Tu Lao Mo didn't flash or force, his eyes were filled with blood red, without a trace of emotion, just when Mo Xiaohuan and Mo Zhiming fell again with a sword, two hands, one in front of the other, grabbed the sword.

The picture froze, Mo Xiaohuan's body was suspended in mid-air, the hand flicked lightly, and with a bang, Mo Xiaohuan's body slammed to the ground, smoke and dust billowed out, and the ground shattered into a human-shaped pit.

Mo Zhiming, who had excellent eyesight, changed his face drastically, his body quickly wanted to retreat, and he was retreating, but with another hand, he flicked the blade of the sword in his hand lightly, and the soft sword instantly made a circle, and this was not over, Mo Zhiming's shoulder creaked, his bones shattered, and the blood-red eyes of the old demon slammed him out of the sky with a palm.

"If you want the old man's life, you are still far away."

The old demon who exuded a monstrous and ferocious aura pursed a cold smile on the corner of his mouth, and took a few steps forward, the ground roared, and puffs of smoke and dust filled behind him.

The closest to the old demon slaughter was Mo Zhifang, seeing the old demon slaying coming, he was suddenly frightened, and the soft sword in his hand shot out like an arrow, and at this moment, his body suddenly fell backwards.

"Can you go?"

Tu Lao Mo woke up with a fierce aura, full of killing intent, and now, in his mind, there has always been a voice roaring to kill and kill, Mo Zhiming and Mo Xiaohuan, the two people who tried to take his life, were naturally the targets of his attack.

The soft sword that burst out snapped, was slapped down by the old demon with a wave of his hand, lost the control of the owner, fell to the ground softly, and was trampled by the old demon slayer, making a soft sound, like a wail, and it was shortened into several pieces in an instant. It can well be imagined. The old demon who went berserk. How powerful it is.

Old Demon Slayer's body rose from the ground, and the smoke and dust at his feet rolled up, instantly narrowing the distance between him and Mo Zhifang.

"Where to go."

A cold voice seemed to linger in his ears, Mo Zhiming's face instantly became a little ugly in that second, and an awe-inspiring killing force had locked him, and the body of the old demon was only an arm's length away from him.

"Come down."

The old demon slaughtered his arm suddenly, and Mo Zhifang's body was instantly dragged down.

The powerful right leg swept away. Mo Zhiming's waist turned, it was worthy of the past killing, and before he could fight back, Tu Lao Mo had already punched him in the abdomen, and a hot pain instantly filled Mo Zhiming's mind, how heavy this punch was Only the person who was beaten knew how much, Mo Zhiming only felt that his abdomen was penetrated, and the severe pain made him a piece of his abdomen, after the heat. There was no feeling at all, as if it was no longer his. His body, after that punch, staggered, flew upside down, blood in the air across a beautiful arc, a moment later, smashed to the ground, startled a wave of smoke and dust, very conspicuous.

Tu Lao Mo took a few steps forward, at this moment, he was covered in a strong smell of blood, like a demon god possessed, naturally there was no mercy, besides, the two took advantage of his injury to kill him before, this is also real, if it weren't for this, Tu Lao Mo would not wake up the ferocious aura, all of this is just Mo Xiaohuan and Mo Zhi's own fault, and the madness of Tu Lao Mo is just expected.

The cold color of the old demon's eyes still did not dissipate, and he took a few steps forward, and the bloody and very hideous fist peak slammed down, and Mo Zhiming had just landed, but the old demon Tu couldn't wait for his brain to be broken.

"Boom~"

Tu Lao Mo's punch failed as expected, Mo Zhiming is what kind of person, although not as domineering as Tu Lao Mo, but he is also the world's top master, at the time of life and death, the potential that bursts out, I am afraid that you are usually amazing, when Tu Lao Mo's punch fell, Mo Zhiming's body instantly rose to the ground, Tu Lao Mo's fist style and Mo Zhiming's clothes passed by, a big pit on the ground, Mo Zhiming's body had already swept out a few steps away.

Mo Xiaohuan on the side just stood up from the humanoid pit, only to feel that the bones all over his body were shattered, and the pain was terrible, so he just got up, so he didn't die and saw that Mo Zhiming was being pressed by the old demon to slaughter every step and didn't even have the power of his backhand, and he was suddenly horrified, and he made the same choice as Mo Zhiming, and his body retreated violently, trying to get rid of the attack range of the old demon.

"No one is allowed to leave without the old man's consent."

Tu Lao Mo snorted coldly, his current state is very weird and domineering, in his aura, as long as there is a trace of wind and grass, it is difficult to escape his induction, Mo Xiaohuan wants to escape, Tu Lao Mo sensed it in the first time, kicked with his right foot, and a stone that was lifted suddenly attacked the back door of Mo Xiaohuan, at the same time, Tu Lao Mo did not give up chasing Mo Zhiming, although Mo Zhiming dodged one of his punches, it did not mean that he could dodge two or three punches, Tu Lao Mo's body was close again, Even the sound of breathing seemed to ring in Mo Zhiming's ears.

Mo Zhiming's face was gloomy and terrifying, this action of pulling out the tiger's whiskers seemed to be an ironic joke, the top master who took that step was not something they could kill if they wanted to, even if the other party was seriously injured, even if the other party was so seriously injured that he couldn't even play the general combat effectiveness on weekdays, but, after all, the top master was still the top master, even if he was seriously injured, it was not something that people of their level could shake, this time, without paying a great price, he and Mo Xiaohuan could not escape death, this, until this time, Mo Zhifang's heart suddenly woke up.

With a muffled sound, Mo Zhiming was like a kite with a broken string, his slender body fell from the air, and another heavy punch of the old demon fell, his speed seemed to be slow, but it was actually so fast that it was unexpected, Mo Zhiming was eager to distance himself from the other party, but he couldn't get rid of the lock of the old demon, the punch fell on Mo Zhiming's ribs, and a creaking and cracking sound resounded in Mo Zhiming's mind, and when his body landed, at least two or more ribs were broken.

Three, two, two and two stepped on Mo Zhi's life to the ground, Tu Lao Mo sneered, took off the blood foam, and glanced at Mo Xiaohuan, who had fled more than ten meters in a moment, his body swept like the wind, and he went away in an instant.

Mo Zhiming was kicked to the ground weakly, not only the shoulder bones were broken, but even the ribs were broken two or three pieces, right now, he even felt a sharp pain in his breathing, and in the winter night, his forehead was full of sweat, in addition to the physical exertion caused by the fighting, it was more of a cold sweat caused by unbearable pain.

"Gotta go."

This is the truest portrayal of Mo Zhiming's heart, taking advantage of the time when the old demon slaughtered to pursue Mo Xiaohuan, he just wanted to quickly escape from the other party's pursuit range, he was not a dead man, at the time of life and death, the only thing he could think of was to flee quickly, he was still young, and he had not conquered the rivers and mountains, at this time, he was naturally unwilling to fight to the death with the old demon.

Mo Xiaohuan, who was once again targeted by the old demon, suddenly felt a chill in his heart, his body swept up a little, and the speed of escape was urged to the extreme, and even the strength to drink milk was used, at the moment, it was important to save his life, as for whether he would be admonished by Wang Rong when he went back, Mo Xiaohuan couldn't control it, in order to survive, naturally these can be left behind.

There was no sound behind him, Mo Xiaohuan's heart was slightly relieved, but he didn't dare to delay, his footsteps soared, and he shot out more than four meters, but at this moment, a hand suddenly grabbed his shoulder from behind, and squeaked, like the crisp sound of pinching, Mo Xiaohuan's face turned pale in an instant, and his stocky body flew upside down in an instant, and was suddenly thrown in the direction of Mo Zhi's escape.

Mo Zhiming had just escaped a few steps, but there was an awe-inspiring sound of breaking through the air behind him, and he had no choice but to summon the almost exhausted internal strength of his whole body to try to block the attacking attack.

With a bang, his brother and sister were thrown from a high altitude by the old devil, Mo Zhiming's face was cold, and he was just about to fight back with a punch, but at the last moment, he found out that it was Mo Xiaohuan who fell from the air, and he was about to punch out, and he was forced to retreat at the critical moment, despite this, Mo Xiaohuan's body fell to the ground from a high altitude, and the strength was still not lighter than Mo Zhihuan's punch.

Mo Zhiming hurriedly helped Mo Xiaohuan up, staring at the old demon Tu who came slowly with heavy eyes, his expression changed, he could only be vigilant like a trapped beast, Mo Xiaohuan also held back the pain all over his body, and stood on the same front with Mo Zhiming, facing the old demon Tu Lao's coming, his waist was slightly straight, and he shot angrily. (To be continued......)