Chapter 210 (1/2)

Mo Zuo and other people's minds suddenly tremble, their eyes are stiff there, it is difficult to believe their own eyes.

When Yin Ruochen urged Yin Fire snake gun and black iron ancient seal at the same time, they all thought that Chu Xingyun would die, and Yin Ruochen would be the winner. But Chu Xingyun slapped them hard with his silent action.

A sword, a sword!

Not only cut off the ancient seal of dark iron, but also cut off Yin Ruochen's body.

”I seem to have heard someone say that I can't control the chopping sword, and I can't even release one percent of its power. Now, what do you think?” Chu Xingyun looks pale, but the smile on the corner of his mouth is so spicy.

Mo Zuo still maintained the posture of his hand just now. His eyes actually became confused. Looking at Chu Xingyun, who stood proudly, he felt that the world began to rotate.

The king's utensil is not only the king's tool, but also the treasure of Zhenguo.

Only the most powerful can completely control it. In his eyes, Chu Xingyun, like a mole ant, can actually control the king's utensils. He also unsealed three divine patterns and sent out a sword.

This is just like a dream of nothingness, which overthrows all his cognition!

”As poor as Yin Ruochen, he could have saved his life, but because of your words, he lost his life in vain. I'm afraid he can't close his eyes under the nine springs.” Chu Xingyun said again, let Mo left all over a shiver.

”You said, I killed Yin Ruochen?” Mo left eyes actually began to become empty, pale as the devil.

”Yan Ruochen clearly had the intention of retreating, but you instigated him to continue to fight, isn't that injuring him?” Chu Xingyun frowned upside down and sneered: ”if you didn't let him untie his heart knot, he wouldn't have done it to me. If he didn't, how could he die? It's you who started everything!”

Clunk!

His voice was like thunder, which made Mo Zuo's heart tremble wildly. He kept retreating, panting like a yellow cow. He even stood a little unsteady. His eyes looked at his hands, and he looked very ghostly.

”Master Mo, wake up immediately!”

Just at this moment, a voice suddenly let Mo Zuo wake up.

With his eyes wide open, he saw four elders standing in front of him. One of them had a Guqin on his head. The sound of Guqin played over him, which gradually restored his original peace.

”What's wrong with me?” Mo Zuo shook his head and felt a burst of pain.

An old master of martial arts said: ”Chu Xingyun, just now confused you with words and wanted you to become a madman. Fortunately, my martial spirit can shake your mind, which makes you recover. Otherwise, the consequences will be unimaginable.”

”What!” Mo left a listen, immediately angry three corpses jump, dead staring at Chu Xingyun.

He's a fool. He's a fool. He's a disgrace.

It's worse than killing him!

”If you don't have a ghost in your heart, how can you be fascinated by my words?” Chu Xingyun shrugged his shoulders, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

In fact, deep down in his heart, he still felt a little pity.

It was so close that he could seize Mo Zuo's mind gap and let the other party fall into the endless regret. Unfortunately, one of the other four could shake his mind.

”Huang Kou Xiao, you don't want to confuse me again. Today, if I don't tear you into pieces, I will not be a human being!” Mo Zuo was ashamed and angry in his heart, and roared, which made the whole cave shake violently.

At the same time, the four elders of Wufu also came forward.

Chu Xingyun just showed the means, too amazing, they no longer dare to underestimate, ready to fight with Mo Zuo at the same time, thoroughly kill Chu Xingyun, to ensure that everything is safe.

Facing the shock and pressure of the five people in front of him, Chu Xingyun glanced at him. Just about to speak, Lin Tianchong, who was standing in the corner, walked slowly over with a pair of muddy eyes, staring at Chu Xingyun.

”You've got all the limelight, and in the end, you want me to clean up the mess.” Lin Tianchong stood in front of Chu Xingyun. His back was still bent, as if a strong wind could blow him out. He was very weak.