Unlimited See the Ancient

Of course, Qin Mo's power cannot be strengthened, but he still considered the safety of the residents of Sardinia in the end.

All he can do is move the battlefield here.

"Start the battle here? God of war! Human!"

The thick thundercloud opened a gap, and Mekar's huge body walked out of the gap.

"Yes, this is your end point."

Qin Mo unscrupulously provoked the two powerful gods.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha----!!!"

"Human beings who speak wild words! Let you use your body to remember the power of the king today!"

"Hunting the lion, the glory of the warrior who hunts the dragon king! Fly in the sky!"

Mekar chanted words and brandished her weapon.

Yagrush and Aymur once again flew towards Qin Mo with lightning speed.

"It's the two big sticks again, this is the second time, Mekar!"

Qin Mo took a step in the void, and the brilliance of flames burst from under his feet.

Followed by another five steps, depicting the movements of Nandou Liuxing.

""Liujia Lost Footwork". "

This is the footwork that Qin Mo saw Jigu from Luo Hao's leader, and it is one of the footwork that even the lightning falling from the sky cannot catch.

"Sure enough, he has already learned it."

Luo Hao stared at Qin Mo's footwork in the distance and muttered to himself.

Erica is a bit out of sorts right now.

The way Luo Hao brought her here was too rough.

"Lord Luo Hao, are you really not going to help Qin Mo? Isn't he your best friend?"

Facing the two high-ranking "Gods of Disobedience", even Campione is struggling, let alone Qin Mo, who is only human.

Really will die!

"I said that this is Qin Mo's prey. If he dies in the middle of the struggle, it can only show that his limit is just like this. However, in the spirit of my best friend, I will still avenge him." Luo Hao had nothing to say. The meaning of the shot.

What kind of best friend is this?Erica was a little confused.

"However, even I didn't expect that he would suddenly find two "Gods of Disobedience" as opponents. This kind of courage really deserves to be my best friend, Luo Hao!"

"Also, don't underestimate this man too much."

Luo Hao looked up at the battlefield.

There, the great sun in the void was approaching the god in the form of a boy at a very high speed, followed by two magic sticks, yagrush and aymur.

Hundredth Chapter 16 The Words That Split the Godhead

"Do you want to use my strength to deal with Mekar's weapons? Yes, it's the wisdom of the weak, who are desperately struggling!"

The military god in the form of a boy uttered arrogant words.

Qin Mo didn't care about this.

Regardless of whether it is the military god in the form of a boy, or Mekar, they are actually belittling Qin Mo.

Even if Qin Mo showed his current strength, they still looked down on Qin Mo condescendingly with the airs of gods.

This contempt is the beginning of your defeat.

"The chaser yagrush·aymur! It is the weapon given to you by the god of artisans, Kushaer Hasis! As Baal, you use them to lure the dragon king Yamu away from the throne and kill him! With this time Crusade, you have risen to the throne of God King."

The military god in juvenile form chanted the spirit of words, and a golden sword was born in his hand.

Slashed at the two flying sticks of Yagrush and Aymur.

Qin Mo sensed that the time was almost up, so he waved the "Feilong Wing" and flew towards Mekar below.

"Stupid humans, even without yagrush·aymur, you can't defeat the king!"

Accompanied by Mekar's words, the lightning in the thundercloud became more violent.

"boom----!"

Countless bolts of lightning pierced the night sky instantly shot out from the thunderclouds, and the target was of course the scorching sun in the night sky.

While Qin Mo dodged with the "Liujia Lost Footwork", a stone tablet appeared in his hand - "Prometheus Secret Book".

"A little present for you, Mekar."

Black lightning descended from the sky and struck Mekar's huge body.

"Humanity!!!"

Mekar's voice full of anger and pain rang out.

In fact, that is not lightning, but something similar to a collection of curses, a collection of consciousness full of hatred and lamentation.