With Chen Zhong's grasp, a strong spiritual pressure rushed to his face, Fang Mo's expression was shocked, he found that under this spiritual pressure, he couldn't avoid this grasp. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Chen Zhong sneered, with his realm of the fourth layer of condensation, dealing with the waste of the second layer of condensation was simply a knife to kill chickens, looking at the fear on Fang Mo's face at this moment, he was quite comfortable in his heart, he even expected that Fang Mo would kneel on the ground and beg for mercy in the next moment.

At this moment, the horror on Fang Mo's face instantly dissipated, revealing a touch of ruthlessness, and his right hand suddenly punched out, and in just an instant, a ball of flame wrapped his fist and hit Chen Zhong's palm.

Although the Fireball Technique was a low-level spell, it had already been cast by Fang Mo to the point where it didn't need to be pinched and chanted, but as soon as his mind moved, the flames immediately rose up.

"What?" Chen Zhong's complexion changed, it was too late to stop at this time, with a crisp sound of "pop", his fists and claws intersected, and the flames on Fang Mo's fist instantly wrapped around Chen Zhong's palm.

After a punch, Fang Mo turned around and ran, he knew that even if the fireball technique touched the opponent's palm, the gap between each other's cultivation was too big, and it was probably difficult to kill the opponent, just to be able to block it for a moment.

"Ahh Chen Zhong screamed, retreated again and again, his internal cultivation was running, and he shook his hand again and again, and finally extinguished the flame on his hand, only to see that half of his sleeves were burned, and his right hand was scorched black, and the pain was unbearable.

Chen Zhong gritted his teeth, patted the storage bag, took out a small bottle, poured out a pill and swallowed it, and looked at Fang Mo who was running away, with an undisguised strong murderous intent in his eyes. Please Baidu black-rock + pavilion is our greatest support, thank you!

"A few months ago, he was a useless waste, but now he has stepped into the second layer of condensation and used the fireball technique to such an extent, he must have a secret on him!" Although Chen Zhong's right hand couldn't move, he looked greedy, and quickly chased after Fang Mo.

At the same time, Chen Zhong released the spiritual pressure with all his strength, instantly enveloping Fang Mo, who was running wildly in front of him, the latter's face changed greatly, and his speed slowed down involuntarily, and he was about to be caught up by Chen Zhong.

"Haha! Little bastard, can't you run? The feng shui here is good, and you should have no regrets when you are buried here!" Chen Zhong laughed fiercely, slapped the storage bag, and suddenly a small blue sword appeared, flying straight towards Fang Mo's heart at an extremely fast speed.

Fang Mo looked back, his face was pale, and he didn't hesitate to throw out a fireball technique and smash it on the small blue sword.

With a bang, the fireball dissipated, and the little blue sword only shook in mid-air for a moment, and the spiritual light on it dimmed for a minute, and then flew towards Fang Mo again.

Seeing that the little sword was about to approach, Fang Mo gritted his teeth fiercely, his hands moved together, and he swung towards the blue little sword again and again, small fireballs flew out of his hands, and in the blink of an eye, Fang Mo had already produced ten small fireballs in a row.

"This is ......" Chen Zhong was dumbfounded, he had never seen anyone who could use the Fireball Technique to such an extent, although the Fireball Technique was not very powerful, but it could not withstand such a dense amount.

Seeing that the little blue sword was hit by the remaining ten fireballs, it fell directly from mid-air and turned into charcoal.

"Actually ruined my magic weapon, I want you to die a good death!" Chen Zhong was so angry that he jumped to his feet, slapped the storage bag again, took out a flying sword and a small knife, and attacked Fang Mo, controlling the two magic weapons at the same time, which was quite powerful for him, but he gritted his teeth fiercely, and a black stone flew out of the storage bag, followed by the flying sword and the flying knife, and smashed towards Fang Mo.

"I have the magic weapon, I want to see how many fireball spells you can perform!" Chen Zhong's face was grim, and he had the posture of not giving up if he didn't kill Fang Mo.

Fang Mo's face was solemn, the previous ten fireball techniques had already consumed half of his condensation, and at this time, seeing the small sword, flying knife, and stone flying towards him at the same time, he had no other choice but to continue to cast the fireball technique and crash into the three magic weapons at the same time.

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A series of muffled sounds came out, although the three magic weapons were blocked in mid-air, but if they wanted to abolish them, their aura was definitely not enough, suddenly, Fang Mo set his eyes on Chen Zhong's body, only to see that the other party's eyes were bloodshot, and his forehead was densely covered with sweat, which was quite laborious.

Sensing Fang Mo's gaze, Chen Zhong sighed in his heart, faintly feeling a bad premonition.

Fang Mo snorted coldly, and continuously released the fireball technique, while blocking the attack of the magic weapon, he gritted his teeth and threw a fireball towards Chen Zhong, the latter's face changed slightly, and he suddenly turned sideways, narrowly dodging the past.

"Come back!" Fang Mo's face froze, his left hand turned into a claw, he opened his mouth suddenly, and the exorcism technique was cast, and the small fireball that had already flown over suddenly suddenly reflected back and slammed into Chen Zhong's body in horror.

With a bang, as soon as the flames touched Chen Zhong's body, they spread, he screamed and threw himself again and again, and his internal cultivation was running, wanting to extinguish the fire.

But with this distraction, the flying swords, knives, and stones that attacked Fang Mo were suddenly uncontrollable, and they immediately fell to the ground, their aura dimmed, and they were burned by the fireball in an instant.

Fang Mo breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes turned, seeing that the flames on Chen Zhong's body were about to be extinguished, he immediately cheered up, his internal cultivation was running, and once again a fireball was thrown out from his palm, and flew towards Chen Zhong's face in the blink of an eye.

At this time, Chen Zhong happened to extinguish the flames on his body, his face was full of embarrassment, seeing that the fireball was approaching, it was too late to dodge, and his face was pale and bloodless for a while.

Just when the fireball was about to hit Chen Zhong's face, Fang Mo's eyes showed unbearability, his right hand grabbed it, and at that moment, the fireball suddenly paused three inches in front of Chen Zhong's eyes.

"Senior Brother Chen, all this is a misunderstanding, you and I are all in the same family, why bother fighting and killing, it's better to stop here, you think it's okay?" Fang Mo's heart was beating wildly, this was the first time he had fought with someone since he was a person, seeing that the other party was about to be killed by his fireball technique, he couldn't bear it, he hesitated at the moment, hoping that Chen Zhong would retreat from the difficulty.

"Little bastard, you're dead! I'm going to have you dismantled to eight pieces to vent my hatred!" Chen Zhong's eyes were cracking, he couldn't bear that he was defeated by a second-layer waste man, and at this moment he shouted: "Senior Brother Li, what are you waiting for, why don't you do it quickly?"

"Anyone else?"

Fang Mo's face changed, and at this moment, a figure rushed from the grass, and came behind Fang Mo in the blink of an eye, the latter turned back suddenly, only to see a palm appear in front of him, slapping his chest fiercely.

With a bang, Fang Mo was directly hit by this palm and flew out, and after landing on the ground, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of "wow" spurted blood, looking at the person who suddenly appeared, it was another yellow-clothed disciple who beat him with Chen Zhong a few months ago.

"Huh, I didn't die after being slapped by me, but I also have some skills. The man chuckled, walked towards Fang Mo, and said with a sneer: "Remember my name, my name is Li Jianlin, so that I can be a ghost." ”