Zhou Mo's serpent-like gaze swept past Yang Qian, and a strange and cold smile set off at the corner of his mouth. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Looks like this kid can't hold on anymore." Zhou Mo muttered in his heart.

He himself is a fourfold cultivator of martial arts, but he has always hidden it deeply, and there are not many people who know the depth of his cultivation.

On the contrary, many people mistakenly think that he is a waste wood on the way to martial arts.

His gaze turned cold, and Zhou Mo's body moved like an arrow, and he quickly swept in the direction where Yang Qian was.

For the first time, he showed his true cultivation.

He wanted to fight quickly and kill Yang Qian with one blow.

It can't be dragged on, and after a long time, there may be another accident.

He didn't want the divine bone in his hand to disappear.

A trace of ruthlessness flashed on Zhou Mo's face, and he shot in front of Yang Qian in the blink of an eye.

At this time, Yang Qian, because his injuries were too serious, it was impossible to completely avoid them. In order to completely kill the murderous monk before, Yang Qian continuously cast time and space imprisonment, Douzhuan Xingjiao and Baguazhang, and the spiritual power in his body was almost exhausted.

These three martial arts, the consumption of spiritual power, can be described as ferocious.

At this critical moment, life and death are only in the blink of an eye!

Yang Qian's mind was racing, his expression changed, and finally he seemed to have finally made up his mind.

Zhou Mo's huge fist blasted directly at Yang Qian's head, and it was obvious that he wanted to kill him with one blow.

Because this punch almost contained 100% of Zhou Mo's strength, if it hit Yang Qian's head, Yang Qian's head would probably be shattered like a watermelon that had been hit hard!

However, at this moment, Yang Qian did not dodge or dodge, he was surprisingly calm at this moment, as if the punch was not aimed at him.

Letting the swift and fierce fist wind continue to approach, Yang Qian's expression was cold and solemn, and the ancient well was unwavering.

Just as the ferocious fist wind tore at Yang Qian's cheeks and became painful, Yang Qian's eyes flashing with purple intent suddenly raised and looked at Zhou Mo.

Bang!

Yang Qian's palm appeared almost instantly, and he wrapped the punch that came from him.

The huge vibration of the fist force made Yang Qian take two steps back, and the hot blood in his chest surged again, spurting out a mouthful of blood again.

The injury worsened again.

In this way, Zhou Mo's fist suddenly stopped, and it was difficult to move forward in the slightest.

The soles of Yang Qian's feet were firmly nailed to the ground, stabilizing his body. With a cold snort, all the spiritual power left in his body poured towards the moon spirit at the center of his eyebrows.

A faint halo appeared shallow at the center of Yang Qian's eyebrows, getting brighter and brighter. The last round of the half-moon was reflected in the heart of Yang Qian's eyebrows, and its brilliance was breathtaking.

"What's that?" Seeing the strange phenomenon at the center of Yang Qian's eyebrows, Zhou Mo couldn't help frowning.

An ominous premonition made him uneasy.

Just when Zhou Mo was still immersed in that uneasiness, suddenly a terrifying aura came through Yang Qian's palm that wrapped his fist.

Then, an irresistible attraction was like a terrifying beast, ferociously pulling the spiritual power in his body towards Yang Qian's palm.

Zhou Mo's face became ugly. He desperately tried to pull that spiritual power back, but his power couldn't compete with the terrifying attraction.

The spiritual power in his body poured out wildly, and Zhou Mo could clearly feel that his cultivation was rapidly fading.

He looked at Yang Qian in horror, trying to break his fist free from Yang Qian's palm, but he almost tried his best, to no avail.

His fist seemed to have been completely bonded to Yang Qian's palm, and it couldn't be separated at all.

He wanted to mobilize his spiritual power to give Yang Qian the final fatal blow, however, where was the spiritual power in his body still at his beckon?

He was terrified, staring at Yang Qian like a devil, and a deep despair permeated the bottom of his heart.

"You ......" The muscles on Zhou Mo's face twitched, hideous and pitiful.

The shallow purple intent in Yang Qian's eyes flashed away, and he felt Zhou Mo's spiritual power frantically pouring into his body, and Yang Qian's expression was unusually calm.

At the moment of life and death, he had to use the moon spirit to absorb power.

For a long time, Yang Qian was unwilling to use the power of the moon spirit to absorb the skills of others casually.

Although the Moon Spirit Absorption Gong can not only allow him to quickly destroy the enemy, but also absorb the opponent's cultivation to strengthen himself and improve his strength. It's a win-win-win-win

But every time he used the Moon Spirit Absorption Gong, he didn't get excited at all, but his heart was filled with serious uneasiness.

That feeling of uneasiness was very subtle, and even Yang Qian himself didn't know why he was upset.

Therefore, in order not to let himself be troubled by this uneasiness, Yang Qian could only restrain himself and use as little compromise power as possible.

Time passed minute by minute, the spiritual power in Zhou Mo's body was almost sucked dry, and his young skin gradually became wrinkled, dry and atrophied, like a pale old man.

I don't know how long it took, Zhou Mo's skin and muscles had completely dried up, and his skin and bones were like a poor man who had been malnourished for a long time in the slums.

His frightened eyes stood out against his completely shriveled countenance, and he stared at them as if they were about to fall out of their sockets.

Boom!

The last trace of life breath disappeared from Zhou Mo's body, and his already dry body fell to the ground with a thud, and then plopped, face down, on the ground.

The moon at the center of his eyebrows quietly disappeared, but Yang Qian gasped heavily, his chest rising and falling violently.

That feeling of uneasiness resurfaced, making Yang Qian's chest feel tight.

I don't know how long it took for Yang Qian's breath to calm down, and he looked at the corpse that fell to the ground, and said to himself: "I must leave here as soon as possible, but my current physical condition requires a little pranayama." You have to find a relatively safe place......"

While muttering to himself, Yang Qian's eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of the hut not far ahead.

"There it is."

The idea was set, Yang Qian walked quickly outside the bamboo house, squeaked open the door of the bamboo house, and broke into the bamboo house.

The light in the bamboo house is very good, and as soon as you step in, you can smell a faint fragrance, which is very pleasant.

The interior of the house is simple and elegant, and it is all made of bamboo. Bamboo stools, bamboo tables, bamboo baskets......

On the table, there is a pot of brewed tea, which is steaming at the moment, and it is Zhou Mo who is enjoying himself here.

Yang Qian's gaze quickly swept across the room, and he was about to find a bed to sit down and heal. But when Yang Qian's gaze swept to the bamboo bed, he sighed.

On the bamboo bed, a beautiful figure was lying, not moving.

Dressed in green, it fits very well and sets off her almost perfect figure.

If it's not Su Ya, who is it?

Maybe it was because she heard the voice, Su Ya turned her head slightly to look at Yang Qian, and when she saw Yang Qian covered in blood, she couldn't help but scream.

She was scared.

But she remained motionless.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." Yang Qian glanced at Su Ya and quickly approached Su Ya.

Su Ya wanted to shout not to come, but when Yang Qianxing came over, for some reason, she swallowed it raw, as if the man in front of her was irresistible.

The light in her beautiful eyes flickered, reflecting Yang Qian's slowly approaching figure, and she really didn't say a word more.

Just looking at him, she didn't have a reason to trust this man completely.