Mo Fei staggered back a step, took a few breaths, and looked up coldly: "Hate or not, that's your business." But because of you, the entire town is infected with the plague, not to mention that it has nothing to do with you. Aren't these inhabitants innocent? They should die because of you?"

The burly man grinned: "Haha, yes, the plague poison here was left by that guy in Songshan before he died, and the residents of the town are indeed innocent suffering, but so what? If it weren't for Zhou Yan's guy chasing and killing too tightly and not giving us the slightest way to live, how would we have done this? All of this is your own fault, these residents are innocent and died in vain, it is all Zhou Yan's responsibility, what do we have to do?"

The tragic scene of the townspeople suffering from the plague and dying flashed in his mind, Mo Fei's face turned pale, and he gritted his teeth and scolded angrily: "You, shameless!"

He clenched his fists, took a deep breath, gathered all the anger and sullenness in his heart, and a large amount of spiritual power surged out of the Nine Palaces symbol in the center of his eyebrows.

"Fu Wu - the power of the sky, the middle section, the power of an elephant!"

The burly man was admiring the angry expression of the young rune master in front of him, and he also saw all the killing moves prepared by the young rune master, but he didn't take it to heart.

But with this punch, especially the faint roar of the beast, the burly man's playful expression instantly stiffened on his face, and a pair of eyes suddenly widened, all of which were full of disbelief.

This move hasn't been shot yet, but looking at this posture, momentum, and the faint roar of the beast when the fist is gaining momentum, where is it still a little like an ordinary person, this is clearly the precursor of the imminent outbreak of the top boxing master.

The punch was so fast that the burly man didn't care at first, and when he realized that something was wrong, it was too late to dodge.

He only saw that the young rune master had finished gathering momentum, and then raised his head and looked at him, and then a figure appeared in front of him like lightning, and the terrifying power hit his chest accurately.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, the burly man's eyes widened, he looked down at his sunken chest, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

But in an instant, he suddenly raised his head and roared angrily, and his whole body suddenly burst out with an astonishing momentum, compared to the movements of the few shots just now, it was almost like two people before and after.

There is no doubt that as a powerhouse of the Ancient God Empire that infiltrated the territory of the alliance country, the burly man was completely playing tricks just now, and it was not until this moment that he burst out of his true strength.

Mo Fei hit the burly man's chest with a punch, at the beginning he clearly felt the strength of Fu Wu's strength, it was simply overwhelming, no matter how the burly man resisted, this punch directly broke his sternum.

However, with the outbreak of this astonishing momentum, Mo Fei was shocked to find that the fist that was still like a bamboo just now seemed to suddenly hit the steel plate, and the momentum was greatly reduced.

Wave after wave of unevenness, and then, he was shocked: "This feeling, it's terrible! Fu Wu's strength has actually begun to weaken." ”

Theoretically, as long as the spiritual power continues, Fu Wu can continue to be used forever. But in fact, there is another premise here, that is, the body must be able to hold on.

The punch that Mo Fei just used was the power of the middle stage of the Fu force, with his current physical condition, it would be good to be able to barely use it, and if he added spiritual power to it, his body would definitely not be able to hold it. And the spiritual power that had been gathered before was all consumed in the blink of an eye.

Finally, the power of the Fu Wu on the right fist completely disappeared.

The burly man gasped, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and glared at Mo Fei with fierce eyes: "Good boy, I underestimated you, and I was able to force me to do my best." But, hehe, looks like that's all there is to you. And I've had enough, it's time to take your life. ”

Mo Fei's face was pale, and he couldn't see any blood, and his right fist was still pressed against the burly man's sunken chest.

It's not that he doesn't want to give up the attack yet, it's that he doesn't even have the strength to withdraw his fist now, and his entire right arm is completely unconscious.

Not only that, he barely exerted the power of a powerful elephant, but he was just oppressed by the momentum of the burly man at close range, and now he is even a little blurred in consciousness.

"No, I can't fall yet!"

Biting the tip of his tongue hard, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, the tingling sensation made him barely sober up.

Staring at the burly man with a hideous face in front of him, he secretly gritted his teeth: "The power of the middle stage of the elephant is the strongest attack I can use at present, since one time is not enough, then do it again!"

At the same time that the burly man had a hideous face and slapped Mo Fei with a slap, Mo Fei ignored life and death, and his intact left hand suddenly clenched his fist: "Fu Wu - the power of the sky, the power of an elephant in the middle!"

Click!

The sound of stone shattering suddenly sounded, and the burly man's already sunken chest position was once again close to the left fist, and several cracks appeared around his chest.

"What is this?"

Mo Fei's eyes widened, staring in disbelief at the crack around the burly man's chest: "It's obviously flesh and blood, how can it suddenly become like a stone?"

Before he could see it clearly, the slap on his head finally fell.

Bang!

Mo Fei's breath stagnated, this slap was like a red-hot iron tong that had just been taken out of the stove, the guardian spirit pattern was broken in an instant, and the sharp pain like burning in his chest made him can't help but scream, and the whole person flew out upside down with this slap.

The burly man was not happy, he originally wanted to directly slap the young rune master's head into pulp, but his chest once again stiffened this punch, and while the cracks gradually expanded, this slap not only shifted a lot, but also the strength was less than one-tenth of the original.

The punch and a slap fell one after another, and the two of them were injured almost at the same time and flew out.

Twice in a row, he barely exerted the power of the middle stage of the Fu force to the sky, and Mo Fei fell to the ground, only feeling that there was no pain in his whole body, especially the two arms, and he almost didn't feel it at all.

Falling to the ground weakly, he slowly calmed down: "The strength of the two mid-section elephants, the body has far exceeded the limit, I tried my best." However, that guy must not have felt good either. and Brother Zhao Quan, they should also go away. ”

His original purpose was to desperately drag down the strong enemy and buy more time for Zhao Quan and the four of them to escape.

And at present, he can be said to have fought with the burly man to lose both, and the result is much better than expected, even if he really can't escape death this time, he has no regrets in his heart.

"Ahem! Damn boy. ”

The coughing voice suddenly sounded, and Mo Fei's face changed suddenly, and he turned his head to look in the direction where the voice came from.

But a hundred paces away, the burly man panted and struggled to stand up, and the cracks near the depression in his chest were all gone, replaced by blood from head to toe.