"Master, save me." Elder Taishang shouted loudly to Fang Min. In the past, Elder Taishang could still deal with the small blood group, but now that the strength of the small blood group has skyrocketed, he can fight with the eleventh level master, where is he the opponent of the small blood group?

But it was already too late, and the small blood group had already flown in front of the Supreme Elder.

"Ahh Elder Taishang screamed miserably, and although he desperately attacked the small blood group, the small blood group still bit his arm.

After a while, Elder Taishang, whose face was blackened, fell to the ground, "Old man, old man, you have to save me." Elder Taishang shouted loudly.

"Elder Taishang, it's useless, that red thing is very terrifying, and there is no cure for being bitten." Fang Zijian looked at the Supreme Elder who fell to the ground and said helplessly.

When Fang Min heard Fang Zijian say this, he immediately flew over and fought with the small blood group.

"I really didn't expect to be exploited by that red thing." Old Man Fang saw the Supreme Elder who fell to the ground and said with hatred.

Originally, he thought that they would kill Mo Zhitao easily this time, but Mo Zhitao's strength had increased to level eleven, and the strength of that red thing had also skyrocketed, which surprised him very much.

"Old Man Fang, dare to provoke me Mo Zhitao, your Fang family is going to be finished." Mo Zhitao smiled proudly.

The clever little blood group took this opportunity to kill the Supreme Elder of the Fang family, which could be said to have greatly reduced the pressure on Yu Meijing and them. Now that they have the upper hand, it is estimated that if they continue to fight, they will win.

"Okay, I'll kill you first and then the others." After speaking, Old Man Fang punched again, and the huge fist shadow shot towards Mo Zhitao Mo Zhitao.

A loud shout sounded, and then Mo Zhitao's right hand was swung out, and the dragon shadow rushed out suddenly with the sound of breaking wind, and finally bombarded with the fist shadow heavily. Suddenly, an explosion like thunder resounded in the sky. The ripples of energy overflowed, shaking the space violently.

"Okay, comfortable, let's fight again." Mo Zhitao shouted loudly and continued to rush towards Old Man Fang. He felt that he was full of ability, and he didn't believe that he couldn't defeat this old man who was about to die.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Mo Zhitao, who was in the air, attacked ten more moves with Old Man Fang one after another, and the energy on the ground knocked the surrounding sand and stones into the air. If it weren't for Old Man Mo, they were tied to the stump of the clearing, and they would have been blown up in the morning.

"Dad, Zhitao's martial arts are actually level 11." Mo Wenfeng, who was lying on the ground, saw Mo Zhitao fighting with Old Man Fang in the air, and couldn't help but shout excitedly to Old Man Mo.

"Yes, Wen Feng, you gave birth to a good son." Old Man Mo nodded and said. "Even if we die, we will die blindly."

"Dad, isn't Zhitao here to save us?" Mo Wenfeng asked strangely.

Old Man Mo said: "Do you think the Fang family is a bad seed?" We were so badly injured that even if we were rescued, we wouldn't have survived long. ”

When Mo Wenfeng heard Old Man Mo say this, his face darkened. The old man is right, their current situation is basically a waste, no matter how high Mo Zhitao's medical skills are, he can't save them.

"I hate it so much, I haven't killed Song Lingling's cheap yet. Person. Mo Wenfeng hated the authenticity.

"As long as Zhitao wins, Song Lingling can't escape." Old Man Mo said viciously. "Wen Feng, I have already told Old Man Zhu that at a critical time, we can't drag Zhitao back, anyway, we have lived for so many years, and we have lived enough."

Mo Wenfeng understood what the old man meant, if the Fang family used them to blackmail Mo Zhitao, they would use suicide to cut off their lives. "Yes, Dad, I will definitely not lose the face of the Mo family."

"Ah, Dad, you can't do this, Zhitao came to save us." Mo Wenshan, who was next to him, couldn't help but be frightened when he heard Old Man Mo's decision.

Mo Zhitao just looked at Old Man Mo and Mo Wenfeng's faces before he came to save people. If they all don't want their lives, Mo Zhitao won't care about him Mo Wenshan.

Old Man Mo glanced at Mo Wenfeng, and then looked at Mo Wenshan. It seems that it is only at the critical moment that a person's face can be seen clearly. In the past, Mo Wenfeng seemed to be very weak, but at the moment of life and death, Mo Wenfeng could act like a tough guy, but Mo Wenshan couldn't.

"Wenshan, life and death are fate, don't be so afraid." Old Man Mo said.

"Ma, the life and death of the fart is fate, if it wasn't for Mo Zhitao who caused this incident, would we still have to suffer like this? Our Mo family is gone. Mo Wenshan scolded angrily.

"Mo Wenshan, you will not be a member of the Mo family in the future." Old Man Mo said angrily.

Mo Wenshan said: "Now that the Mo family has nothing, what is so rare about me?" ”

When Old Man Mo heard Mo Wenshan say this, he was so angry that he was about to faint.

After Old Man Fang and Mo Zhitao attacked dozens of moves, he stood there panting a little. I didn't expect that Mo Zhitao would be able to fight with him for so long just because he had just been promoted to the eleventh level.

Although Mo Zhitao is said to be at a disadvantage, the more he fights, the more courageous he becomes, and if he continues to fight like this, he will suffer.

In addition, under the attack of Mu Ming and others with Yin and Yang Killing, many Fang family members have fallen to the ground. And some people fall to the ground for no reason, and they don't know what's going on?

In fact, how did Old Man Fang know that the people of the Poison River Valley made some very terrible poisons.

But those poisons are terrible, and after they are sown, they will not grow a single grass for a year, let alone what will happen to people if they are poisoned. If it was in Linhu Villa, the Lord of the Poison River Valley would not dare to use this poison. But when they came to the Fang family, they didn't care.

Anyway, there were no masters to deal with the people in the Poison River Valley, and they were poisoning in the Fang family's manor. Within a year, it was abandoned. Although it is contrary to heaven to cast such poison, they can't control it so much.

"I want you dead." Old Man Fang shouted angrily. I saw him wave his right hand, and a black long sword flew out.

"What kind of flying machine are you?" Mo Zhitao looked at the black sword under Old Man Fang's hand and couldn't help but ask strangely. Because Bai Suzhi also has a flying sword in her hand, which is white.

But the flying sword in Old Man Fang's hand was black, and the sword body had a strange aura, which made people feel a little scared.

"This is the Soul Collecting Sword, Mo Zhitao, it is your blessing that you can die on this sword." Old Man Fang said coldly. "It's been thirty years, and I haven't used this sword in thirty years."

"Soul Sword?" Mo Zhitao was stunned for a moment. "What kind of sword is this?" Mo Zhitao felt that this sword was a little weird, and as for why, he couldn't say why.

"Hahaha, you'll find out in a moment." Old Man Fang laughed loudly, and the soul collecting sword in his hand came out of his hand. When the Soul Collecting Sword left his hand, it immediately swelled in the air.

"Whew." The soul collecting sword emitted bursts of black wind, and then turned into a large cover, which did not look like a sword at all, but like a Taoist soul collecting thing.

"Go."

As soon as Old Man Fang's voice fell, the soul sword headed towards Mo Zhitao.

Mo Zhitao used his ninja sword to slash towards the soul sword, and the sound of "dangdangdang" kept ringing, but the soul sword didn't do anything at all.

It's getting closer, it's getting closer and closer to Mo Zhitao. Suddenly, Mo Zhitao felt his mind dizzy, as if something had stunned his brain, and he didn't even attack the very powerful ninja knife just now.

Old Man Fang couldn't help but laugh smugly when he saw that Mo Zhitao's attack was getting slower and slower.

His soul sword, as the name suggests, is to confuse the opponent's soul when attacking. If the other party does not attack like a fool, if he attacks, will he not be able to defeat the other party? A master like him, as long as he hits Mo Zhitao, Mo Zhitao will fall to the ground and die.

Sure enough, now Mo Zhitao's movements are getting slower and slower, and he seems to be a little unwilling to fight.

"Let's sit down and talk about something, lay down our arms, we're good friends." Old Man Fang said gently.

Old Man Fang's soul collecting sword is different from the soul dementor ** of the old man Qing before, the old man Qing is trying to control Mo Zhitao's soul. And Old Man Fang, this one, is just using the Soul Collecting Sword to confuse Mo Zhitao.

The soul collecting sword constantly emitted an aura that made people lose their minds, and at first Mo Zhitao didn't know it, and kept fighting with Old Man Fang. Slowly, Mo Zhitao was lost in his mind.

This kind of thing is not a poison, it is just a method to make people temporarily confused, so Mo Zhitao's body can detoxify all kinds of poisons, but it has no effect on this breath.

If you make a move, as long as your mind is confused, you can be killed by others in such a short time. Therefore, Old Man Fang was waiting for this opportunity.

However, Old Man Fang didn't do it all at once. He knew that he only had one move, and after attacking Mo Zhitao with one move, Mo Zhitao would definitely come to his senses, and if he wanted to attack the second move like now, it would be impossible.

Therefore, he either didn't make a move, or he hit Mo Zhitao with a thunderous blow.

The people outside didn't know that Mo Zhitao had already set the way, because the master made a move, sometimes very fast, sometimes very slow, and they couldn't see anything wrong with Mo Zhitao's side.

And Old Man Fang's attack also slowed down, on the surface, his fight with Mo Zhitao was evenly matched, and there was nothing unusual.

Hehehe, Mo Zhitao, you will die in a while. Old Man Fang smiled secretly in his heart. He was already secretly gathering the internal force of his whole body, as long as he saw the opportunity to make a move, he would definitely be able to smash Mo Zhitao's internal organs.

No matter how powerful a master is, if his internal organs are shattered by him, he will not survive at all. And he will continue to attack Mo Zhitao and twist Mo Zhitao's head off.

It is said that Mo Zhitao is very perverted, and seems to be a bit like King Kong's immortal body, if he can't cut off his head, he may still survive. Therefore, Old Man Fang had already figured out a way to deal with Mo Zhitao.

"We're good friends, let's sit down and have a good talk, let's stop fighting." Mo Zhitao, who was confused, pressed his hand as he spoke. With a sound of "dang", the ninja knife that was still attacking Old Man Fang fell to the ground.

Hey, hey, the time has come and I can do it. Old Man Fang smiled happily in his heart.