Heritage foundry

Chapter 91

Baron Yongou, Lonla Diku's knife is different from Dalong's dead knife. The blade is straight, with an edge on one side, and the light is as smooth as a mirror.

The straight knife slowly took shape, and countless tiny cracks appeared on Zhou Momi's silverized body.

Death Knife Dallon has practiced for more than 20 years, and Baron Yongou has also practiced for more than [-] years. The resilience and will to overcome the pain are already admirable, but at this moment, these blessings are on Zhou Mo in an instant, and the pain is incredible. One can imagine.

Even if there is a mysterious being who endures such pain in an instant, he is afraid that he will die from the pain. Unfortunately, during the process of realization, a mysterious force seems to bless Zhou Mo's body from outside the world, maintaining his sanity. Sober, he reflected all the pain on Zhou Mo's nerves without a trace.

Zhou Mo's eyes were mystic silver, but in the mystic silver, fine bloodshots burst out, together with the protruding mystic silver meridians at the corners of his eyes, the whole person's face was hideous and frightening.

The straight knife finally materialized. On the shiny blade, there was a faint red copper luster flowing on the blade.

Without the energy to look at the specific attributes of the two knives at all, Zhou Mo leaned against a corner of the inner passage of the playing arena, his whole body was drenched in sweat, and his body regained its original skin color, pale without a trace of blood.

The breathing in his chest was faint, and Zhou Mo's black eyes lost focus.

The continuous extreme pain put Zhou Mo's mind on the verge of collapse, but his hands holding the two knives did not tremble at all.

The ups and downs of his chest gradually increased, and the aftertaste of pain gradually dissipated. As soon as Zhou Mo regained consciousness, he leaned softly against the wall.

He tried his best to recover his physical strength. Every time his heart beat vigorously and his blood circulated, Zhou Mo's body slowly regained its vitality.

In the black eyes, because of this pain, they became more firm. In this turbulent situation, Zhou Mo knew that he needed to be more and more firm.

Struggling to stand upright, there is pain everywhere in the body, only the hands holding the knife are as firm as a rock.

The body is mithrilized, the color of mithril on the skin flows like water, and the fine cracks on the body are constantly being repaired, and the powerful recovery ability of mithril life has played a role at this time.

After maintaining the mithril state for several breaths, Zhou Mo felt the pain inside and outside his body disappear, and his body returned to its original color.

He tore off the cloak behind him casually, wrapped the straight knife, then hung the rainbow-curved scimitar on his waist, and strode out of the shadow in the corner.

When things come to an end, the blade needs to be stained with blood to see the truth. _
Ruiwen-Nalong's people had long been waiting for Zhou Mo at the south gate inside the arena. Seeing Zhou Mo approaching with a pale face, they looked at Zhou Mo with a trace of disdain.

How can a man be timid when he goes into battle?This one's face turned pale with fright.

"Zhou Mo, what kind of weapons and armor do you need, just tell me, the kingdom of the sea kingdom never treats soldiers badly!"

Zhou Mo turned a blind eye to the gazes of these people, and just asked lightly:
"Thank you for your kindness, but Zhou Mo has a knife in his hand. You just need to tell me, who is the opponent?"

A knight who had taken off his mithril battle armor and wrapped gauze around his waist came over, glanced at the long knife at Zhou Mo's waist, then at Zhou Mo's pale face, frowned, and said:
"Are you sure you want to know? There are no cowards in our sea kingdom!"

This sentence was almost insulting, and he said clearly that he would not dare to fight because he was afraid of telling Zhou Mo his opponent's name.

Zhou Mo glanced at the knight with his black eyes, and passed over the wound on his waist, without getting angry, he said calmly:

"I, Zhou Mo, have never been from the kingdom of the sea kingdom. This time I went to the battle, I just owed the kindness to Her Royal Highness the princess. Let me just say that fighting or not fighting will not damage the reputation of the kingdom of the sea."

The Mithril Knight frowned. He didn't like Zhou Mo's attitude when he talked about the kingdom of the sea, but thinking that Zhou Mo was dying, he still said:
"Third Young Master Yingyang achieved a life of pure gold and returned from the imperial capital. There was a notice from the other side. This time the Third Young Master heard that you had dealt with the golden lion cub, so he will end in person!"

The third son of Yingyang, Zhou Mo couldn't help but smile when he heard this opponent, the unlucky guy who was crippled by Al-Lionheart?
"Young Master Yingyang? Has his lower wound healed?" Zhou Mo said jokingly, even the Mithril Knight, who disliked Zhou Mo, couldn't help laughing.

"At that time, the third son of Yingyang was already Mithril's life, and he didn't damage the core of his life, so he recovered soon. In fact, he didn't break an arm or leg seriously, but it's too ugly to talk about it. I heard that the third son of Yingyang arrived Now, as long as I hear something related to the Lionheart family, I will be furious!"

Zhou Mo thought of Al Lionheart, who was as handsome as a marble sculpture, and felt a little guilty, wondering what would happen to him when he returned to the capital.

The door was opened, 2000 meters away, Zhou Mo clearly saw the north door was opened at the same time, a young man with a noble rapier on his waist, dressed in a luxurious black gold silk eagle's nest pattern, walked out slowly.

With his right hand resting on the dead knife at his waist, Zhou Mo was about to take a step when a figure jumped down from the auditorium above the door, his long golden hair swaying in the sun, like a lion with its head raised.

Al - Lionheart!

Al-Lionheart was holding a fat figure in his hands, and as his feet fell to the ground, the fat figure was thrown in front of Zhou Mo with a flick of his hand.

Zhou Mo lowered his head and glanced at the wild boar with a guilty face.

"Boss, I'm sorry..." the wild boar said in a low voice, then buried his head on the ground and pretended to be dead, refusing to get up.

At this time, Al Lionheart, who had his back to Zhou Mo, laughed softly:
"You think too highly of this wild boar."

Zhou Mo kicked away the wild boar lying on the ground pretending to be dead, and then said indifferently:

"That was his own choice, it made no difference to me."

Al-Lionheart shook his blond hair, looked at the old enemy at the north gate, and said:
"He's just an ordinary person, so there's no need to be so harsh. After all, he's carrying more than his own head. Zhou Mo, you don't want to see blood flow into rivers in Yingyang City, do you?"

As soon as Zhou Mo said this, he knew that the wild boar had told Al-Lionheart of the plan, and he glanced at the wild boar, his black eyes showing no emotion.

"It's forgiven for not being able to restrain his greedy nature, but if things don't go well, he's incompetent!"

Al-Lionheart seemed to have finished eye contact with the third son Yingyang who was opposite him, and turned around to look at Zhou Mo, with a smile and relief on his perfect marble-like face.

"Your subordinates, you handle it yourself. I am here today to say thank you!"

Zhou Mo raised his chin slightly, and said coldly:
"I'm just working for myself, I don't need your thanks."

Al-Lion's heart looked at Zhou Mo with a pure and sincere look in his sea-blue eyes.

"No matter what your plan is, from His Majesty the Emperor to countless nobles, your plan is most worthy of gratitude!"

He untied the straight knife from his back and threw it to Al-Lionheart. Zhou Mo held the dead knife, turned and left, waved his back to Al-Lionheart and said:

"I just want to make up for some guilt on the basis of saving my life. Since you want to thank me, let's end this grievance!"

After saying that, Zhou Mo paused, and said:
"The knife is for you, but don't say hello in the next three ways, we are all men, why bother to hurt each other?"

The azure blue eyes smiled slightly, his arm trembled slightly, and the cloak wrapped around the blade was shattered into pieces, revealing a bright and smooth straight blade like a mirror.

Holding it in his hand, a majestic lion's roar echoed from the blood of Al-Lion's heart, and the blond hair was windless and automatic.

Al-Lionheart walked towards the center of the arena, his blond hair fluttering, and he let out a low growl like a lion in his throat.

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