The second master died, and he had no power to resist, and he didn't react to what was going on until he died. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"You...... What kind of tricks have you used!" The third master of the big boss Fei was frightened and asked in a trembling voice.

Mo Xuan didn't answer, and slowly withdrew the silver dragon snow spear, and under the moonlight, the blood on the spear was shocking.

Mo Xuan faced Yinyue and turned his back to Fei Sanye, with a domineering spirit that gave up on me.

"Next, it's your turn!" After a while, Mo Xuan said lightly, a chill swept up in the depths of his eyes, which was amazing.

"Boom!"

As soon as the words fell, he leaned back and flew upside down, and stabbed at Fei Sanye, right at his throat, sharp and decisive.

Fei Sanye was injured in one eye, his heart was cold at the moment, he swallowed and spat in his throat, and then quickly retreated, and slapped out with one palm, slapped the head of the gun, and changed its trajectory.

"I'm not that easy to deal with!" said Fei Sanye violently, his other palm jamming the head of the gun.

"Let me go!" Fei Sanye shouted angrily, his palm was like an iron tong jamming the head of the spear, and the other hand held the body of the spear after returning to his strength, and his palms were all together, trying to take Mo Xuan's silver dragon snow spear.

In his opinion, without this "sharp weapon" protection, Mo Xuan would be much easier to deal with, and with his physical body, Mo Xuan would not be able to fight with his palms.

However, Mo Xuan's reaction was greatly unexpected and caught him off guard.

I saw that Mo Xuan not only did not resist, but let go of his hand and let go of the silver dragon snow spear, which made Fei Sanye feel like a punch on the cotton, and he was so uncomfortable that he was going to die.

He had accumulated so much strength, who knew but it was useless, Mo Xuan didn't resist at all, this practice made him angry, and immediately a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Boom ......"

And Mo Xuan also seized the opportunity at this time, and when Fei Sanye's strength was disappointed and suffered a backlash, he punched out and blasted into Fei Sanye's abdomen.

Fei Sanye was furious, but he just exploded with all his strength, and his strength was lost, not only was he uncomfortable at the moment, but he also had no time to dodge and react, so he could only watch Mo Xuan punch fall on his abdomen.

"Poof......

The dazzling blood exploded, and the abdomen of the third master of Fei was not as powerful as his palms, and he was directly dented by Mo Xuan, his internal organs were a little broken, and the blood in his mouth was gushing, which was extremely terrifying.

He flew upside down and slid hundreds of meters on the ground, leaving blood marks a hundred meters away.

After seeing the battle situation clearly, all the soldiers were extremely excited, their spirit and morale were shocked, and those bandits were also cold.

Even the big bosses have ended up like this, so what about them?

For a while, many people had the intention of surrendering, and many people had the idea of escaping, in short, they had no desire to fight.

This is the difference between these bandits and elite soldiers, and psychology and spirit are not at the same level at all.

"I don't believe it...... You are young, you can't be so strong!" After falling to the ground, Fei Sanye used his Xuan Force to forcibly stop the injury, and then gritted his teeth.

Also in the Soul Realm, Mo Xuan's strength was really beyond his expectations, terrifyingly strong.

"Just bandits, they are trying to compare themselves to me!" Mo Xuan said mercilessly, picking up the silver dragon snow spear from the ground and walking slowly, like a grim reaper.

"Hugh is arrogant, and if you talk big things before you win or lose, there will definitely be no good end!" said Fei Sanye fiercely.

"Whirring ......"

Then, the hurricane set off, and the palms of the third master of Fei were filled with mysteries, and a military talisman appeared, which was the power of the art of war!

Art...... Sharpen iron like clay!

The third master of Fei performed the only art of war he knew, which was quite out of the way, but it was very tricky and difficult to deal with.

Sharpening iron like clay can make the monk's palms as sharp as a divine weapon, and the opponent can be disemboweled with a slight stroke, which is extremely terrifying and impossible to prevent.

If this art of war is applied to weapons, it can make the power of weapons greatly increased, and it is a very good art of war.

Fei Sanye's own palms are terrifying enough, containing the power of "sharp weapons", and at this moment, combined with the art of war, "sharpening iron like clay", the combat power is not as simple as one plus one, it is enough to threaten Mo Xuan.

"Rumble ......"

Mo Xuan was fearless, he raised his spear and stabbed it, like thunder, and the sound shook the earth in all directions.

"When ......"

The sparks were dazzling, and the third master of Fei slammed the clouds in all directions, and the silver dragon snow spear was bent open, and the rolling palm knife qi broke through the air, slashing towards Mo Xuan, extremely powerful, like silver silk threads.

Mo Xuan hurriedly turned sideways, and then his cheeks ached, and he felt that the silk was cut off, and several wounds were cut on his cheeks.

At that moment, Mo Xuan was shocked in his heart, after this art of war, Fei Sanye's palm knife was too terrifying, far from being comparable to before!

"Nourishing ......"

A tooth-souring sound sounded, Fei Sanye held the body of the gun in his hands, rubbed it directly, and came to Mo Xuan in a blink of an eye, the friction between his palm and the gun was extremely harsh.

"Buzz ......"

The astonishing sharpness came, Mo Xuan hurriedly dodged, a backflip wanted to open the distance, that Fei San Ye followed like a shadow, the palm knife ghost, cut towards Mo Xuan Tesuji!

"Poof......

Mo Xuan clenched his fist and slammed it over, colliding with the palm knife, shocking the third master of Fei, but his arm was still cut out of a huge bloody hole, bloody, and the bones were visible.

Mo Xuan couldn't help frowning, although this Fei Sanye's attack was simple, the palm knife was too sharp, and with his current body, he couldn't withstand this attack.

Unless he uses the Silver Dragon Snow Spear to contend with it, the Third Master of Kefei is very insidious and will not give Mo Xuan a chance to collide with the Silver Dragon Snow Spear from a distance.

"I'll see how many times you can flash!" Seeing that Mo Xuan was injured, Fei Sanye's confidence increased greatly, and he smiled fiercely.

"Rumble ......"

Mo Xuan didn't say a word, he clenched his fists and rushed over, his fist was like a comet, his qi and blood and Xuan power were all steaming, and his eyes flashed, and he used the art of war "Nan Ke A Dream"!

For a while, Fei Sanye's face was stunned, his eyes were stunned, he fell into an illusion, and the whole person was stunned in place.

However, after all, he had been practicing for many years, and his Xuan Soul was strong enough, so he quickly came back to his senses.

After he could see the vision clearly, Mo Xuan had already come closer, and the scorching scorching light on the fist stinged his remaining eye.

"Bang ......"

Fei Sanye's complexion changed drastically, and he wanted to dodge, but it was too late, so he could only resist with his shoulder, and he was immediately beaten to vomit blood, and his shoulder collapsed directly.

"Poof......

However, he was also resolute, he didn't want to be injured in vain, he fought hard to hurt himself, and he also stretched out his palm to cut at Mo Xuan, pulling out a large bloody mouth in his abdomen, from his waist to his chest, and almost reached his throat, dangerous and dangerous.

Mo Xuan didn't expect this Third Master Fei to be so ruthless, and under the injury, his eyes immediately turned red.

"Roaring ......"

The palm that slapped on Fei Sanye's shoulder suddenly clenched, and the huge force exploded, Mo Xuan pinched and exploded Fei Sanye's shoulder like a watermelon, and blood and broken bones were sprinkled all over the ground.

Then he staggered back, covering his abdomen with one palm, stopping the bleeding with mystical power.

Fei Sanye's face was pale in pain, the blue tendons on his forehead were bursting up, his body trembled violently, and he was shaking, and it took a long time to stabilize.

"The second master was defeated by your strange art of war, you are too insidious. Third Master Fei gritted his teeth and said, with a palpitating look on his face.

The "Nan Ke Dream Show" displayed by Mo Xuan made him feel like he was falling into hell, and he was afraid in retrospect, this kind of art of war was really unguardable, far superior to his "sharpening iron like clay"!

Mo Xuan's face was a little pale, this was a reflection of excessive blood loss, but fortunately, he was in good health, there was no major problem, and he was quickly recovering from his injuries.

Staring at Third Master Fei, Mo Xuan frowned slightly.

Fang just struck a blow, in his opinion, it was nirvana, who knew that the strength of Fei Sanye's Xuan Soul was unexpected, causing him to fail to shoot, but it was only an injury, not a kill.

This kind of method, if you think about it again, it will be difficult, because Fei Sanye has already taken precautions.

"This time, kill you!" Mo Xuan was silent for a moment, and said abruptly, the killing intent was amazing.

"Boom ......"

He struck again, his big palm steaming with a strong and intense light, and he struck horizontally, rolling the clouds in all directions, and a large amount of snow on the ground flew up, filling the void in all directions.

"Whirring ......"

With the snow, Mo Xuan slapped it over, although his body was injured, but this blow was still terrifying enough.

Fei Sanye's eyes were crazy, and there was a hysterical will that either you die or I die.

"Qiang ......"

He rubbed his palms against each other, sparks flew everywhere, and then slashed at Mo Xuan with his palm blade.

Mo Xuan didn't dodge or dodge, he slapped it on it, and immediately blood burst out, all five fingers were split, and the palm knife was directly slashed on his five phalanges.

When the severe pain came, Mo Xuan didn't frown, stretched his finger bones, and grabbed the palm of Fei Sanye's hand.

"Bah......"

Then Mo Xuan shouted violently, five finger power, terrifying qi and blood burst out, and the majestic qi and blood rushed in the veins like the water of a river, and the huge force descended, directly holding the palm of the third master of Fei twisted.

"Ah......h

The facial features on Fei Sanye's face were squeezed together in an instant, and he felt that his palms were pinched and deformed like metal, which made him feel terrified at the same time.

These palms, but his life, if he is abolished, what will he do?

His palms are extremely sharp, but the degree of tenacity is not strong, Mo Xuan judged this, so he used this way to abolish Fei Sanye with injuries.

As soon as Fei Sanye's hands are wasted, they are really wasted, but Mo Xuan is different, he relies on more than just his hands.

Looking at Fei Sanye with a distorted face with cold eyes, Mo Xuan's palm was also bleeding.

He is equivalent to using his palm to pinch a "sharp weapon", even if the grade of this "sharp weapon" is not high, but it also made him pay a heavy price, the palm is equal to half waste, and the bones have been cut out of many cracks.

However, Mo Xuan had already been mentally prepared, so his face did not change, and he went straight to the other hand and killed it, and then abolished the other hand of the third master Fei.

At this point, the third master of Fei was abolished with both palms, and finally he was frightened and frightened.

He was afraid, he was afraid that he would follow in the footsteps of the second master and Ma Laosan, and he would also die here.

"Help, my lords, come out and help!" Frightened, Fei Sanye retreated in embarrassment, and at the same time roared wildly, as if he was calling to others.

With his frightened roar, a small altar imprint appeared on his brow, shining brightly.