Heritage foundry

Chapter 65

With his eyes bare, his giant sword raised obliquely, and his body bowed slightly, the knight captain only had Zhou Mo sitting upright in his eyes.

A smile appeared on the corner of Zhou Mo's mouth, his brows were slightly raised, and his face showed a long-lost recklessness.

The captain of the knights, dressed in mithril battle armor, sat down on the mountain bear and charged as fast as thunder. In a short distance, there were bursts of muffled thunder breaking through the sound barrier behind him.

Those who came from Yingyang Grand Duke's Mansion can do nothing if they don't make a move, but as long as they make a move, they will definitely do it with all their strength like a lion on a rabbit.

The power of Mithril's life reappeared in front of Zhou Mo's eyes. Compared with the wilderness border city wall, Zhou Mo, who could only fight for his life and bet on that chance of survival, was no longer the same at this time.

A black light flashed in his right hand, and the killing dagger was already in his grip. Zhou Mo twisted his waist, and lightly touched his feet on the half-discarded carriage.

The whole person is like a black python lying in the grass that suddenly jumps up, before the epee is about to be swung in the hands of the captain of the knight, it bounces and wraps around like lightning.

The moment the body flew into the air, it turned into the color of black iron, and the fine mithril veins on the skin all over the body could already shine with mithril luster.

The mithril in the black iron shone with luster, eager to try, as if it was about to break out of its shell following Zhou Mo's killing intent.

The black python circled around the Mithril Knight in an instant, and the killing dagger in Zhou Mo's hand was merciless, piercing and pulling out from the gaps in the armor's neck, waist, and underarms at an incredible speed.

The charge of the Mithril Knight was like a shooting star entering the sky, and the speed slowed down instantly. Zhou Mo jumped off the back of the mountain storm lightly, watching the Mithril pop burning his life, and flew away under the influence of inertia. go.

It's just that there is a little bloody red mixed in the secret silver tail flame.

While the rabbit was up and down, two figures, one white and one black, met beside the carriage, and the black shadow surrounded the white body. In the blink of an eye, Zhou Mo was already standing not far from the carriage, with blood dripping from the pitch-black dagger in his hand .

And on the mountain bear that had already charged away, the charging mithril knight fell down. The sound of the heavy mithril armor and heavy sword falling together made the mountain bear realize something was wrong and stopped. , turned around and saw the owner lying lifeless on the ground, the mountain bear let out a roar, the bear's eyes turned red instantly, its expression was ferocious and violent, its fangs were wide open, the fur of the originally black and iron-colored mountain bear started to There was a blood red color.

The knights watching the show at the door were a moment slower than the mountain bear's reaction, but it was only a moment. In the blink of an eye, the nine mithril knights had already driven their mounts to gallop out, holding the heavy swords on their backs.

The wanton smile on Zhou Mo's face grew bigger and bigger. He watched the nine mithril knights charging forward. Under the extreme anger, the sound of horseshoes was still as one. momentum.

Nodding appreciatively, Grand Duke Yingyang's mansion is well-deserved of its reputation. Just looking at the knights guarding the gate, they already know that the mansion of Grand Duke Yingyang is indeed elite and well-trained.

There were nine Mithril knights charging and attacking before, and then there was a mountain storm bear entering a berserk state. Without Zhou Mo's blood dousing his whole body, he might not be able to stop.

Zhou Mo had no fear at all, so he raised his spirits. Instead, he felt that whether it was in the barracks in the border town, or in Ruiwen-Nalong's manor, or even in Yingyang City, these days were far less pleasant than this time.

Only when you see a man's courage in the fighting field, you can do an ecstasy dance between life and death.

Zhou Mo roared loudly, his body swayed, and he pulled out a series of black afterimages, which turned out to be the nine mithril knights who charged directly at the front.

The moment the black shadow came into contact with the charging iron formation, the black afterimages all over the sky gathered instantly and turned into a black rainbow. The killing dagger in his hand was like a snake's fangs, and life and death could be seen immediately between stretching and contracting.

The nine mithril knights swung their heavy swords, turning into a forest of iron walls, like nine waves, and slashed towards Zhou Mo one after another.

Zhou Mo, however, was like a black rainbow, dancing around the sky, and every time the killing dagger in his hand came into contact with the epee, he would retreat at the touch of a touch and use his strength to rise.

When Zhou Mo had already reached the middle of the nine knights, the killing dagger suddenly trembled, pulling out countless fine black lights in the air, like a spider web.

Just in the blink of an eye, the spider web became bigger and bigger, covering the nine knights in the distance, and then suddenly shrank down.

"Ding Ding Dang Dang..." It was hard to imagine that the clash of dagger and epee would make such a sound, like wind chimes bathed in the morning wind.

The spider web seemed to overestimate its own flexibility, and the nine-handed epee almost tore the spider web woven by Zhou Mo to pieces almost in an instant.

But no one noticed that every time there was a clear sound of clashes, the shadow that turned into a black rainbow shuttled among the nine knights would have a little bit of secret silver shining out of its body.

The fine and long tinkling sounds are connected together, like a concert being staged at the gate of Yingyang Manor.

Although the nine mithril knights shattered the force of the spider web, they found that everyone was stuck by a spider web, and no matter how hard they struggled, they couldn't break free.

Until, a knight exhausted his patience, and his whole body was full of mithril brilliance. He raised his epee high in both hands, and his helmet was also lightly raised, only to find that a mithril spider shadow flashed across the sky .

The blood in Zhou Mo's body was rushing, and the fusion of magma and sea water in his chest set off countless undercurrents, and the majestic life potential burst out amidst the impact of countless undercurrents.

However, the most important thing is that Zhou Mo has been suppressed all the time, his imprisoned emotions are exploding, and the little inspiration in his heart that is bound by his own life and death is breaking free.

At this time, in the life-and-death fight, in the wanton killing, all the oppression, all the confinement, all the restraints were all broken free by the excitement and the unruly.

Mithril color, from the skin, to the heart, to the bone marrow, spreads all over the body.

Zhou Mo, mithril life!
In the air above the fragmented spider web, a Mithril spider suddenly appeared, with its fangs open and closed.

All the spider web fragments merged into one in an instant, covering the sky and covering the earth.

The killing dagger in Zhou Mo's hand was flickering, the pitch-black color had been covered with blood, his eyes looked at the mithril knight who was holding the epee high, but could no longer fall, showing a trace of regret.

The nine mithril knights all had small bloody spills from the gaps in their armor and fell off their mounts.

At this time, the violent mountain bear just arrived.

Zhou Mo glanced at the violent bear lightly, and the unrestrained murderous aura erupted was icy cold.

Even the violent mountain bears can feel the coming of death, which is the fear imprinted deep in their blood by their countless ancestors for millions of years.

The gigantic mountain bear slammed to a halt, the blood in its eyes faded, and it sat down on the ground with its short tail clamped between its thick hind legs. Its rudimentary wisdom didn't know where to go for a while.

The remaining nine mounts were nothing more than ordinary lives, and at most they reached Zhun Heitie. Under Zhou Mo's murderous aura, without the support of their master, they all tremblingly stood in place, guarding in front of their master's body, as if they were silently mourning.

The old butler's slightly cloudy eyes had been watching the battlefield, but there was no emotion. At this time, seeing the ten mithril knights annihilated, a blood-red light faintly appeared between the old butler's brows.

The old butler who watched his knights being killed without showing any sign of it turned out to be a mysterious being.

Zhou Mo was not afraid at all, and his whole body was covered with silky and smooth mithril luster. Looking back, he sighed regretfully:
"I hate not being able to wear a blood robe!"

(End of this chapter)