Killing Evolution From a Sword

After smashing the frost dragon with one punch, Mond crashed to Norman's side.

The magic light in Norman's hand rose, and the earthy yellow light flickered.

But Mond fell to the ground with a bang, and his right palm blatantly fell, smashing the khaki magic brilliance into pieces!

Immediately afterwards, Mond's right hand stuck out of Norman's neck.

Just as he was about to strangle him to death with one hand, the old magician suddenly hissed, I... I have a treasure!

I bought my life with a treasure!

The strength in Mond's hand slightly loosened, and with a plop, the old Norman fell to the ground.

He sneered suddenly and said, Tell me, what treasure!

If you lie to me, you know what will happen!

Norman coughed non-stop. Just now when Mond's right hand was stuck on his neck, the divine power with the breath of lava and special characteristics also rushed into his body.

The powerful double law directly shattered Norman's triple magic protection.

Moreover, the divine power and magic origin in Norman's body were mixed into a paste.

Cough cough cough—

Coughing, with blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, he said to Mond, Master...my lord, that long sword is... a treasure!

Norman pointed weakly at the Source Devouring Sword on the ground.

Ye Fan watched this big scene, which kept changing.

Norman, damn it!

That's my sword, that's my sword!

You can't take it away, it's my sword!

Louis leaned limply against the mountain wall, his eyes were full of anger and madness, and he roared loudly with an extremely pale face.

Mond glanced at the Source Devouring Sword on the ground, originally showing a contemptuous smile, but seeing Louis' appearance at this moment, he couldn't help being interested.

Norman struggled to speak: Master... my lord, you pick up this sword and use it to kill someone!

Mond grinned ferociously, becoming more interested.

He strode up to the source-devouring sword, grabbed the three-foot long sword, and walked directly in front of Louis without stopping.

With a puff, the long sword pierced fiercely into the latter's body.

Louis' eyes were venomous, and he looked at Mond with wide open eyes.

His face, the corners of his mouth, and even his whole body were shaking.

His eyes were quickly filled with fear and despair.

you……

The next scene made Mond's pupils shrink slightly.

Ye Fan laughed loudly, he heard the system sound.

[Ding, change the sword master, Mond! 】

[Ding, absorb the origin of the sword master's law, and the sword master dies, and get 30,000 evolution points! 】

Mond was surprised to see that the slightly thin Louis, who was seriously injured in front of his eyes, instantly shriveled and aged.

All the power in the divine body seemed to be swallowed up in an instant.

The sound of broken bones continued to be heard.

Hair dries up and falls out quickly.

The eyes quickly turned gray and dim.

Teeth and nails, all falling off.

In just two or three seconds, it turned into a piece of dry and gray human skin with a bang, and fell to the ground.

At the same time, Mond felt a stream of heat emerge from the sword and enter his body from the right hand holding the sword.

Under the washing of this hot current, all the exhaustion in the body dissipated.

Moreover, Mond felt that he seemed to have a little understanding of the law of wind.

The cultivation base of the second grade elementary school has also improved a little.

In Mond's eyes, the light suddenly lit up and disappeared in a flash, and he whispered softly: Sure enough, there is a way!

It's a good sword!

Hahaha--

Not far away, Norman saw the scene after Louis' death. Although he felt a little bit sad, he was still glad that he made the right bet.

Now, let's see if Mond will kill himself too.

This feeling of life and death being controlled by others made Norman feel uneasy and fearful.

Mond turned around, brandished the Source Devouring Sword, and came to Norman with a big smile.

He held the long sword in his hand and swung it down.

Norman sighed, closing his eyes and waiting to die.

A cold touch appeared on the edge of the neck, but that touch of coldness did not spread quickly.

Immediately afterwards, Norman heard a cold voice in his ear: Old magician, do you know the master-servant contract?!

If not, you can die!

Norman felt extremely bitter in his heart, but he quickly opened his eyes and hurriedly replied: I know, I know, I will, I will!

Norman not only knew about the master-servant contract, but also knew that once such a contract was made, life and death would be controlled by others from now on.

As long as the master's contract exists, one thought, as a servant, can die directly.

However, life and death are compared with freedom!

Undoubtedly trivial stuff!

As long as you can live, these are nothing!

In his heart, Norman was doing ideological work for himself.

Mond smiled grimly: Very well, let's start signing!

Ye Fan watched all this in the sword body, and when he saw the contract coming out, he felt a breath of the original law.

From Norman's mouth, the sound of chanting obscure and mysterious spells kept ringing.

In his eyes, endless confusion emerged, as well as the despair of losing freedom.

Soon, a roll of parchment condensed by powerful and rich magic radiance floated in the air.

Appeared in front of Mond and Norman.

On this roll of parchment, there is a rich purple glow.

There are many articles on display.

For the two parties who signed these provisions, even if they don't know a single word, they can understand them all.

Norman gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and signed his real name in the face of death.

As for Mond, he glanced at the clauses on the parchment scroll, and also signed his real name.

The moment the names of the two fell, a deep purple flame burned rapidly.

This flame reflected a purple color on the faces of the two of them.

Mond's face was ferocious and happy.

Got a good sword and got an experienced magician servant.

On the other hand, Norman's face was full of despair, and finally seemed to have figured it out, and quickly turned into a touch of determination.

The parchment burned quickly.

Both of them felt that there was a force of contract between their hearts and souls, and they were tied together.

Mond clearly felt that as long as he had a thought, the old magician in front of him would surely die.

Moreover, even if he died, the old magician would die directly.

This master-servant contract is very domineering.

But for Mond, he is very satisfied with this contract.

Ye Fan saw the whole process of forming the contract and thought about it thoughtfully.

Mond laughed loudly, patted Norman on the shoulder, and said with a smile: Hurry up, I'll take you out!

Ha ha--

Norman staggered, feeling that all the bones in his body were almost falling apart.

But the divine power of lava in his body was taken back under this beat.