When Mo Li dragged Zhou Chengsheng, who was like a dead dog, out, the battle outside was in a white-hot state.

One side is headed by Ji Xiayang, the captain of Wang Lao's personal guards, and the other side is headed by the famous demon marshal Wu Ming.

The entire street was turned into a battlefield, full of potholes, and from time to time there was a surge of spiritual energy that exploded, stirring up countless fragments of rubble, and the momentum could be heard clearly by most of the city.

"Tsk, are you planning to demolish in the middle of the night?

Mo Li pulled Zhou Chengsheng's back collar, threw him aside, and looked up at Wu Ming on the roof of the building in front.

When the two sides saw Mo Li come out, the movements in their hands stopped abruptly, and they were divided into two groups, tense and dignified.

"Be careful, there are two brushes on the opposite side. ”

Ji Xiayang came to Mo Li's side, wiped the blood from his mouth, and looked at Wu Ming with a face full of fear.

The methods of the pro-guard have been exhausted, whether it is the spiritual net that hunts and kills the cultivators of the Demon Dao, or the special device that suppresses the cultivation, all of them have been completely destroyed by Wu Ming's people.

In addition to these equipment, the pro-guard team competed with Wu Ming and others for pure cultivation, and they couldn't gain the upper hand at all, and they were even faintly suppressed by the other party, and they lost inexplicably.

This made Ji Xiayang feel depressed, and at the same time, his eyes were full of hostility when he looked at Wu Ming.

Wu Ming glanced at Zhou Chengsheng quietly, looked down at Mo Li, and said with a contemptuous smile: "You are the genius who killed Zhang Xinyue?" ”

"Damn, what kind of eyes do you have? Lao Tzu is so handsome, you don't see that eye? Are you blind?"

Mo Li pretended to exaggerate and said, his face was incredulous, and Wu Ming's hands trembled with anger.

"Bold! Dare to talk nonsense to Lord Demon Shuai, I don't think you want a tongue!"

A disciple beside Wu Ming opened his eyes and glared angrily, pointing at Mo Li and shouting loudly, while his right hand with dark red silk gloves stretched out one by one, and a desperate needle as thin as a cow's hair appeared in his hand, throwing a flashing lightning towards Mo Li's face, the means were abrupt and unexpected.

"Forehead ......"

Mo Li screamed, and he was about to lie down when he raised his head.

Wu Ming laughed when he saw this, patted the disciples around him appreciatively, and said disdainfully: "What kind of character am I when you are, I didn't expect a waste, and I dare to make a big statement here!"

Ji Xiayang didn't expect Mo Li to be tricked, and hurriedly helped Mo Li to investigate his injuries, but he didn't want Mo Li to stand up, his mouth spit lightly, and a ball of white shot straight towards Wu Ming.

Wu Ming reacted quickly, and while his head was dodging, his right hand stretched out to block the white light with the gauntlet on his arm.

"Hmph, no wonder I was able to kill Zhang Xinyue, and sure enough, there were two three-legged cat kung fu. ”

Wu Ming gently lowered his armour, and his eyes became cold when he looked at Mo Li.

The secret weapon raid on both sides suddenly opened the eyes of a group of people, and the strength of the two people was impressive to be able to see such a hidden weapon under the rain and react quickly.

It's just that Mo Li uses his mouth to catch the hidden weapon, but Wu Ming uses his gauntlet to connect the hidden weapon, in contrast, the famous magic handsome is not as good as a nobody on the other side, which makes Wu Ming embarrassed.

Ji Xiayang's eyes gradually became solemn, but he didn't expect that the middle-aged man opposite who was not good-looking was actually Wu Ming, the demon marshal who shook the north and south, which made Ji Xiayang seem to be weighing on a thousand catties of burden, and his heart became foggy.

Mo Li noticed the sinking of his momentum, his heart moved, he looked at Wu Ming with a smile, and said, "Demon Marshal Wu Ming? Just now I said that you have a problem with your eyes, but you still don't believe it!

Wu Ming's face changed, and he raised his armgear to take a look, only to see that there was a mouthful of sticky phlegm on the blood-red delicately patterned armband, and the rain was isolated by him, so he naturally couldn't get on his body, and the saliva on the armgear didn't even move, which was really a bit ironic.

"Junior!

Wu Ming was completely angry, he didn't even care about Zhou Chengsheng's life, the strength under his feet swirled, countless fine lines cracked, Wu Ming went directly down from the tall building, and went straight downstairs to Mo Li!

Mo Li pulled a smile at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were extremely dignified, Wu Ming was an old powerhouse at the peak of the Jiedan, compared to the ancestor of the Chen family, he was only strong and not weak, not to mention that there was a Chen Taiyun secretly spying in the dark, Mo Li couldn't let go, and at this time, facing Wu Ming, he had to get up and swim as far as possible.

Wu Ming shot out angrily, mercilessly, the armours on his left and right hands were sandwiched with scarlet blood, and every time he shot, he pointed directly at Mo Li's vital point, and the strong wind pressure blew Mo Li's face hurt, and fire gradually rose in his heart.

"Old bastard, with a bloody shadow armor, is he really invincible?"

Mo Li dodged Wu Ming's fatal blow, and while passing by Wu Ming, he gritted his teeth in Wu Ming's ear and said.

Wu Ming's pupils shrank, the blood shadow armor was a magic armor created by him himself, which had the effect of suppressing the operation of the aura and injuring the opponent's primordial spirit, today was the first time he used it, but he didn't expect to be broken by Mo Lidao, how could he not let him lose his mind?

"How do you know? Could it be ......?"

Wu Ming asked in surprise, and suddenly changed his words halfway through the question, looking at Mo Li, who seemed to be smiling, and said, "Damn, as long as I catch you, no one will know about it!"

After fighting with Ji Xiayang before, they had already suffered a loss, which meant that Ji Xiayang didn't know the effect of the Blood Shadow Armor, thinking that he was almost deceived by Mo Li, Wu Ming couldn't wait to break Mo Li's body into pieces.

"Wow, old Zamao, suddenly made such a ruthless hand? What did you just want to say?

Mo Li didn't have a door in his mouth, while dodging the attack, his mouth cannon angered Wu Ming, the more angry the other party, the happier Mo Li became.

Mo Li and Wu Ming were entangled over there, and Wu Ming couldn't take Mo Li, who was as slippery as a loach, for a while, so he had to signal his disciple to do it and deal with Zhou Chengsheng first.

"Brothers, let's go!"

Wu Ming brought eight Demon Dao disciples, all of whom were early stage cultivators, and Ji Xiayang's side, including himself, only had six strong people in the early stage of the Dan, although Ji Xiayang could fight two early stage powerhouses in the middle of the Dan, but they could be converted to each other, and there was still an idle person in the Demon Dao!

It was this person who took Zhou Chengsheng, who was unconscious on the ground, and the speed made everyone dizzy.

"Rub, if you let you save him in front of me, wouldn't I be very shameless?"

Mo Li muttered in his mouth, carried the Dragon You Nine Heavens Change, disappeared in place in an instant, and punched the disciple.

That person didn't react at all, or no one present could see Mo Li's figure, including the demon handsome Wu Ming!

I saw Mo Li's punch hit the man's chest, the man flew into the air, retreated more than ten meters away, and suddenly burst open, turning into a cloud of blood mist and being washed away by the pouring rain, washing away the best trace of the man left in the world.

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