Mo Qiu’s Immortal Fate

The screams came from a small alley not far away, where it was pitch black and you couldn't see your fingers.

The voice is stern, grief and anger, which makes people feel moved.

Mo Qiu's eyes flickered, and he hesitated a little, then he lowered his body and quietly leaped towards the alley.

In Black Tiger Hall, there are not many people who have good intentions with him, and Old Ding is one of them.

even more how, boldness of execution stems from superb skill.

For one or two years ago, how far he avoided such things, even if Old Ding was familiar with it.

Not so today.

After slaying the two major visa refinement experts, Single-Eyed Tiger and Clearwind Sword, Mo Qiu was hurt, but his heart became extremely high.

Slightly troublesome, I can't scare him anymore.

"Also... give it back to me!"

In the dark, Old Ding's voice has long been no longer the smooth and easygoing voice of the past, but it is hoarse with surprise and angry.

"Fuck you!" One person cursed in a low voice:

"Old Guy, I told you to hand over this thing a long time ago, but I didn't want to let me do it myself."

"Really fail to appreciate somebody's kindness!"

"Peng!"

As if kicking, a silhouette rolled and fell out, leaning on The wall kept breathing.

The other person waved his hand gently:

"Give him a good time!"

This voice...

Mo Qiu gave him a meal , His eyes were suspicious, for some reason, this voice felt very familiar to him.

Who is it?

"Yes." In the darkness, one person walked slowly, holding a lancet flying knife in his hand and tossing it up and down in his palm.

Then Yinyin smiled and suddenly raised his arms and waved his hands.

"shua!"

The dark light flashed in the sky, and the target was not the powerless Old Ding, but went straight to Mo Qiu, who was quietly approaching.

Obviously, his stealth skills are not enough to hide from each other.

"When..."

Mo Qiu held a knife in his hand, straddling his body, knocked the incoming flying knife, and leaped forward at the same time.

He was in mid-air, with seven cold stars blooming around his waist.

Chasing the soul seven nails!

it's impolite not to make a return for what one receives, since the other party uses hidden weapon to greet, he will naturally not be polite.

"Master, be careful!" Heavenly Character Nine Strikes is a must in many martial arts in the local area. This is the one that makes the person's voice change.

Now with a low growl, his body shape changes back and forth to avoid block, and he shakes his hands again to throw away a throwing knives.

The flying knives are coming in amazingly.

Different from Heavenly Character Nine Strikes, this person's hidden weapon technique is monotonous, but it is better than heaviness and speed.

If you come out, you must lock the key.

"Heh..." Mo Qiu said lightly, seemingly disdainful, while flicks with the finger, a touch of cold light flicked away with the flying knife.

"Ding..."

The collision sound was melodious, and the attacking flying knife also changed its direction, rubbing its body and nailing it into the wall.

At the same time, eight cold glow suddenly emerged, covering each other.

Heavenly Character Nine Strikes Heavenly Net!

The man had just avoided the seven nails of the chasing soul and was frightened. Before he came back to his senses, he was covered by a flying knife.

It’s too late to dodge anymore.

"pu! pu!"

The flying knife carries the giant strength, and after hitting the body, it directly lifts the human origin, falls several meters away, and lands heavily.

With just one blow, you can't die again.

The other person in the field seemed to be in a daze, next moment body flashed, and pounced on Old Ding on the ground.

Shoot out with one palm.

"Stop!" Mo Qiu whispered, and it was too late to reproduce the hidden weapon. He had to slash a besieged ally by attacking the home base of the besiegers.

"pu!"

A group of colorful smoke suddenly exploded in front of my eyes, and the strange smell was even more pungent.

Mo Qiu face changed, hurriedly closed his nose and mouth, turned the knife back, and stirred the strong wind to remove the smoke.

As for Old Ding, I can't help it.

"Huh..."

In the smoke, an arm came out quietly, and the palm was rolling, and it actually hit Mo Qiu's lower abdomen directly.

The palm is not fast, but it is extremely subtle.

This skill is absolutely no less than Song Clan Blade Technique.

expert!

Mo Qiu's eyes shrunk, but a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. His body squatted slightly without dodge and threw a punch.

In the battle with Single-Eyed Tiger, he found a battle method that suits him.

Injury for injury!

"Peng!"

"ka-cha..."

The opponent hit him with a palm, separated by the inner armor, animal skins, and Heavenly Net Art is heavily defensive, only a little bit of strength penetrates into the body.

And his punch directly smashed the opponent's bones, and even buckled his five fingers.

"Para..."

The clothes shattered and something was torn off.

"en!" The other party snorted, backed down again and again, and disappeared into the darkness as soon as his body swayed, but he ran away directly after he knew he was invincible.

Mo Qiu's eyebrows twitched, and he wanted to chase him, but his inner Qi blood was agitated, and he had to stop.

The opponent's palm strength is very strange, not strong, but it seems to be able to arouse the discomfort of the five internal organs.

"Mo...Mo..." Old Ding's voice made him look sideways. Next moment, his face changed.

At this time, Old Ding's face was bloodstained, his hair scattered, and the palm prints on his chest were particularly eye-catching.

The palm print shattered the clothes and fell into the flesh, which seemed to have shattered the internal organs.

In short, it's hopeless.

"Old Ding."

"Book...Book..." Old Ding, who was dying, ignored his injuries, and pointed his wrist trembling towards the ground.

"Book?" Mo Qiu turned his head, only to realize what he had pulled from that person.

A black book.

The book is three-finger thick, with no words on the cover, and flexible to the touch. It seems to be some kind of wild beast fur.

Now I reached out and picked it up, and handed it to Old Ding, whose breath is getting weaker and weaker:

"Old Ding, do you...do you have anything else to say?"

Old Ding clasped the book with both hands, eyes blank, and opened his mouth to talk, but it was full of blood spilling.

"I...he..."

A hoarse, hideous voice came from his throat.

Old Ding's body suddenly straightened strangely, pressing the book in Mo Qiu's hands, staring at him with raised eyes:

"Vengeance!"

next moment, as if using all of his strength, Old Ding's eyes darkened, and he slumped diagonally toward the ground.

Dead!

Mo Qiu opened his mouth, but sighed helplessly:

"The man was covered in face, I don’t know who it is, but Old Ding don’t worry, if I find it, I will try my best Take revenge for you."

The man has extraordinary hands and unique strength, so it shouldn't be difficult to find out.

Thinking about this, he picked up the black book and was about to open it, but his brows frowned.

Discomfort.

The lungs twitch from time to time, the breathing is unstable, and there is a tingling and hotness on itself.

Poison!

Mo Qiu heart startled.

Although he avoided the colorful poisonous smoke just now, he still inevitably inhaled a little.

Together with the strange palm strength of that person, the discomfort was enough to affect his physique.

If it's that's all in normal times, it's estimated that you can survive one night without hurting the roots.

But now...

"Who is there!"

The roar sounded not far away, and several White Horse Bandits were holding knife handles and roaring Rushed towards the alley.

Mo Qiu abruptly stood up, his feet were even more empty, and his expression changed again.

Go!

A safe place must be found before the poisonous outbreak.

At the moment, taking a look around, Mo Qiu held his breath, suppressed the discomfort on his body, and ran towards the dark.