The blood red silkworm cocoon just appeared, and the clock felt as if there was a sense of killing above, making people feel that the spirit could not help but truce.

However, the soul of Zhongliang has entered the space of the emperor, which is much stronger than ordinary people, but a slight slap in it, it is a quick restoration of the firm color of the eyes and once again condensed the attention.

Looking away, across from such a distance, the clock can see the sword silk above the sabre from above and out of the sky, as if there is life generally dancing to itself.

This is the spirit!

The clock flashes from the eyes, and the ordinary spirit is divided into four categories: the best spiritual device, the high-level spirit, the intermediate spirit, and the lower spirit, of which the high-level spirit is more common, and the best spirit is expected to be collected by the family as a heritage treasure.

In the background of the Meng family, the ten sabres are afraid to reach the best crafts, but Meng Muchuan only has a cocoon in their hands, even if there is no extreme spirit, but the high-level spirit is still worth it.

“The sabre?I didn't expect Meng to be really ready to use the cocoon, it seems that this test has no suspense."There are ten peak instructors to see this scene, and the color of regret has already been revealed in their eyes.

The importance of the spirit weapon to the warriors they will not know, although Qin Qingmeng at the last moment if his sword gave the sword to leave, but if this can change the war, it is too simple.

The more time the weapon uses a spirit, the longer the weapon uses the weapon, the more handicrafts in the hand, and even the more powerful it can be exerted, which is what people often say is the sense of consensual.

With Meng Muchuan's talent, I am afraid that the Meng family has long had a careful training plan, so this cocoon will not be handed over to its hands recently, presumably after a period of familiarity.

In this way, the proficiency of the spirit instrument is afraid that it is not better to be stronger than the clock that has just picked up the water sword.

However, they did not regret that the clock was defeated in this battle, but unfortunately, this innate dragon medane will fall into the hands of the peak of the sword, becoming the pavement for Meng Yuchuan to grow up.

Qin Qingmeng dimly raised, but the look was not too flustered, but looking at the venue, waiting for the official start of the two people's test.

“Start with the test.”Teacher Wu took the initiative to walk out and gave a test for the two people.

Almost when the voice of the former had just fallen, the blood-red cocoon in Meng Muchuan's hand burst out in an instant, and several red dots shot in front.

If you look closely, you can find that the red dot extends, which is a very small sword silk.

Under the high-speed movement, even the traces of the sword silk could not be seen, and only the faint red dot fell down on him.

Previously, I heard Qin Qing dream reminded me of the strength of this sabre, and the clock did not dare to lighten the enemy from nature, and immediately retreated to the back.

A few swords were drawn on the blue slate on the ground, and it was effortlessly left a deep ravine, as if the hard blue rock was just tofu.

Seeing the horror of this sword silk, the clock can not help but take a breath of cool air, although the golden bones of the golden wheel in his body are extremely tough, but the body still has fatal defects, and there is no way to resist such a sharp edge.

And the silkworm above the silkworm silk is not known how many, if it is wrapped, I am afraid that you will not die and have to peel off, even if you have the golden bone of the god wheel, it will have no effect.

“Want to run?”Seeing the clock away from the attack, Meng Muchuan's mouth showed a sneer, his body rushed to the front, and his fingers came straight to the clock.

That's right, it's a point!

Meng forgot to do so in his hand, but he still kept the gesture of holding the sword and stabbed the clock away from a sword.

The other side will not make such a stupid action for no reason, if you look closely, it seems that Meng Yuchuan does not have a sword in his hand, but there is a very small filaments that are always in its control.

Sure enough, when Meng Muchuan's body was close, the original scattered sword silk was quickly gathered together, and a long blood-red sword was automatically generated!

Zhong was obviously the first time to see the sabrecoon of this weapon, for such a change of heart is also amazing, but the movement in the hand is not slow, the body back half a step, if the sword has been shot.

Can be Qin Qing dream as a weapon, if the water sword is obviously also a high-level spiritual weapon, there is a faint meaning of coolness in the beginning, so that the spirit can not help but vibrate.

Although Zhong has not practiced the sword method, it does not mean that he will not use this weapon, but his body shape is only a slight turn, if the water sword is the same cut out.

铮

When this long, bloody sword composed of the delicate and incomparable sword silk was split by the water sword, it actually made a direct sound, like a hard gold and iron strike, which was no different from the ordinary sword.

But just lamented its sharp blade, the blood-colored sword body was suddenly split again, more than ten swords toward the clock to stab the past, actually instantly blocked the clock from all positions.

The clock could not be avoided, but if the water sword in its hand was cut off.

But this time soon found that it was not right, the sword silk actually did not know what material was made, and the attack was as sharp as the blade, but when the water sword was cut down, it felt like a cotton silk cut, and did not exert force at all.

Even, the sword silk is like a tentacle, but also to the body of the water sword directly wrapped around!

The clock frowned, and soon found that if the water sword in his hand could not cut off the sword, he saw the other sword silk directly shrouded himself.

Ao

The clock fell from the body again, but a blood line appeared on the cheek, and it was obvious that Meng Muchuan's just attack successfully injured him.

Although this injury is nothing under his best efforts to avoid, the two people's just confrontation is just an opening, but the strangeness and insidiousness of the cocoon make him feel tricky.

"Your reaction was quick, but in the face of absolute strength, none of this worked."Taking up some advantages, Meng Muchuan laughed coldly, and his fingers suddenly fell on the sword silk, and a blood was immersed in the sword silk.

"This fellow is just a test, he is ready to wake the spirit of the cocoon?"Standing next to Qin Qing dreamed of this action of the other party, and immediately his face was ugly.

"Well, since it's better than trying, it's not worth it."Meng had a smile on his old face, and apparently did not feel wrong at all.

And above the venue, accompanied by Meng Muchuan's action, a blood suddenly emerged from above the sabre, as if there was something about to appear...