Meng Wenxuan has been a member of the Iron Mountain Hunters for more than 20 years.

He is an old subordinate who followed the head of the regiment Song Yurong at the beginning, in the past twenty years, from the royal realm to the current imperial realm triple, he has faced many strong people in the northern region, in addition to his own regiment leader, it is rare to meet opponents, in this northern region, it can be regarded as a great reputation.

As a first-class hunter group in Baibai City and even in the entire Northern Territory, the Iron Mountain Hunter Regiment naturally understands the importance of talents, so they are particularly attentive to collecting talents. He and Commander Song are not soft-hearted people, and sometimes when they encounter some difficult stubble, they will also use some extraordinary means, and there are even many subordinates in the regiment who are controlled by the regiment commander by special means.

This time, I heard that there was a young genius in Baibai City who was not more than twenty years old and had the peak cultivation of the King Realm, and the head of the regiment naturally would not miss it.

But Song Yurong has always been very cautious and will not make a move easily, and only after spending a lot of effort to confirm the talent and birth of this young man, and finding that there is no force behind him that cannot be provoked, he decided to make a move.

Mo Mingming was reluctant to join, and it was not out of Meng Wenxuan's expectations, and he didn't care if he was willing or not, as long as he was forcibly brought back to the regiment, the regiment commander would have a way to make him obey at that time.

Originally, he was just a little guy at the peak of the King Realm, and he didn't need to take action personally, there were many good players at this level in the group, just two of them, who knew that before he started, he heard that Ji Tianhua's team had hunted a silver-toothed sword tiger in the Emperor Realm. They suspected that Mo Mingzhi might have broken through the Imperial Realm, so they let themselves take action himself.

Sure enough, Mo Mingzhi had indeed broken through the Imperial Realm, but Meng Wenxuan didn't feel the slightest pressure, he was just a little guy who had just broken through the Imperial Realm, he was already a triple Emperor Realm, and he had experienced a hundred battles, so it was not easy to take down such a little guy.

However, at the moment when the two sides fought, Meng Wenxuan's complexion changed.

The young man's hands were empty, and his body could not treasure the blade, but he saw the starlight in his right hand flickering, and he blocked his flaming knife with his bare hands.

You must know that the Flame Knife is the best magic weapon, in his hands, the power is doubled, even if it is a powerhouse of the Emperor Realm Five, he does not dare to use his Flame Knife, this young man actually blocked it empty-handed.

"Maybe this kid has cultivated some special defensive supernatural ability. Meng Wenxuan thought so, and still had a trace of contempt in his heart, after all, the aura of the imperial realm on the young man's body was indeed real.

The next moment when he thought so, a young man named Mo Mingming turned his hand and grabbed his blade directly, and lightly spat out three words from his mouth.

"Crashing Star Rush!"

The next moment, dazzling starlight burst out from between the young man's palms, Meng Wenxuan only felt a tremendous force surging, and the violent waves of qi spread out along with the pressure of the mountain, rushing him upside down, and the flame knife in his hand almost flew out of his hand.

Boom! In the loud bang, Meng Wenxuan directly crashed into half of the house behind him, and fell into the ground.

"Click!"

In the pain, Meng Wenxuan heard a crisp cracking sound, he had a premonition, lying in the rocks, raised the flame knife in his hand and looked at it, only to see that the fiery red blade actually collapsed into a crack.

Meng Wenxuan's teeth suddenly cracked, and a wave of anger rose from the bottom of his heart like an evil dragon, as if to drown him.

This damn boy made himself so embarrassed and damaged his beloved magic weapon.

"Stinky boy, you me off, I won't kill you, but, I'll make you worse than ......" A low roar came from Meng Wenxuan's throat, but before he could finish speaking, he saw a flash of starlight, and a thin young figure suddenly appeared in front of him, he only felt that his eyes were dark, and his whole face was grabbed by a palm, and he smashed it to the ground.

Thundered!

Under the violent shaking, the surrounding rocks were directly swept away by the air waves that spread out, and the earth shook, with Meng Wenxuan's head as the center, the whole cracked, and the other people standing in the courtyard were panicked and unsteady on their feet.

"Wow!"

This smash was very heavy, Meng Wenxuan opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his cheek was still grasped by Mo Mingming.

But after all, he was a battle-hardened powerhouse in the Imperial Realm, and this smash only stimulated his ferocity.

"Bastard, let go!"

In the midst of the roar, the big knife swept the flames and slashed at the young man's arm, Meng Wenxuan was confident that as long as this knife was cut, he could cut off his arm entirely. As for what the regiment commander told him not to hurt him too badly before he came, he had already left it behind. Now he just wants to break this young man who damaged his magic weapon and made himself so embarrassed.

However, the imaginary touch of the blade cutting the human body did not appear, and his knife stopped halfway through, as if he was deeply trapped in the quagmire, unable to take a step forward.

It was Mo Mingzhi who held Meng Wenxuan with his right hand, and with his other hand, he grabbed the blade again.

Meng Wenxuan was furious and wanted to pull out the Flame Knife, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get rid of the young man's seemingly slender palm.

Mo Mingming grabbed Meng Wenxuan's head with one hand and the blade with the other, directly lifting him up.

His figure is thin, not too tall, and Meng Wenxuan, who is tall and tall, looks very weird, but no matter how hard Meng Wenxuan struggles, he can't get rid of it, and this picture is chilling in the eyes of the Iron Mountain Hunter Group in the courtyard.

Mo Mingzhi carried Meng Wenxuan, looked at the mess left and right, and finally looked at Meng Wenxuan again, and said lightly: "Master once said that the courtesy is still exchanged, and you have damaged our courtyard, so I should also repay it." ”

The next moment, he grabbed the left hand of the blade, and a little bright starlight suddenly appeared on it, as if it was a starry sky, reflected on his arm.

"Stargazing Hand. At the same time as Mo Mingzhi made a faint sound, the palm covered by the starry sky suddenly exerted force, only to hear a tooth-aching cracking sound, which sounded from the body of the knife, and the trace of cracks that had been punched out by the broken star before suddenly expanded into cracks all over the blade!

Meng Wenxuan's divine sense sensed this scene, and his soul immediately scattered.

"Don't!"

The next moment, the Flame Knife, the supreme magic weapon that had followed Meng Wenxuan for many years, suddenly turned into thousands of fragments and cracked.

At the same time, from the palm of his right hand that Mo Mingzhi grabbed Meng Wenxuan's face, the lines of the stars suddenly extended and opened, covering half of Meng Wenxuan's body in the blink of an eye, and he seemed to be draped in the entire starry sky, shining up and down his body.

The next moment, the stars burst out together, accompanied by Meng Wenxuan's heart-rending scream, his struggle stopped, his whole body hung down softly, shaking weakly, and the whole person lost his breath.

For a while, the entire courtyard was silent.

Gong Lianggong and the others from the Iron Mountain Hunter Group stared, looking at Meng Wenxuan in Mo Mingzhi's hand in disbelief, speechless. In the end, it is not known who screamed.

"The deputy head is dead!!

This scream broke the silence, as if a honeycomb had exploded, and everyone in the Iron Mountain Hunter Regiment retreated one after another, looking at Mo Mingzhi in the house like looking at the king of Hades, their faces were pale and trembling.

Mo Mingming shook his head, waved his hand, and threw Meng Wenxuan out.

Meng Wenxuan's body flew out of the house like a rag doll, and no one in the Iron Mountain Hunter Group dared to go up to pick it up, allowing his body to fall to the ground with a muffled sound.

"He's not dead, he's just fainted. ”

Mo Mingming's voice rang out: "You broke my yard, and I broke his knife and half of his bones. ”

Everyone in the Iron Mountain Hunter Group looked at each other, and they all felt a chill behind them, but in the end, Gong Lianggong plucked up his courage and walked to Meng Wenxuan's side and leaned down to test his snort, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Not dead!"

Everyone also breathed a sigh of relief, but they immediately lifted it up, because Mo Mingming had already walked out.

Mo Mingzhi walked out of the door that no longer existed, and glanced at everyone in the Iron Mountain Hunter Group faintly.

"Why, do you want me to send you out?"

Everyone woke up like a dream, and rushed to flee outside, almost forgetting to bring Meng Wenxuan on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the people of the Iron Mountain Hunters had fled cleanly, and peace had regained in the courtyard.

(End of chapter)

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