MTL - The Transmigrated Senior Martial Brother-Chapter 3 Thunderbird
Lin Zizhen sat on one side, and his heart was tense. The original immortal could really fly. Looking at the three people in front, Lin Zikai finally stared at Qin Mo, a white man. Although Qin Mo never said a word to him, he just thinks that Qin Mo is different. Even if he only read a little book under the guidance of his mother, he does not know much, but he also knows clearly. This person is extremely beautiful even if he just stands there. If the immortal is like this, he thinks that even if he has gone through all the hardships, he will become a fairy.
Qin Mo did not know that he was being admired by the protagonist of this world. He is now focusing his attention on the Qiankun bag in his hand. Qiankun Bag is a storage bag for the realm of the real world. It can carry many items with you. When Yue Zhongling took out the flying magic weapon from his Qiankun bag, he noticed that there was a gas with a yellow glow faintly flowing between his hand and the Qiankun bag. Qin Mo guessed that it was aura. But I don't know if other people can see the aura, but he can't say this question at the moment. After all, this should be the common sense of the world.
Qin Mo’s sleeves are very long, just enough to cover his hands. The slender fingers are constantly groping on the Qiankun bag. The Qiankun bag has been hung around his waist, probably only the size of a general purse, embroidered on it. A small lotus flower.
After playing for a long time, Qin Mo did not find a way to open the Qiankun bag. In the novel, I mentioned that the Qiankun bag is for God to use. Wrinkled, Qin Mo will bet on the Qiankun bag. Since it is necessary to know God, it should be useful to focus on it.
The eyes are a bit sour, and there is no change in the Qiankun bag. Qin ink is not discouraged. In the original world, he is extremely intelligent, and he can always do the best in whatever he does, but in this world, even these simple little things can't be done well. Although there is no plan to live forever in this world, Qin Mo is naturally arrogant. Since he has worn this body with a very high talent, he naturally does not want to fall behind.
Yue Zhongling looked at the front of Qin Mo's slightly thin figure, and then looked at the apparently boring Jin Linger, his brow slightly wrinkled, today's little ink is a bit strange, although he has always been so indifferent, but he is against Jinling The child is superb and will never let her be so boring.
At this moment, the flying magic weapon under their feet suddenly swayed, and Yue Zhongling couldn’t think about anything. He looked up and looked forward. This couldn’t be shocked. He yelled in a mouth: “How come there? Thunderbird!"
Looking at the eyes of Yue Zhongling, Qin Mo holds the hand of Qiankun bag tightly, and the light is also revealed in the light.
There are two huge giant birds around them. Their cockroaches are about half a meter long, and the front end is extremely sharp. From time to time, they are carrying the flying magic weapon under their feet.
Yue Zhongling clenched his long sword in his hand, his face was extremely ugly. The flying magic weapon they use now is just the ordinary mortal instrument of the Moon Qingmen - Yun Zhou. This is only used to bring the new disciples to the door. Although the flight ability is excellent, the defense ability is extremely poor. If these thunderbirds are allowed to attack, this magic weapon will not be able to support it.
After biting his teeth, Yue Zhongling made a decision in an instant, landing the Yunzhou on the ground, and then protecting the Linzi, who had no mana, and the Jinling, who had low mana, behind him, and then injected the spiritual power into the sword. Inside, I waved to the thunderbird in front.
The two thunderbirds only have the strength of nine layers of training, while the other has the strength of the base period. Yue Zhongling is of course fighting with the thunderbirds in the base period. In a blink of an eye, I saw Qin Mo still standing in the same place, and shouted at the opening: "Little ink, take the sword!"
Looking at the huge giant bird flying toward him, Qin ink heart tightened, pinching the fingers of Qiankun bag can not be tightly buckled, how to open this Qiankun bag? Is it really God who wants to die? It’s no problem to wear cannon fodder. Is it the first day you wear it to die here! He is not willing!
The resentful feelings of the sky rushed in his heart. Qin Mo only felt a flower in front of him, and a messy thing appeared in front of his eyes, and his hand was a long-shined sword, rising and falling. It seems to be lifelike. Can't take care of a lot, Qin Mo reached out and took the sword and chopped it to the thunderbird that had arrived.
Qin Mo was a surgeon and used to have surgery, so his fingers were extremely flexible, and this long sword seemed to fit in his hands. I wanted this sword to be specially made for this body.
The long sword slashed into the thunderbirds and caused a burst of thunder. The thunderbirds seemed to feel the pain in the body. The long screaming pointed at the sky and shouted. The sound of the ear-sounding ear was slightly painful. The sound fell and spit out a large amount of lightning in the direction of Qin Mo. Qin Mo clearly knows the true meaning of the name Lei Ming Bird.
The repair of Yue Zhongling was obviously higher than the thunderbird in front of him, so he was able to cope with it. While fighting, he took the time to look at the situation behind everyone. Seeing that Jin Linger was protecting the forest from the distance, the corner of his mouth could not help but reveal a comforting smile. Immediately, his gaze shifted to Qin Mo's body. This look, he couldn't help but be shocked. He said, "Small ink, how is it going? Put the spiritual power into the Bijian sword!"
At this moment, Qin Mo was a little embarrassed, and could only cope with the attack of the thunderbird with the long sword in his hand. Bijiajian, as the top implement, did not play any role in his hands. He could only be used as a kitchen knife. use.
Yue Zhongling has rich experience, so at a glance, Qin Mo’s body did not use any signs of spiritual power. When he thought of it, his brows were wrinkled more tightly. What happened to Xiao Mo, it was a bit wrong before, now This feeling is even more serious. Before he even thought about it, a thunder hit the body of Qin Mo, and suddenly the white clothes of Qin Mo became yellow, and the blood of the silk continued to emerge from the clothes.
Yue Zhongling held a long sword and tightened his hand. He refused to think more about it and speeded up the offensive. He wanted to support Qin Mo.
"Master!" When Qin Mo was injured, Jin Linger could not help but scream out anxiously.
There was a sharp pain in the body. Qin ink frowned, but did not have the time to take care of the wound, turning the sword in his hand and attacking the most vulnerable eye of the thunderbird. He also wants to put spiritual power into the hands of the Biyun sword. Unfortunately, he first came to see it, and he would not run the spiritual power.
The thunderbird was hit in the eyes. Apparently it was violent. The wings shook violently and flew to the head of Qin Mo. In the blink of an eye, he attacked Qin Mo’s head. Qin Mo tightly held the long sword in his hand, showing a hint of perseverance in his eyes.
Just as the giant python was about to attack him, a huge earth wall appeared in front of him, blocking the violent blow of the thunderbird for him. At the same time, a long sword came from behind the thunderbird, white light flashed, with a very sturdy sword, actually thunderous birds into two halves.
The blood splashed, and even a few drops fell on the face of Qin Mo. Qin Mo held the hand of Bi Youjian tightly. After a while, he slowly eased down and stood in the place slowly. The blood on the surface is wiped clean.
Jin Linger looked at the master in front of her eyes. The white robes were stained with blood, and the sword was held with one hand. Even if she was injured, she was indifferent. I don’t know why, at this moment, her heart actually “touched”. Jumped up and was not under her control.
Behind the body of the thunderbird, Yue Zhongling’s face was unpleasant, and he stepped forward and grabbed Qin Mo’s hand. His eyes were sharp and he stared at Qin’s face as if he wanted to pass this face. Look at what it looks like, the tone is low: "Who are you?"
Qin ink's face is unchanged, but the heart is a convex, is it suspected? The fingertips shook slightly, and the tone said bluntly: "Uncle Shi, I am just a little nervous." But his face did not look nervous.
Looking at the expression of Qin Mo as usual, Yue Zhongling’s hand holding Qin Mo could not help but loosen his face, and his face was also a little slower. Some of his heart was loose. Indeed, this is the first time that Qin Mo played against him. I practiced separately in the martial art, and this road has always been with him. He could not be taken away by himself without knowing it. Then I looked at Qin Mo’s tired face again. Yue Zhongling’s heart was dark. It seems that after going back, he should propose to the head to let Qin Modo go out and experience it. Otherwise, when he comes to battle, he will not be able to make spiritual power. This is not a good thing.
Seeing Yue Zhongling loosened his hand, apparently believed in his own words, Qin Mo’s heart could not help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief, but when he was loose, he spit out a blood, just after he was injured by the thunderbird. Not light.
"Master, are you okay?" Seeing Qin Mo spit out blood, Jin Linger quickly stepped forward to hold Qin Mo's body and asked with concern.
On the side of Yue Zhongling's face also showed a look of concern, put away the long sword on the hand, looked at the sky, frowned slightly, the fire red cloud was not full of the sky, the sky is already very late, not help The opening said: "Go, we will return to the door as soon as possible!"
"Ha ha ha, since you are here, you don't want to go back, stay here and be my beggar!" Yue Zhongling's voice just fell, a hoarse voice rang on the side, the voice was full of thick The maliciousness made the faces of the four people present change.
As the sound of the sound rang, the darkness of the four people suddenly filled with a thick black mist, covering them all.
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