Demon Sword God

Although the dozen or so people who came up around were not at level six, they were all at least level three. The biggest difference between humans and Warcraft was that humans had wisdom, while Warcraft did not. Moreover, he was now being tortured by the God of Thunder and was unable to fight at all.

Although the training in the castle allowed Mu Lin to deal with the physical third-level monsters without magic with some ease, when facing a real third-level strong man, the magic and fighting spirit made the difference in strength immediately apparent.

More than a dozen Dou Qi blades flew over, and Mu Lin could only wave the Thunder God in his hand to resist. At this time, the light green Dao power in Mu Lin's body had no intention of helping the fight, but concentrated on destroying the Thunder God.

Confronting.

While feeling the pain of tearing his body, while dodging the fighting spirit flying blades, and blocking the explosive bombs that flew from time to time, Mu Lin felt a little embarrassed for a moment.

Claire is in a good mood now. The kid in front of her is indeed a body cultivator as she expected. In this case, she can easily kill him and then leave with the God of Thunder.

Just when Claire was thinking deeply, a cold feeling suddenly emerged from behind Claire's body. The sharp mercenary captain standing behind Claire suddenly threw Claire to the ground, and a black light emanated from the place where Claire had just stood.

Crossed.

"Sneak attack!"

Claire suddenly raised her head, and saw a delicate black figure not far away, facing her with a stubborn expression. There were several scalpels in Qingqing's hands, and a faint black aura kept coming from the blade of each scalpel.

Wandering. Then, a black breath burst out, and Qing Qing's figure disappeared.

"Dark Assassin?" Claire was stunned for a moment, then a different kind of smile appeared on her face.

"Come over and fight with two shields to protect me."

After hearing Claire's order, two warriors holding shields ran over slowly. Two large shields stood up, and Claire was tightly protected.

"It turns out to be a rare dark-type assassin. If you catch it and sell it, it will make a lot of money." Claire laughed wildly. But he didn't know that Qingqing's sudden disappearance just now was not the assassin's secret, but...

Bang——

A black figure suddenly appeared in the middle of the giant shield, with a cold and proud face, he raised his hand, and the black thin sword slashed down instantly.

Claire was startled, her hands shook, and the explosive bomb fell directly to the ground before she could send it out.

Bang——

A muffled sound attracted Mu Lin's attention. More than a dozen eyes turned around, only to see two shields flying around Claire, and then a black figure flew out at an angle.

"Qingqing——" Mu Lin, who instantly understood what was happening, picked up the God of Thunder and rushed out suddenly. A group of mercenaries who passed by saw the target and ran away with a bunch of Douqi blades released.

Mu Lin's mind was filled with Qing Qing's figure flying out, and he rushed forward in a straight line. He had no time to pay attention to the Dou Qi Blade chasing after him.

Puff——

After flying a certain distance, the fighting spirit blade was greatly weakened, but it still made several cuts on Mu Lin's back. Ignoring the pain in his back, Mu Lin rushed to Qing Qing who fell on the ground, lifted Qing Qing and hugged him

In arms.

"Qingqing, are you okay? Qingqing!" Seeing Qingqing's eyes closed in her arms, Mu Lin's heart tightened for a moment.

"Don't shake me, I'm dizzy." "Qingqing" opened her eyes, and her indifferent tone made Mu Lin startled.

Qing Ming raised his hand and pressed his forehead. Sure enough, the strength gap between level three and level one and level five and seven is still a bit big.

"I'm fine, I'm just a little dizzy." Qing Ming sighed softly, and his consciousness sank instantly.

call--

Mu Lin breathed a sigh of relief, but was also surprised that Qingqing was unscathed by the explosion of the fifth-level skill. Suddenly he remembered that his mother-in-law had said that Qingqing's current strength was probably around the third level, and the prophet's training course mainly focused on protection.

Mu Lin sighed again, feeling a touch of relief in his heart.

"Brother, that bad guy is so strong..." Qing Qing felt a little discouraged when she realized that her first cooperative battle with Qing Ming ended in a wall.

"Follow me, let's find a way to leave first." After saying that, Mu Lin, who endured the pain all over his body, pulled Qing Qing behind him and faced a group of mercenaries surrounding him. What Mu Lin forgot was that he pulled Qing Qing behind him.

Behind him, Qingqing saw the bloody wound on Mu Lin's back.

"Brother, are you injured?" Qingqing's tone turned cold for a moment.

"It's okay. The small wound doesn't matter. We have to evacuate as soon as possible." Feeling that his body was gradually approaching a state of collapse, Mu Lin raised the God of Thunder in his hand and was about to drag Qingqing away.

Swish——

A heartbreaking pain suddenly came from the wound on his back, and then Mu Lin suddenly went limp.

"Brother..." Qingqing suddenly panicked and held onto Mu Lin's fallen body. Behind Mu Lin, golden thunder light surged, and from the deep wound, dark brown light mixed with brown spots faintly came from

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