Mo Xiaohu pulled away from the stand, a trace of tiger roar suddenly rose, and a colorful tiger seemed to appear in front of everyone's eyes, roaring with his head up, extremely fierce!

Dacheng Tiger Fist!

Oh!

A ferocious roar sounded, and Brother Mao Zi's ears suddenly buzzed!

The other party is very powerful!

Brother Mao Zi stood firm, he gasped slightly, and blood dripped from the corners of his mouth and fell to the ground with a clatter. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Mo Xiaohu said: "When you first enter Huajin, you dare to fight with the peak of Huajin, and your courage is commendable!"

"There are no exercises, no tricks, just using the three indiscriminate martial arts, do you think you can kill me?"

Mo Xiaohu smiled: "The use of that qi is no different from that of a three-year-old child, are you really a martial artist?"

was mercilessly ridiculed by Mo Xiaohu, Brother Mao Zi's face was indifferent, and he still had no expression.

After so many years, he has long known that anger is useless, only the fledgling stunned youth will be provoked by the other party's words, and this level will not even shake his heart.

Instead of letting anger get carried away, it is better to face it calmly and find a breakthrough in it.

Brother Mao Zi looked at Mo Xiaohu coldly, he imagined himself as a machine, a machine that only knew how to kill.

Mo Xiaohu couldn't help but be a little surprised when he saw that the other party was unmoved, and secretly said that this person has a good heart, but a few words can't anger the other party, in Mo Xiaohu's opinion, it's just because he didn't get to the point.

Although Mo Xiaohu has never seen a dragon, the reverse scale is a forbidden area for everyone, every creature with the ability to think independently.

There are always some things that you don't want to be touched and judged by others.

Mo Xiaohu didn't know what the other party's reverse scales were, for the Tiger Clan, intrigue was obviously not what they should do, this kind of thing was more suitable for the cold Snake Clan.

The Tiger Clan believes in strength, Mo Xiaohu laughed, and the essence in his hand was condensed, imitating the strength of the human race.

This is a little benefit of the demon race, if it is a mortal face-to-face, there is absolutely no difference between the demon race and the human race, only the most humane monk can understand whether the other party is a demon or a human.

Because the cultivation breath is different, although they are both spiritual qi, the turbidity of the sky and the earth and the spiritual mist essence are different.

The power of the peak of the transformation of strength burst out from Mo Xiaohu's body, he is a demon race, and his physical body is stronger than the human race, and at this time, the real power is far above the peak of the transformation of strength in the same realm.

He crossed his hands, then suddenly folded his arms and punched straight out!

The roar of the tiger sounded again, and Brother Mao's pupils widened, and he was hit by that fist again in an instant!

Click!

The sound of bones shattering sounded, Brother Mao Zi coughed up blood, his body retreated, he covered his chest, which was obviously a little collapsed.

Behind, the middle-aged man's face was calm, but his eyes were getting darker and gloomy.

The strength of the other party exceeded his estimate, originally from the intelligence point of view, it was speculated that the other party should be the strength of dark energy, he pushed this level upwards to reach the strength of chemical strength, but he did not expect that it was still estimated to be low.

The opponent's strength is indeed unexpected, the tiger shape fist has become a fist intent, at such an age, he has actually practiced the essence of the shape and meaning fist to the realm of a grandmaster.

Fist intent grandmaster, this is more difficult than the realm of grandmasters, and even many grandmasters can't practice Dacheng fist intent, not to mention that with the young man in front of him, the strength is almost condensed into an entity, turning into a real tiger?

The middle-aged man didn't know that the guy in front of him was not a human at all, if a tiger demon's tiger-shaped fist couldn't play Dacheng, what was the difference between it and salted fish?!

It's not like imitating yourself, don't be a monster.

What's more, for so many years, the demon clan has been painting cats and tigers on the various kung fu of the human race, and the old demon above Cheng Dan does not dare to come out of the demon ruins, but the little demon can still come out.

The Qi Condensing Demon is equivalent to the Terran Qi Gathering Cultivator, and changing to the Martial Arts Realm is equivalent to the strength of the Transforming Strength.

Mo Xiaohu shouted angrily, and the fierce tiger tore through the air and slammed into Brother Mao Zi's fist!

The other party's arm bent in an instant, and then a dull clicking sound sounded, and Mao Zige's arm was instantly broken and twisted.

His face turned pale, Mo Xiaohu's punch had already broken all the bones of his left arm, and the opponent's strength was so fierce that it was like a real tiger.

Mo Xiaohu waved his wrist, and the fierce tiger slashed towards the opponent's lower abdomen!

The Tiger turns back!

Brother Mao Zi's lower abdomen was swept by Mo Xiaohu's punch, and his body was smashed out of the air, and he slammed into the door of a stall on the street, and the iron gate was suddenly smashed and deformed, almost shattering.

Brother Mao Zi slowly slipped down from the iron gate, and from beginning to end, he was in a state of being hanged.

The strength of the other party is not at the same level as his own, and the gap is too big.

Even if it became like this, Brother Mao Zi did not feel hopeless, because as long as he went back, someone above would naturally help him recover.

Even if the bone is broken.

He looked at Mo Xiaohu, the other party's strength was strong, but it also stopped there.

Fifteen minutes before six o'clock, he could no longer see the newborn sun.

Huang Mao's teeth were trembling, and the sweat on his forehead was dripping downward, and it was not an exaggeration to say that it was sweating like rain.

He never expected that the other party was such a powerful person, a great master at the peak of his strength, and the sound of the tiger's roar almost sounded in his ears, which made him extremely frightened.

"Click......"

His teeth opened and closed, he didn't know what to say, and finally he could only look at the middle-aged man who had been silent for help.

Big brother, if you can do it, he'll shoot quickly!

Huang Mao felt that his feet no longer belonged to him, and he roared wildly in his heart, wanting to make himself move, but unfortunately, his legs seemed to be rooted, just standing in place and shivering, and no movement could be done.

Mo Xiaohu looked at Huang Mao, who suddenly shook his whole body, and his teeth clicked.

"It's your turn. ”

Mo Xiaohu laughed, Huang Mao's pupils dilated in an instant, and then he saw the other party rushing directly towards him!

It's over!

His nervous eyes closed directly, and then he heard an extremely dull sound!

Huang Mao slowly opened his eyes and looked at his body, confused for a while.

Didn't get knocked off?

His mind suddenly cleared, and he quickly raised his head.

The middle-aged man slowly stretched out one finger and then withdrew it.

Mo Xiaohu's forehead was marked with blood, and a large amount of blood flowed out of it, staining half of his cheeks red.

His hand trembled slightly, and there was an extremely obvious bluish color on it.

Mo Xiaohu stared at the middle-aged man, and in an instant, this person began to move like a demon god.

"Gang..... Energetic!"