Chapter 1341 If You Die, You Are Really Dead

All Xuewei's left hands have been raised, and the rings on their hands are simultaneously lit up.

But at this moment their attacks were stopped.

Lu Hua was trembling with anger.

He raised his palm tremblingly, pointing at the altar, the old voice was full of boundless anger:

"Even your family can be ignored, you are really a good son and daughter of the Snow Clan! You are really a good son and daughter of my Lu family!"

"Get out of the way! Today's matter... I don't want to blame the past!"

However, the cold woman just used her thin and thin body to cover Mu Fan as much as possible, her eyes fell on Mu Fan's face like ice and snow melting, and there was a slight smile on the corner of her mouth.

What has extraneous affairs to do with her?

The sky slowly darkened, and the altar, which had just calmed down, began to vibrate again.

Everyone in the Snow Clan had doubts on their faces, what's going on?

Lu Hua's face instantly became extremely ugly.

"Senyu...someone is coming."

...

In the boundless darkness, Mu Fan looked down at his body reorganizing little by little.

Then land lightly.

How is this going?

Mu Fan looked at his hands and feet, the dragon rider had disappeared, and he only had a pair of shorts all over his body. This familiar feeling was like when he first joined PO Battle.net...

But what is special is that his brain thoughts are as cold as iron, and the air around his ears seems to have life, and he can feel the night whispering to him.

His mind fell into a state of high-speed operation beyond any moment before.

He felt that his current state was a little detached.

who! ?

Mu Fan suddenly turned his head to look to the right, and there seemed to be a shadow flashing in the darkness there.

However, at this moment, a huge palm appeared behind him silently, with five fingers closing together to form a knife...

Cut it off!

Just at this moment, Mu Fan's body turned strangely, and his right fist suddenly struck out in a ripple across the air.

The front of the fist smashed through the phantom of the palm knife.

The black shadow flashed past, and a faint green appeared behind Mu Fan in an instant. It was a light blade piercing the night, and it cut straight down in the next second!

However, at this moment, Mu Fan, who was about to fall down due to inertia, suddenly twisted his body in mid-air, his eyes were sharp, his hands and fingers were wide open, and they closed heavily!

boom!

In the huge tremor.

The light blade disappeared, and a dark gold short stick with the thickness of a wrist was quietly placed in his palm.

When he saw the dark gold short stick clearly, Mu Fan's mind finally flashed all the things before he passed out.

"……teacher!"

Mu Fan's voice trembled, and his eyes suddenly looked forward.

In the darkness, a faint silhouette emerged.

A tattered cloak appeared from the depths of the darkness without warning, and two pulsating green flames slowly floated up.

A vicissitudes and hoarse voice sounded:

"Your growth has exceeded expectations, and I am very relieved."

"Teacher, are you awake? Now?" Mu Fan looked down at himself.

"This is the ultimate assessment that every inheritor of the temple must undergo after condensing the heart of nether energy. This assessment should have been completed by my clan. But now..."

Youlu's eyes blinked slowly, and then disappeared in an instant. At the same time, a huge sense of crisis emerged from Mu Fan's side!

A straight green light blade cut across in an instant, rubbing against Mu Fan's left arm, and he could feel the danger hidden in that cold light.

Mu Fan rolled and dodged, and shouted into the darkness: "Teacher, what are you going to do!"

"I will give you the ultimate assessment of completing the sanctuary."

"Shadow...running fast."

In an instant, countless afterimages appeared in the void.

Each one is Mohanda's back, and each one carries the same unpredictable great danger.

"Are you afraid of death?" That vicissitudes of voice actually carried a certain passion, and at this moment Mohanda seemed to be performing some kind of extremely sacred ceremony.

A light and shadow cut across from the side, Mu Fan flashed for a moment, but a slight blood line appeared on his cheek, and his eyes were cold.

"not afraid!"

Three figures solidified in the darkness behind him, and their voices were deafening, "When your comrade-in-arms dies and you are alone...are you afraid of being alone?"

Three afterimages slashed across, and three blood grooves plowed out of Mu Fan's back. His mind began to flash the scene of fighting alone if his teammates died in battle, his eyes were cold, and his voice was agitated:

"Fearless!"

Mohanda's figure suddenly appeared from the sky, and a dark green light blade popped out from his right arm, stabbing down in an instant, and a voice came down from the sky: "You will never tire of being in a desperate situation, and you will not retreat in the face of thousands of troops, you also have courage!?"

Mu Fan raised his head suddenly, and said word by word: "Under the starry sky, I... can go everywhere!"

There was a sudden wave of air under the feet, and the whole person jumped up, and his feet flashed across the night like lightning.

Boom!

Amidst the huge impact, the tip of his toe kicked above the light blade at a strange angle, and Mohanda's figure dissipated, leaving only the voices from all directions reverberating more violently:

"I was trapped in the sea of ​​insects and watched my clansmen die in battle one by one."

"I gave up my faith and pursued the highest power."

"When I was alone, I thought I was alone."

"But until I voluntarily escaped into the shadows and gave up all glory, I discovered..."

"I am not fighting alone, because in the darkness, when the race is in danger again and again, it is generation after generation of brave men... who have opened the road to self-salvation."

"My name is Mohanda!"

The sound is like the sound of the soul, and the space is agitated.

"My family, Immortal!"

"After sixty seconds, if you die..."

Another light blade slashed past, and Mu Fan's body jumped up lightly, and disappeared in mid-air in an instant, leaving only Mu Fan's voice: "What will happen then! Teacher!"

"You will actually die."

In all directions, countless dim lights lit up.

The terrifying murderous intent came like a tsunami.

Mu Fan's breathing was as heavy as a beast, the last trace of emotion in his voice faded, and a hint of green began to appear in the depths of his pupils.

"Then what if I, live?"

"...you will become the real, Dark Templar."

A light blade cut down instantly from the front.

Hey!

A bright spark bloomed.

A short dark gold stick precisely supported the one-armed light blade.

The eyes of Mu Fan and Mo Handa met, they were indifferent.

The palm twisted violently.

hum!

A faint green light suddenly bloomed from Mu Fan's palm, and the dim short stick seemed to come alive at this moment!

No dragon core, no dragonrider battle armor, two curved green light blades—emerged in an instant!

At this moment, countless afterimages rushed towards the lonely figure.

...

...

"The Son of God is about to come, come and drag the two people on the altar down."

"If Lu Qingxue dares to resist, you can use your force without hesitation!"

Xuewei began to rush towards the altar.

"Old man, don't force the old man's daughter!"

On the high platform in the corner of the sacrificial square, a figure stood up high with an unforgettable hatred, his left hand was erected, and the pure golden light it held up made his eyes extremely sacred.

However, Lu Hua's face was instantly ferocious when he saw it at a glance, and many clansmen were shocked when they saw it.

The huge jewel in the center of the high platform is the core of the entire square.

And the golden light in the hands of the former patriarch Lu Changdong was the luster produced when the natal ring was about to explode.

He wants to blow up the snowstone core.

He wants to destroy the altar completely.

The possible martyrdom would be unimaginable.

"Tell them to retreat—"

boom!

With a deafening sound, Lu Changdong's left arm was beaten into a puddle of blood, and he flew three meters horizontally and fell to the high platform.

Lu Qingxue suddenly turned her head.

"Father!"