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Volume Three: Little Sword Fairy in the Big City Chapter 433: Burning Out

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    Chapter 433 Burning out

    The Holy Father has been stepped on by Shangqing. His beating heart is less than one meter away from Shangqing's sword. As long as Shangqing exerts even a little more strength, the Holy Father's energy core will be directly penetrated.  The overbearing power of the Forgotten River Bridge will make even the most powerful god fall to Shangqing's sword.

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    Before the sword even had time to fall, Shangqing's body began to fall into pieces, scattered piece by piece, like a weathered statue, with only a pair of annoyed eyes still shining with the last trace of life.

    The speed of this weathering was very fast. Just when Shangqing wanted to use his last bit of strength to give the Holy Father a fatal blow, his sword-holding hands had already turned into fly ash, and the huge spiritual power had long since ceased to exist.  The overwhelming power disappeared in an instant.

    Shangqing, who was lying on the ground, let out a shrill scream, but he could only watch helplessly as Shangqing completely dissipated in the air and returned to the stars. Apart from the demon soldiers unsheathed and still hovering in mid-air waiting to be controlled, there was nothing in this world  There doesn't seem to be any trace of the supernatant left behind.

    After the last trace of Shangqing¡¯s soul dissipated in the dark red sky, the sheath finally fell down and rolled to the ground along the Holy Father¡¯s huge head like scrap metal.

    And the Holy Father who was beaten was not an ordinary person. After all, as a higher-level creature, without the spiritual pressure of the Supreme Being to break through the limits of this world, the scars on his body quickly began to recover.

    Within a few seconds, almost all the scars on the Holy Father's body disappeared. It was almost as if he had believed in Brother Chun. He was fully resurrected. He sat up from the ground, looked at the sky, and then laughed. Laughter  Shocking!

    Soon, he stood up again like a king holding on to his big stick. His hundred-foot-long figure was extremely majestic and full of strange beauty.  Then, with pity, he looked at Shang Fang who was lying on the ground without the ability to fight and Li Guo who was near death next to him, and said loudly: "Good husband! As a father, I will send you to see each other immediately."

    Shang Fang turned his head with difficulty, glanced at Li Guo who was still being treated, took a long breath, and said softly: "Don't bully me on the way to hell."

    The disabled Zhijian turned his head and said, "Shut up, I."

    And when the Holy Father walked towards Li Guo step by step, a small white dot suddenly appeared in front of him and stood in front of him. He stood with his hands behind his back and looked unconcerned. The demon that almost took his life just now  The sword was floating beside her, and the tip of the sword was pointed directly at the forehead of the Holy Father.

    "Mochou has been waiting here for a long time." The charming purple light in Mochou's eyes flickered, and the originally clean and innocent face was reflected with a demonic aura for no reason: "Outside, Mochou would not dare to transform into a demon body so casually.  Woolen cloth."

    "The Holy Father may have presbyopia or for some other reason. After seeing Mochou, he actually took a step back, his resolute brows twisted into the Chinese character "Chuan", and his original arrogant expression gradually turned into shock.

    "Mochou asks you." Mochou's voice was not loud, even gentle, but it could reach the ears of the Holy Father like a sinister laughter at midnight: "Did you hurt Mr. Mochou?"

    As soon as he finished speaking, two huge and ferocious dragon wings suddenly sprouted from behind Mochou, and Mochou's usually calm expression became arrogant, and his voice turned sharp: "Isn't that right!"

    These two huge dragon wings obviously belong to Yinglong, one of the four legendary dragon masters.  The wings are dozens of feet long, but growing on the back of the petite Mochou never looks weird. Instead, it adds an inexplicable sense of beauty.

    The dragon wings flapped gently, but the strong wind coming from the wingtips caused the ground to be blown away layer by layer. And every time the pair of dragon wings moved, the evil purple light in Mochou's eyes became sharper.  points, the pressure that also does not belong to this world on the body becomes even heavier. Until it is almost equal to the energy emanating from Kuafu, and can even stabilize the head of the Holy Father, the dragon wings gradually fade away and turn into a  The wings of light covering the sky spread out from Mochou's ribs, making Mochou look like a spider spinning a huge web.

    "You!" The Holy Father's nostrils suddenly spurted out flames that smelled of copper, and his eyes were filled with piercing anger: "You still dare to come? You are asking for your own death."

    Mochou thought for a moment and shook his head: "You should be seeking your own death, hohohohohoho"

    Holy Father: ""

    "You haven't answered Mochou's question yet." After Mochou finished imitating the laughter of the game characters, his expression continued to be serious: "Did you hurt my husband?"

    The Holy Father smiled coldly: "Since I am an old man, so what? You can't even get out today, let alone your useless husband."

    As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Sheath suddenly bloomed with a deathly gray color in mid-air, and then Mochou and Chu Sheath were simultaneously obscured by a burst of gray mist.  WaitWhen Sorrow reappeared, the white clothes all over his body had turned into a murderous black robe. The dragon scales on the outside of the robe shone dangerously under the red light reflected in the sky, and the sheath was also made of the original thin willow leaves.  The sword turned into a tooth-shaped long sword, thin at the top and thick at the bottom with strange serrations, and the top of it exuded a faint aura of death.

    "Wangchuan Bridge, all unsealed!" Mochou used her nails to make a bloody gash in the palm of her hand, and smeared the purple blood that flowed out on her unsheathed body.

    As soon as the blood hit the body, it suddenly trembled violently when it was unsheathed. The evil shape changed again, becoming more ferocious and terrifying. Each spike reflected a twisted face, and the lifeless sword exuded even more  The sword seemed to be filled with resentment that could block the sun. There were circles of black silk thread wrapped around the handle of the sword. This thread was directly connected to the ground, and it seemed that it was truly connected to the underworld.

    "Okay, okay, I can finally take revenge. Your mother ruined my inheritance back then, and today I will get it back with you." The Holy Father laughed again when he saw Mochou's appearance: "It seems  You are worse than your mother."

    Mo Chou raised his eyebrows: "Really?"

    As soon as he finished speaking, Mochou suddenly burst out with blazing demonic fire. The green fire was tinged with black. Mortals looked devastated, and even top experts would inevitably feel dizzy.

    After lighting the demon fire, Mochou looked back at Li Guo on the ground, and then turned to look at the Holy Father: "Mochou thought that this time she could live out the rest of her life as a little woman, but you bullied Mochou.  My dear husband, don't worry about not being able to rely on him."

    After saying this, a ferocious word "kill" suddenly appeared on Mochou's forehead. However, the word "kill" disappeared into Mochou's skin a moment after it appeared, and the sky began to change violently, from red to misty.  The sky turned into a vast starry sky, and the seven stars in the west were so bright that they even covered up the cold light of the moon, which shone on Mochou even more chillingly.

    "Mochou doesn't want my husband to see Mochou like this." Mochou looked up at the starry sky, then smiled faintly, and said as if dreaming: "So Mochou wants to let you return to your ashes before your husband wakes up.  Earth returns to earth.¡±

    As soon as he finished speaking, the Holy Father suddenly picked up his big stick without warning and swung it towards Mochou. The big stick was so powerful and powerful that it could hit anywhere, even a mountain or a city.  An instant kill.

    But Mochou just stood with her hands behind her hands, letting the huge wooden stick fly towards her. Except for a contemptuous smile at the corner of her mouth, she did not make any movement.

    "Mochou has been eating, just to prepare for the day when Mochou and Mochou's precious husband will encounter an enemy like you." As Mochou spoke, he jumped up with a blushing face and said, "Ms. Mochou put Mochou  Treat it like a treasure, don¡¯t worry how can you not feel it.¡±

    With such a slight leap, Mochou made the Holy Father's giant club fly away, but then Mochou let herself fall freely, and before the Holy Father could withdraw the club, she pulled it out of its sheath,  Using the momentum of his fall, he directly poked the Holy Father's knee.

    "Back then, you were also a hero." The Holy Father's steel-like knees could not withstand the sharpness of the scabbard, and Mochou forcefully dug a hole in it: "Until you were hit by a sword in the knee."

    As soon as he finished speaking, the Holy Father's strength had not yet been lost, and a hole was punched through his knee like a movie. His center of gravity suddenly became unstable, and he fell down sideways.

    But Mochou didn't let the Holy Father go. He ducked to the position where the Holy Father was about to fall, sprinted upwards, and swept him with a side whip: "Mochou became an immortal a thousand years ago and jumped out long ago.  The Five Elements. Even if your attribute is to control Mochou, so what?"

    The Holy Father¡¯s extremely huge body was swept up by Little Mochou¡¯s whip and rolled in the air.

    "If you were honest, Mochou wouldn't show off here. The way of heaven is clear, I'm afraid Mochou won't be able to escape." As Mochou spoke, he jumped to the side of the Holy Father and kicked him.  : "As expected, is Mochou destined to die alone? Maybe, but even if he is taken away, Mochou cannot see Mochou's dearest brother-in-law being beaten to death by you."

    The Holy Father was caught off guard and was stabbed directly in the waist. He howled and rolled away to the other side. There was nothing he could do against Mochou, a monster with the power of the dragon and the spirit of the female demon in one.

    "Mochou pretends to be stupid, Mochou pretends to be weak, just to have a good life." Although Mochou now has all her abilities unlocked, her nagging nature has not changed at all. She beat people while babbling.  Looking at the severely beaten Holy Father: "You ruined Mochou's chance to be a good person."

    As he spoke, the murderous aura in Mochou became even stronger. If this murderous aura was revealed, it would be enough to wither all the flowers, plants and trees it comes into contact with, and those who are slightly weaker would probably also die suddenly.Death.

    Just when Mochou's murderous intent flashed, and he unsheathed his sword like a dragon and was about to cut the holy father in two, suddenly a big hand pinched Mochou's hand, and then Li Guo's still pale face came up and blocked it.  Mochou was about to unleash an attack that could break through the entire space.

    "Don't worry!" Li Guo frowned: "No!"

    Mochou paused and looked back at Li Guo. Then she screamed and covered her face with her hands: "Don't look at Mochou's ugly appearance!"
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