With Mo Zhiming and Mo Xiaohuan's current age, if they are compared with the same generation, they are definitely very good, but compared with the four people who fought not far away, they are obviously much dimmer.

In many cases, people will be angry to death after others, and in the face of the insurmountable mountain, it is good that they have not lost the courage to climb.

This is the case with the rivers and lakes, as soon as a door was opened, I thought I could stand at the peak, but I found that I was still standing at the foot of the mountain, looking up at the people above, this feeling was probably the taste in the hearts of Mo Zhiming and Mo Xiaohuan.

Mo Zhifang aside, under Wang Rong's hands, he is a great manager, he is good at hiding, and his true strength is only known in his heart.

And Mo Xiaohuan is different, as the strongest handful of people in this Jiazi, his name, ten or twenty years ago, used to be a symbol of glory.

The devil rarely has a real top master, one is due to his temperament, and the other is not tolerated by the righteous path of the self-proclaimed righteous gentleman, so it is the law that he dies at a young age, and Mo Xiaohuan can rise out of the cruel rivers and lakes, in addition to his superior birth environment, to a large extent, his talent is enough to make those so-called geniuses ashamed.

Mo Xiaohuan has always been very confident in his martial arts, his self-confidence is naturally not groundless, although Wang Yue Tong Yuan is more famous than him, it does not mean that he has always been able to walk in front of him, compared to the above two, Mo Xiao Huan is younger, so he has never felt an inexplicable depression like today Wang Yue and Tong Yuan, who are ranked before him in the rivers and lakes, except for fear.

Of the four people in front of him, pulling out any one of them was enough to crush him easily.

This is not Mo Xiaohuan's contempt for himself. Instead, he helplessly faced up to the gap between himself and the other party. There are not many people who are really angry to death than people. However, since then, he has been hit and collapsed, and in the dark, no one can clearly see the subtle changes in Mo Xiaohuan's facial expression, including Mo Zhiming, who is less than three steps away from him.

Mo Zhiming's eyes converged, staring at the four people in the field, his age was slightly younger than Mo Xiaohuan, his martial arts were amazing, and his eyesight was also very good. The four people not far away, in his memory, maybe only one or two people can compete, even if the firewood knife Tianjiu is slightly inferior to them, this is no longer something they can compete with, fortunately, the strategy set by their master is to catch the cicada and yellow finch behind, so there is still a slight chance.

And no matter what, for Mo Zhiming and Mo Xiaohuan, as long as there is the possibility of prying open the stone cracks. Even if it's one in 10,000, they have to give it a try. Although the four people in front of them were terrifying, compared to Wang Rong, who was in control of their lives, they naturally knew how to make a choice.

Mo Xiaohuan and Mo Zhifang's thoughts no one knows, the wild solitary son slaughters the old demon and fights with their opponents, a few people who seem to be old, but the internal strength of the whole body is as continuous as the sea, the ground is poofing holes, all of them are shocked out by the leaked internal strength, as a few people jump on the roof, the tile is really like a movie, flying wildly, looking at it from a distance, it is very gorgeous.

"Refreshing."

Old Demon Tu laughed, his body kept sweeping, his palms fell, layers of light and shadow flickered, and the pieces of tiles that attacked him instantly shattered into powder, and his body was close to Yu Lei on the opposite side, his palms lingered with purple glow, and he condescendingly slapped at Yu Lei's heavenly spirit.

Yu Lei snorted coldly, his robe rolled, and the wind and clouds swam with it, but his not burly body instantly rose a few points, and his palms were also slapped out unreservedly, and his palms were full of green mangs, and his legs were instantly rooted in the ground.

"Boom~"

After the loud noise, the bodies of the old demon and Yu Lei trembled, and after a slight pause, they went away again, the sound was endless, the two figures were a little illusory, and the naked eye could only roughly capture a trace of afterimage, in this is just a few breaths of time, the two top masters have already bombarded each other with thirty or forty palms, each palm is really filled with their lifelong cultivation, it seems to be a soft beat, ordinary masters are absolutely unable to escape the fate of death when they are shot, and the moves that can kill first-class masters casually are in their hands, It flashes as easily as drinking boiling water, and the demeanor of the top master can be seen.

"Go down."

Yu Lei sneered, his feet swept over like an iron rod, the wall under the feet of the old devil slammed, and was kicked by Yu Lei, but the thick wall collapsed in an instant, and the body of the old devil could only fall from the wall helplessly, on tiptoe, without giving Yu Lei another chance to make up for it, his body quickly swept up, and the majestic killing machine shot down at the old devil.

What kind of person is Yu Lei, he looks old, but his body's reflexes are not inferior to the upright young man with strong blood, and the old demon slayer attacked, but when he saw his arm pierced, a pair of iron fists were handed up.

Tu Lao Mo's palms collided with his fists again, and with a bang, the two bodies each took two or three steps back, and after a moment's pause, one person came out of his legs, and one person smashed his arms down.

A master of this level, according to reason, should spread his clothes, and his big moves keep bursting out, he dare not say that the world is lightless, at least the entire area must be completely shrouded in it, this is in line with the imagination in the hearts of Mo Zhiming and Mo Xiaohuan, and now what is going on? The four legendary level top masters are like that street fight, their fists and feet are combined, one is more ruthless than the other, is this still the style of the master they imagined?

Mo Zhiming and Mo Xiaohuan's view of the world began to collapse, if the martial arts are compared to a high mountain, as the world's super-first-class masters, there is no doubt that Mo Zhiming and Mo Xiaohuan have climbed halfway up the mountain, their current vision is still at the level of seeing the mountain is not a mountain, and there is still a distance from seeing the mountain or the mountain, so they will be surprised by the simple moves shown by the wild solitary son, the old demon slaughter and the god Yu Lei.

The two pairs of eyes stared at the front, the four of them saw their own moves, the moves were indeed domineering, each blow was enough to make the first-class master not even have the power of a backhand, but it was not as exquisite as the legend, maybe it was a reservation, or something else, in the hearts of Mo Zhiming and Mo Xiaohuan, the top master of that realm would definitely not only have this energy.

In the slight flow of their thoughts, the situation in the field changed again, the opponent of the old demon was no longer Yu Lei, his body shook suddenly, and the god fell, followed by a killing machine falling towards his forehead.

Tu Lao Mo's face changed slightly, this god is slightly better than Yu Lei, looking at the appearance of a middle-aged person, in fact, he is a few years older than Yu Lei, who is in the last years of the wind and candle, and his martial arts are naturally more exquisite.

was attacked by the gods, even if the old demon slaughtered lightly, his body suddenly leaned back, and the slow motion reversed, the god's body shuttled past him, and the killing force was almost solidified.

Shen Di couldn't strike a blow, Yu Lei's body rushed forward, and his legs swept straight to the waist of the old demon.

"You can't be allowed to run rampant."

Ye Guzi snorted coldly, seeing that Shen Tu got rid of his offensive and attacked the old demon, how could Ye Guzi, who had seen through Shen Tu's thoughts at a glance, allow him to succeed.

Before Yu Lei's attack fell to the old demon, Ye Guzi's side had already fallen on his right, only three arms away, but when he saw him kicking at the same time, his strength was naturally full, and the sound of breaking the air exploded in Yu Lei's ears.

Yu Lei can choose to continue to pursue the old devil, as long as his feet insist on sweeping over, the old devil will fall into the attack range of the gods, and he will not be able to get out without paying a price, but at the same time that the old devils fall into the attack range of the gods, Ye Guzi's leg will also kick him accurately, whether it is the back or the hem, with Ye Guzi's eyesight and martial arts, he is no better than the old devil.

Compared with the two, Yu Lei instantly had a plan, the body that was already ready to fly suddenly reversed, forcing the offensive to the attacking Ye Guzi, both sides were swept with their feet, both right feet collided in the air, banged on the ground, the air was overflowing, both sides supported the ground with their hands, drank lightly, turned over suddenly, and fought close again.

"Again."

The wild solitary son was also killed, and the majestic killing machine locked on the opposite Yu Lei, and the slightly slender and thin body advanced, his hands were claw-shaped, and he tore it suddenly, like a beast tearing at its prey.

Yu Lei's chest was slightly depressed, but he was not afraid, his white hair fluttered head-on, his eyes were cloudy, his fists exuded green light, and he raised his body and greeted him. (To be continued......)