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Chapter 40 Killing Quartet 12
"Killing...killing...ah..." Behind him, the person who had fled from Mo Qianchen's sword light and was still retreating, before he could finish his words of shock, suddenly came Ah loudly.

"Whoosh..." Accompanied by his yell, thousands of blood swords shot out from his whole body, like a hornet's nest.

The blood sword in Mo Qianchen's hand screamed excitedly, devouring the spurting blood to his heart's content.

"You...you...thousands of swords..." The man, one of the three kings, saw the master screaming and squirting blood, his face changed completely in shock.

To be stabbed by thousands of swords by Mo Qianchen in an instant, what a fast hand and sword.

"The Dance of Killing, I didn't expect you to know the Dance of Killing. You are Tu Renxiong's disciple, and you actually..."

"You don't need to know." Coldly interrupting the words of the unknown king, Mo Qianchen raised the blood sword in his hand high and aimed at the unknown king.

Turenxiong, who will become a hero after slaughtering all ten thousand people, is a generation of murderous madmen, and the dance of killing is his famous stunt.

It's just that she got it by chance, not his disciple.

Pointing at the tip of the sword, Mo Qianchen looked at the king in front of him coldly, not saying anything to him at all, and stepped forward with the tip of the sword and swept it up.

Sweeping with one sword seems simple, but Mo Qianchen's sword contains 36 directions and [-] directions, like a net enclosing that king in the sword light.

"Mo Qianchen, you want to kill me, it's not that easy." Seeing that Mo Qianchen was merciless, the king immediately bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of blood. , desperately with Mo Qianchen.

The tip of the sword is cold, and the bare hands are like snow.

Just when the blood was about to spurt from the tip of Wang's tongue, Mo Qianchen raised his other hand lightly, and a red flower petal fluttered as if he didn't put any effort into it, but the flying trajectory passed between the two of them in a strange way. The space between the lightning and flint stuck to the mouth of that king.

The petals seal the lips, bright as fire.

That Wang's mouthful of blood was sucked back into his stomach by the petals, and a faint scent of medicine rushed from his mouth into his throat, instantly permeating his entire abdomen.

"Ah, poison, poison." The king felt that the twice the power he had just forcibly raised was like water entering the sea, disappearing without a trace in an instant, and the power in his whole body disappeared in an instant, so he couldn't help being shocked. In an instant, his face was as pale as paper.

How could he have forgotten that the girl in front of him is not only good at martial arts, but her poison skills are even higher.

At the peak of the sixth level, as long as you hold your breath and use the intra-abdominal breathing method, any toxin will not be able to touch them within an hour or two. He has been talking to Mo Qianchen using the intra-abdominal breathing method and ventriloquism, but just now he wants to perform the disintegration of the demon □□, opened his mouth, and was immediately caught by Mo Qianchen.

The tip of the sword flickered, blocking all directions.

Without letting the king say a word, Mo Qianchen passed the point of his sword and killed.

The night wind floats, shadows and bright shadows wave.

"Killing you, it's that simple." Putting away the blood sword, Mo Qianchen clamped the red flower with two fingers, looked at the king who was dying on the ground, and slowly dropped a few words.

In her hands, it's not easy whether she wants to kill or not.

"Wow, Chenchen is so cool..."

"Oh, Qianchen, all my leaves are gone..."

(End of this chapter)