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Su Yu smelled differently and followed her eyes. She was slightly surprised to find that Mo Heng was in front of the chest pierced by the bone claws. Because the clothes were broken, it was very easy to find that there was a very special mark on his chest. .
The mark is in the shape of a dark sword, surrounded by chains.
It seems to symbolize that the sword is blocked!
This sword is not painted, but is imprinted in the flesh, leaving a deep dent on its chest.
Unless you change your body, you can't erase it for a lifetime.
"You…Are you enslaved by the famed sword Saint Race? ”Shirayu blurted out and said the secret of the big story.
She hurriedly licked her mouth and watched the police around, confirming that no one had heard it, and immediately went forward, re-dressing the clothes of Mo Heng, and quickly said: "We didn't see it, we didn't see anything."
Mo Heng sighed and sighed: "Seeing it is no problem, famed sword Saint Race is not known to the accident."
Su Yu's short conversation, Su Yu probably heard the ins and outs.
The genius of the former Nine Star civilization tool refinement was lost because it was enslaved by the famed sword Saint Race.
Nine Star civilization is a more insulting place of the weak meat, and he does not feel strange when something similar happens.
The strange thing is, isn’t the power of Moheng not coming to rescue him?
Today's Nine Star civilization, a celestial appearance, can not be born poor.
The poor people are all in the abandoned ridiculous and sneak peek, in order to survive daily, how can Time training tool refinement talent?
He must be born in a famous family.
"In any case, I am Mo Family Great Clan. I am left alone. What do you say to the world?" Who dares to risk the famine sword Saint Race and come to rescue me? ”Mo Heng seems to have accepted his life, and even the rebellious heart has been lost.
It turned out that Mo Family used to be a family of Great Clan, but I didn’t know why, but it finally disappeared.
So much so that Mo Heng is a slave, no one dares to control it.
Bai Xue silently sighed and said that he could do nothing.
Although the Heavenly Dao Temple is huge, it is only a Great Clan level, and it is far from being able to compete with Saint Race.
What's more, famed sword Saint Race is the third strongest Great Saint.
Su Yu asked thoughtfully: "So, what is your real tool refinement, how many names can you rank in the famed sword Saint Race?"
At this point, Mo Heng revealed a trace of pride: "Because of the identity of the slave, I was ranked 100. In fact, the top three are not difficult, and even the first place."
Being enslaved, Mo Heng is naturally not willing to be a famed sword Saint Race tool refinement.
So I have been hiding my tool refinement.
Its real tool refinement is amazingly high.
"Don't believe it!"Mo Heng thought that Su Yu and Bai Xue didn't believe in themselves, saying: "Say the simplest example, the famed sword Saint Race, the ten swordsmen trained by the family, they spent a whole Era's unique Heavenly Sword. If it is not expected, the day of the sword will be bloody when it is in the sky!"
Oh?
Snowy eyes wide open, very curious: "How do you say?"
Inkheng dismissed: "The ten swordsmen thought they were amazing and forged a flawless Saint Tool. In fact, the forging process is very heavy!"
"When the sword is out, this sword must be out of control, hurting the guests."
Mo Heng thinks that Su Yu and others are also coming to watch the death of Heavenly Sword. "When you save me, I advise you not to be close to Heavenly Sword. It is best not to step on the fated sword Saint Race. If you enter, you may be in danger of Life."
Su Yu and Bai Xue are both dignified, and there is no need to threaten them.
He said that nine out of ten is true – if his tool refinement is really so brilliant.
"thanks for reminding."Su Yu said: "However, when we go to the famed sword Saint Race, we need to intercept the original energy released when the sword is born, I am afraid it is impossible."
Mo Heng sighed: "Then you seek fortune for oneself!"
After a pause, Mo Heng took out two black iron pellets from the sleeves, and the outside was pitted. I don’t know what to do.
"I hope you will come in handy."Inkheng patted his butt and said: "Let's go and take you to the famed sword Saint Race, provided you have invitations."
Referring to the invitation letter, Bai Xue took out his real invitation and said, "Do you want to open it for me?"
Su Yu didn't say a word, his finger was lightly touched on the letter, and a lot of images were put in the letter.
Inkheng happened to capture this scene, and the pupils shrank and looked at Su Yu's eyes, which was full of deep meaning.
"Let's go."Bai Xue happy to close the invitation.
The ink-faced face was in front of the road, and after half a day, a golden road with a volley appeared in front of them.
At the end of the road, there is a huge sword that is inserted into the earth and is huge.
It is not a real sword, but a building of the famed sword Saint Race.
However, when they boarded the golden road, they found that not far from the front, it was the young man who abandoned the ink-balance and fled alone, named "Ada."
"A big?"Mo Heng Shu mouth airway: "You are safe, that's good."
In his words, he is especially concerned about this Ada.
In fact, at the time of the crisis, he pushed Ada out and blocked his attack with his own body. It has already been able to see the clue, and the relationship between the two is not ordinary.
After listening to the sound behind him, Ada looked back and saw that there was not much happiness on his face. Instead, he was cold and cold: "It is still not dead."
He forced himself to come back, not salty or not: "I thank you just now."
Thanks in the mouth, but there is no gratitude in the eyes, and even a little disappointment, disappointing ink Heng did not die under the skeleton.
Su Yu frowned, this young man, in any case, should you understand the truth of the confession?
However, he did not understand the relationship and grievances of the two, and he was inconvenient to interject.
But snow is much more direct: "smelly brat, will you say something?" Are you cursing your Benefactor to die? Without him, you died early! ”
A big disappointment stared at the white snow: "I talk to my father, what is it about you?"
father
Are the two still a father-son relationship?
Ah Da looked at the bloody ink balance with a disgusted look: "You are here, I am advanced, so that others will not see it."
Hey!
Bai Xue is really angry, how can a son dislike Laozi.
She said with a sleeve: "Do you stand for me?"
However, the ink balance stopped the white snow, and the expression was complicated: "son is not sensible, please don't mind the two seniors."
Snow does not hit one place: "I said ink Heng, you used to be in the personal case, how to teach this son? I am too fond of him? ”
Mo Heng silently said that he did not want to state the karma.
Su Yu's eyes flashed lightly, and Mo Heng was the slave of the famed sword Saint Race. Where did the son come from?
Among them, there is another hidden feeling?
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