Burst!

The head was shattered like a watermelon.

After the shattering, the man remained frozen in place, not reacting at all.

Fast!

It's so fast!

It's so fast that you can't even react.

Heaven Killing Fist, it's like a hanging.

Same as Fang Mo.

That's the power of rules.

The noble old man suddenly understood.

It's the rule.

Irresistible.

It is even more impossible to resist in any way.

There can only be one way.

Kill this person.

This is the only way to get rid of this person who has mastered the rules, and maybe everything can be restored to the original path.

The noble old man gritted his teeth, and when he was about to make a move, he suddenly found that another person's head was smashed.

Good.

It's so easy to use.

Fang Moru stood aside with a smile on his face.

He didn't know that the Heavenly Killing Fist would be so terrifying.

One punch for a little friend.

No, one punch for an advance team.

It's so simple, it's like the other person won't dodge at all.

Of course.

His fist was also painful.

After touching the rules, he found that his physical body seemed to be a little worse.

This kind of difference does not mean that there is a difference, but that this kind of power is not what he is now, and he can use it directly.

But.

Would Fang Mo be afraid of the wear of his fists?

Are you afraid of the after-effects?

He won't be afraid!

The current Fang Mo, if he really wanted to fight, he wouldn't care about anyone at all.

Because, as long as he dies once, he will immediately be resurrected with full blood.

Others, but he doesn't have the same skills.

Therefore, he killed very happily.

Yang Tianci on the other side was even happier to watch.

"Sure enough, this is the posture of the Heavenly Demon, no matter what, you can't die, it's like having a destiny in your body!"

He swallowed, his face full of relief.

People like Fang Mo are really unbelievable.

But at the same time, such a person is really powerful.

It's amazing.

It's amazing, there are no other thoughts in people's minds, only one thought.

Trust him.

I believe that he can destroy all enemies.

"That's it!"

The luxurious old man suddenly made a move.

Canglang Lang.

A sword unsheathed.

The sword has an extremely frightening color, and not only that, but it also carries a chill that makes people shudder.

"Say what?"

Fang Mo punched out, snapped on the ground, and after making an advance team die again, he smiled and said, "Come, old boy, aren't you unconvinced?

The noble old man sneered and said, "The kid is rampant!"

The words fell.

His figure suddenly disappeared in place.

Swish.

When the tip of the sword appeared in front of Fang Mo's chest, he didn't react a little, and looked at the old man who had just taken out a sword with a shocked face, his face full of incredulity.

"Rules?"

There was a tremor on his face.

"Yes, the power of the rules, and my body has been carrying it longer than you, see if you can block a few swords!" The old man sneered, waved his hands, and immediately another sword fell: "Come again!"

Syllable!

Fang Mo couldn't help but stretch out his fist as he watched this sword come again.

Bang!

The fist and the sword collided together, Fang Mo felt a lot of pain, and when he was about to say something, he suddenly saw that the old man's sword had rushed over again.

A sword that can't be dodged.

A punch that can't be dodged.

Bang.

Poof!

Fang Mo was stabbed through the shoulder by a sword, but at the last moment, his fist also landed on the old man's stomach.

After this punch, the old man bowed his waist like a shrimp.

And Fang Mo was still calm, cold, as if this sword had no effect on him at all.

Impact, there must be.

If you want to say no, Fang Mo's first thing is to be unconvinced.

However, he died too many times.

By now, he didn't care about this little pain at all, unless it was ten thousand times more intense.

Otherwise, it would have been nothing to him in the first place.

In other words, this little pain is no longer in his eyes.

"How, maybe!"

The old man raised his head and looked at Fang Mo's indifferent face, while his shoulder was still bleeding: "How can you!"

"Hehe, you're old. ”

Fang Molong walked forward, and while taking a step forward, he smashed his fist on the face of the person in front of him.

Bang.

The man's head shattered open.

However, these people are all dead soldiers, even if they know that they and others will die, they have no intention of retreating at all.

Perhaps, in their hearts, death is the final result.

But.

Fang Moke didn't mean to feel sorry for them, he continued to move forward, his fists were invincible, and one punch was an advance team.

No way!

I can't let him go on like this.

Otherwise, who else can control this person in the future?

When the noble old man saw Fang Mo so terrifying, a touch of nervousness suddenly appeared in his heart.

The next moment, he threw another punch despite the pain.

"I'll be waiting for you. ”

Fang Mo smiled and smashed it out with a punch.

This punch, with some terrifying force, fell directly on the knee of the noble old man.

Click!

After a sound, the old man only felt that his knee was broken.

Meantime.

Fang Mo's arm fell down.

At this moment, Fang Mo's face was still calm, he didn't care at all, and even took the initiative to tear off the arm that had not been completely broken.

Like a demon god.

Looking at this guy, everyone present was shocked.

Even if it was a dead soldier, at this time, he felt that Fang Mo was not a human being.

"You!"

The old man was lame, although the swordsmanship could still be used, he was still shocked: "Aren't you afraid of death?"

As he spoke, he glanced at Fang Mo's broken arm.

"I have the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Method, and the rebirth of severed limbs is nothing more than ordinary!"

Fang Mo sneered.

Hiss!

While hearing this, fear appeared on the face of the noble old man.

He is not a dead man, and he will be afraid.

In the same way, even those dead soldiers had a little different thoughts in their hearts at this time.

Their various attacks, falling on each other, will not make the other party have a little idea at all.

Even, it can be said, he doesn't care at all.

Is this still a fart?

"I don't believe it!"

The noble old man suddenly raised his head, staring at Fang Mo with a pair of red eyes: "I don't believe that you will be reborn with a broken limb, even if you have just used it, I don't believe it either."

The killing moves in the world must be damaged, it is the rule, and it is the same, not to mention that it is just a small auxiliary technique in the Heavenly Demon City!"

He didn't believe it.

I really don't believe it.

Nor can it be believed.

If he believed it, then he would not dare to continue to rush forward at all.

It's too scary.

It's too scary, too.

If this were the case, the old man felt that he might have only one way to go.

That is, leave.

The farther you run, the better.

It's best not to be an enemy of Fang Mo in this life.

Such an enemy is terrible.