Mo San is a legend in the Eastern Suburbs City, and a myth in the eyes of the monks in the Eastern Suburbs City. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Jiang Zhen and Xiaoying stood in place, with a hint of solemnity in the corners of their mouths.

Mo San made Jiang Zhen feel a hint of crisis, not only that, but just because Mo San was the peak powerhouse of the Martial King, this was enough to make Jiang Zhen jealous.

"Xiaoying, wait to attract his attention, I'll attack in a complicated way." Jiang Zhen looked at Xiaoying and took a deep breath.

Xiaoying nodded, he naturally knew Jiang Zhen's strength, in terms of attack, Jiang Zhen was much stronger than him, but in terms of defense, Jiang Zhen was not as good as Xiaoying.

One attack and one defense, this just restrained Mo San.

"Boy, I'll give you three moves." Mo San looked at Jiang Zhen and said lightly.

Jiang Zhen took a deep breath, held the broadsword in his hand, and looked at Mo San with a solemn expression.

Desolate Sky Tyrant Sword Technique!

Jiang Zhen shouted angrily, the broadsword in his hand was raised above his head, and a killing intent appeared in the corner of his mouth.

The Desolate Sky Ba Sword Technique is a martial art of the town clan in Jiangjia Village, and it is so powerful that few martial arts skills are comparable to it in the same level.

The strength of the Xuan-level martial arts, at this moment, is now in Jiang Zhen's hands, and it suddenly exudes a strong momentum.

Sail!

The broadsword fell, falling heavily on the floor, but Mo San's figure stood ten zhang away.

Fast!

Lightning-fast!

Jiang Zhen didn't see clearly how Mo San moved, that kind of fast speed, even Jiang Zhen felt a little surprised.

The Martial King Realm has this kind of speed, which is no less than using the Void Ghost Step.

Yuan Li was circulating all over his body, Jiang Zhen took a deep breath, and the corners of his mouth were solemn.

stepped out of the empty ghost step, and Jiang Zhen's speed also increased suddenly.

Mo San looked at Jiang Zhen who suddenly increased his speed, and there was a trace of shock in his eyes.

He was very confident in his speed, but he didn't expect that Jiang Zhen's speed was not lower than his own.

Sail!

It's another sword, this sword is much simpler than the Desolate Sky Overlord sword trick just now, but even so, Mo San didn't dare to underestimate this sword.

He could feel Jiang Zhen burst out with power, and this power made him feel palpitations.

A third-level martial artist could make him feel palpitations, this was the first time he had encountered such a thing, but he had to believe that it was true at this time.

"There's one more trick." Mo San smiled and looked at Jiang Zhen.

Jiang Zhen stood in place, looking at Mo San, a trace of disdain on the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Zhen's speed increased again, and this time Jiang Zhen didn't hide it in the slightest.

In the face of the strong man of the Martial King, he did not dare to hide half a point, not even a single point.

The Yuan Force in the body is running to the extreme, and the power of the body is also running to the extreme.

Whether it is Yuan Force or strength, all of them gather in the dantian, and they only need one move to cut down to get better.

Mo San looked at Jiang Zhen with disdain in his expression.

He looked down on Jiang Zhen and Jiang Zhen.

A martial artist, what storm can he set off?

Sail!

The broadsword fell, and Mo San's expression, which was originally disdainful, suddenly changed drastically.

There was a huge burst of energy from the broadsword, and this energy made him feel jealous, and made him feel panic.

Withdraw!

Mo San secretly said in his heart, and the speed of the whole person suddenly retreated, and he directly retreated a few feet away.

The broadsword fell, and the blue and white stone suddenly cracked, and a huge hole appeared.

From this hole, it can be seen that Jiang Zhen's strength is great, if Mo San didn't dodge this move, maybe he would die.

"I can't keep this son." Mo San sighed secretly in his heart, took out the scimitar from the space ring, and looked at Jiang Zhen.

Jiang Zhen also stood still, these three moves consumed too much of his hard work, and even consumed too much of his Yuan Force.

He stood in place, his broadsword supporting his body, breathing constantly.

"Now it's my turn." Mo San showed a cruel laugh, and the scimitar in his hand suddenly slashed towards Jiang Zhen.

Sonorous!

At the moment when the scimitar was drawn, I saw an afterimage flashing out, and the little shadow who had never made a move made a move.

Mo San's scimitar was slightly offset, and he felt that his strength was suddenly a little off.

Looking at Xiaoying, there was a trace of curiosity in Mo San's eyes.

Resisting his scimitar with his bare hands, this couldn't help but make him a little curious about who Xiaoying was.

Jiang Zhen's whole spirit changed, and he saw a trace of indifference in Jiang Zhen's eyes.

The blood that had been silent in the body also began to boil at this moment, and a strong battle intent continued to fill the whole body.

War!

Only war!

Only war!

The enemy in front of him is Mo San, the peak martial king of Blackstone County, Mo San.

With the broadsword in his hand, Jiang Zhen's eyes changed, and he shouted angrily: "Witchcraft! Witch Move! ”

After a loud shout, Jiang Zhen's momentum became even stronger, and the broadsword in his hand became even more powerful.

"Ghosts!" Mo San also shouted angrily, and the scimitar in his hand suddenly disappeared.

Sonorous!

The scimitar and the broadsword collided together, and Mo San's eyes were cold, looking at Jiang Zhen. And Jiang Zhen's strength seemed to be weaker than Mo San's, only to see that the scimitar in Mo San's hand suddenly increased in strength, but Jiang Zhen was directly swept away.

Sail!

Jiang Zhen was swept out and fell heavily to the ground.

Pain!

It hurts like a knife!

Xiaoying watched Jiang Zhen being swept out, and the whole person was angry all of a sudden.

Brush!

An afterimage, the speed of the small shadow is very fast, so fast that it only leaves an afterimage in the air.

Rumble!

A short black stick appears in Shadow's hand.

The short stick is filled with a trace of palpitating power, which seems to be able to devour people's souls.

Soul Stick!

This is a weapon formed after the shadow devours the soul, a weapon that specifically targets the human soul.

Mo San looked at Xiaoying and smiled disdainfully.

He could feel the power of the weapon, but he didn't care, and he didn't fear.

Although this weapon is strong, Xiaoying's strength is not very strong.

"Wrath of the Ghost King!" Looking at Xiaoying, Mo San did not hesitate to use his strongest move.

This move made him defeat the Martial King and made him famous.

A blow that even the Martial Emperor and the strong could not resist, and he was confident that he could easily kill Xiaoying.

Xiaoying's defense is very strong, and he doesn't believe that Xiaoying's defense can be compared to the Martial Emperor.

Brush!

The short stick swung down without the slightest hesitation, but this time, the short stick contained an incomparably powerful soul attack.

Sail!

A strong knife wind struck, and the sharp knife intent directly lifted Xiaoying away.

Without the slightest resistance, without the slightest resistance, it was just swept away.

Qin Feng watched this scene and covered his lips to prevent himself from making any sound.

He was afraid that he couldn't help it, and he was afraid that he couldn't help it.

He is not only Jiang Zhen's best friend, he is also the young city lord of the eastern suburbs city, and the young lord of the Qin family.

He didn't dare to gamble, and he couldn't afford it.

The influence of the Baili family in Blackstone County is too great, and no one dares to disobey it.

"Don't you think it's ridiculous that the ghost king bullies a junior?" In the air, a cold voice came from afar.

The sound was cold, so cold that the air froze into ice.

Slowly, the owner of the voice appeared in front of the Zongren's eyes.

The owner of the voice is a woman, a peerless beauty.

Han Yingting was wearing a cyan dress, and her eyes were indifferent and ruthless, as if she had seen through everything in the world.

Jiang Zhen raised his head, and when he saw the visitor, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he passed out.

It's Han Yingting, who is her savior.

At first, he resisted the urge to fall into a coma, but when Jiang Zhen saw Han Yingting, he passed out directly.

Mo San didn't make a move, he looked at the peerless beauty in the air, and there was a hint of jealousy in his eyes.

He is just a Martial King, but Han Yingting is a Martial Emperor, and he is a Martial Emperor who is comparable to the Hundred Miles Black Tiger.

"Miss Han, at this time, their personal grievances, please Miss Han don't interfere." Baili Black Tiger also spoke.

Han Yingting smiled, she glanced at Mo San and Baili Black Tiger, and said indifferently: "Jiang Zhen, I have saved it." ”

Mo San's face was a little ugly, and his whole body was trembling slightly.

He was still boasting that he wanted to kill Jiang Zhen just now, but now, he couldn't kill Jiang Zhen, wasn't this a slap in the face?

The war maniac also saw Mo San's embarrassment, only to see the war maniac stand up and slowly walk towards the square.

"Jiang Zhen, I don't know if you still remember me?" The war maniac smiled, looked at Jiang Zhen and asked.

Jiang Zhen smiled sarcastically, he naturally remembered the war madness, because of the war madness, he took the three palms of the Martial Emperor powerhouse.

"Old City Lord, even if you turn to ashes, I will still remember the old three-palm feud." Jiang Zhen said viciously.

The war maniac smiled disdainfully, what he wanted was to make it impossible for Han Yingting to keep Jiang Zhen.

Han Yingting frowned, he didn't expect that now there would be a Martial Emperor powerhouse to make a move.

The strong man of the Martial Emperor made a move, and the situation was a little confusing.

It is impossible for Han Yingting to let Jiang Zhen be wronged, and she will not let him be wronged.

"Jiang Zhen, you beheaded my beloved son in the past, this grudge should be over." Meng Lin also stood up, with a hint of mockery on the corner of his mouth.

The more people there are, the more pressure Han Yingting feels.

Han Yingting's brows furrowed slightly, she looked at these people, and the corners of her mouth flashed with a trace of disdain.

These people just want to push themselves, but will they give them a chance?

Of course not!

The Frost Sword in Han Yingting's hand revealed a trace of sinister power, and the air suddenly became cold.

War Maniac and Mo San and the others all looked at Han Yingting, no one knew why Han Yingting did this, why she would protect Jiang Zhen to the death.

But even so, they have no intention of giving up.

The war madman held a war hammer in his hand, and Meng Lin held a spear in his hand, and as for Mo San, the scimitar in his hand never left.

The big battle is imminent, and this battle is actually the battle of the Martial Emperor's powerhouse.

In the entire Black Rock County, the Martial Emperor powerhouses are even more hand-to-hand, but now the battle of the Martial Emperor powerhouses makes these people look forward to it.

Jiang Zhen was lying on the ground, trying to recover, while Han Yingting and Menglin were still confronting each other.

"Miss Han, you can't keep him today." Mo San shook his head and looked at Han Yingting and said.

Han Yingting also laughed and didn't say anything.

Is she worried?

She didn't worry, because even if she fought to the death, she wouldn't let Jiang Zhen suffer the slightest grievance.