no cold light, nor was there any domineering sword aura. Even the blade of this long sword was pure black and could not be reflected at all. a glimmer of light.

Seeing such a result, Feng Ling was a little disappointed. Originally, in her opinion, a good sword should have a cold light and a strong sword spirit. Once the sword is out of the sheath, it can make the enemies around tremble with fear. But why is the sword in Chu Mo's hand so cold? So ordinary?

So ordinary that no one would notice it if you toss it aside...

After Chu Mo obviously understood Feng Ling, he showed his trademark evil smile and asked, "In the dark night, is it easier to expose the target with the cold shining sword or the dark and inconspicuous one?"

After finishing speaking, he specially pulled a beautiful sword flower and smiled.

After Chu Mo's explanation, Feng Ling suddenly realized.

Indeed, in the dark assassination, the cold light is shining, and the sword with strong sword energy is indeed beautiful, but it is also the easiest to expose the target; on the contrary, such a dark long sword is very inconspicuous. If Chu Mo uses such a sword The sword stabs out silently, who in the world can stop it?

Thinking of this, Feng Ling felt frightened for a while and shivered.

Chu Mo smiled and kissed her slightly pale cheek.

With a push of both feet, he swooped towards the crowd of zombies.

Holding the wind chime with his left hand, he swung the humble black sword with his right hand.

As soon as the two of them landed on the ground, with Chu Mo's black sword dancing, blood-red sword energy strangled the surrounding zombies...

However, there were too many zombies around, so he gently threw the wind chime onto a nearby tree branch, and smiled confidently towards the wind chime, but all these actions did not affect the long sword in his hand at all, being in the crowd of zombies, The body spun at a high speed like a top, and the figure jumped into the air in an instant.

His blood-red sword stretched dozens of miles away, spinning out a series of indestructible blood shadows.

A flower composed entirely of stumps and broken arms suddenly bloomed.

Chu Mo lightly tossed the long sword into the sky, and the sound of the sword piercing into the soil sounded '唰'.

In front of him was the long black sword.

Around his body, countless large and small pieces of residual limbs and tiny flesh and blood splashed outward;
Fortunately, Chu Mo had just thrown the wind chime onto a high tree branch, otherwise she would not be able to avoid this bloody rain...

The wind blew gently at some point, and Chu Mo's originally bagged hat was blown away by the wind, revealing a messy and orderly long black hair.

(End of this chapter)