Chapter Two Hundred and One

"Hmph, no matter who you are, today, according to death!" The young man snorted coldly, it was Qin Mo who was the best, he could strangle the other party in the cradle, and in this way, there were some very great benefits to their Wandering Immortal Sect! Immediately, he jumped at Qin Mo with another punch, and the spiritual power in his body was running wildly.

"God King Fist!"

Qin Mo didn't make any sound, he only raised his left hand, and the chain rolled up with a clatter, rolling his left hand into an iron fist. Then he stepped out in one step, and at the same time, a stream of blood spread out from his left hand, wrapping around his left iron fist, making the iron fist bloody and demonic! The power of the ghost hand was released by him, otherwise, with his realm of a third-rank martial king, it was not enough to resist the attack of an eight-rank martial king, if it was a fourth- or fifth-rank martial king realm powerhouse, he would not use the power of the ghost hand.

The fist of the strongest young man of the Flowing Netherworld Sect roared and poured out like a mountain and a sea, and this punch contained a violent and terrifying power. Those Xuanfeng Sect disciples who saw this punch were all shocked, and their faces showed uneasiness, they knew that Qin Mo was very strong, even the second-grade Martial King Realm could crush the fifth-grade Martial King Realm. However, Qin Mo's strength lies in the knife! Now, Qin Mo didn't even take out the knife, and he actually used his iron fist to shake the opponent's eight-rank martial king, not to mention that the other party used a domineering martial art, and Qin Mo didn't seem to use any kind of martial arts, although the iron fist was shrouded in a layer of blood, but it just looked weird. With this punch, maybe Qin Mo would be seriously injured if he didn't die. It seems that all the disciples of the Xuanfeng Sect who entered the secret realm this year will be buried here.

At that moment, the disciples of the Xuanfeng Sect who had seen a trace of the same suddenly became desperate, their faces were pale, and they all clenched their fists with their hands, even if they were dead. There will also be a few more disciples of the Flowing Netherworld Sect to back in a while!

In the next moment, Qin Mo's fist seemed to collide with the opponent's overwhelming fist silently without any momentum.

"Boom!" At the same time as a roar came out, a violent energy surged in all directions like a surging wave, and at the same time, the two figures immediately separated.

"Pedal Pedal Pedal T Qin Mo's whole person took three steps back. Then he stabilized his figure, but his face was also a little pale.

On the other hand, the strongest young man of the Flowing Netherworld Sect over there, he was not much better than Qin Mo, his body was still retreating, he had already withdrawn seven or eight steps, and at the same time, his right hand was already full of blood.

"Humph!" Qin Mo snorted coldly, stepped out, and had already teleported out, and at the same time, smashed a punch towards the young man.

The young man had never stood on his feet. However, suddenly, Qin Mo's fist had already exploded, heading towards his head.

At this moment, the young man's pupils were all occupied by the fist full of blood, not only the fist, but also the entire left hand, there was a thick blood qi enveloping him, as if it was also enveloping his mind.

The speed of the other party is too fast. At the same time, the opponent's strength is too great, so that when the opponent throws a second punch. I haven't stabilized my body yet. Therefore, he could only watch the second punch that was coming, watch it come, and finally, land on his head.

"Bang!"

A punch fell. A stream of blood spurted out, and at the same time, the blood qi on Qin Mo's hand also dispersed at that moment. Even the sleeve on his left hand was shattered, and blood flowed from the bare red ghost hand, I don't know if it was the young man's or his own. And Qin Mo's face became even paler, without a trace of blood.

It's just that. The whole audience fell silent at that moment, and everyone forgot to breathe, they only stared at the strange but bloody scene in front of them. The young man's skull was like a watermelon that had been beaten hard, and the flesh and brains were splashed out.

Kill the strongest disciple of the Flowing Netherworld Sect with one punch, the powerhouse of the Eight Rank Martial King! And the person who killed him seems to be just a third-rank martial king?

Anyone who saw this scene would be shocked, especially those disciples of the Xuanfeng Sect, their eyes widened, in the past, they only knew that Qin Mo's sword path was powerful, and they knew that he could kill Ye Qing and Luo Jun in seconds, but they didn't expect that he would be able to kill an eight-rank martial king powerhouse in seconds! At this moment, in addition to being shocked, they were also excited and excited, different from the past, in the past, Qin Mo killed and defeated all the disciples of the Xuanfeng Sect, but now, what Qin Mo killed was the strongest youth of the Flowing Netherworld Sect that they hated very much! This, naturally, made them excited.

The specialty is Wang Fatzi, who looked at the scene in front of him in a daze, and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time. He muttered something, but in this extremely quiet field, almost everyone could clearly hear Wang Fatzi's muttering.

"Unexpectedly, the boss actually smashed his head with a punch......"

Hearing this, everyone's whole body was shocked, yes, just before, Wang Fatzi said that if Qin Mo was here, he would definitely be able to smash the head of the strongest young man of the Flowing Netherworld Sect with one punch! How long has it been since the words were spoken? This is especially true for you!

And the disciples of the Flowing Netherworld Sect over there all had ugly faces, even worse than the faces of the disciples of the Xuanfeng Sect. Their leader died like this, under the punch of the Xuanfeng Sect's Sanpin Martial King, and fulfilled the words of the fat man - a punch to break his head!

Panic and fear instantly crawled into their hearts, originally they wanted to wipe out all the disciples of the Xuanfeng Sect on this trip, and they wanted to wipe out all the elites of the Xuanfeng Sect who stepped into the secret realm of the Heavenly Curtain this time. However, it turned out that their strongest brother was actually punched to death.

"Kill!" However, at this time, Qin Mo, who was standing in front of the corpse with his head shattered, pointed at the disciples of the Flowing Netherworld Sect around him from afar and said coldly.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

……

In an instant, the disciples of the Xuanfeng Sect shouted the same word in their mouths, and the word kill immediately broke through the sky, and the blood of the disciples of the Xuanfeng Sect boiled in Qin Mo's calm but heavy killing voice, and the fighting spirit immediately went to the rolling tide at that moment.

At that moment, more than a dozen disciples of the Xuanfeng Sect rushed towards the disciples of the Flowing Netherworld Sect without fear. Such a scene may have appeared in the past, but it was a stubborn resistance that was forced by the Wandering Netherworld Sect to the death. But now, under the drive and influence of Qin Mo, it is different, they are full of fighting spirit, their blood is soaring into the sky, they are not stubbornly fighting back, they are just chasing after victory! You have to break the opponent directly! At that moment, even they had forgotten that in the other party's camp, there was also a seventh-rank martial king and two sixth-rank martial kings. (To be continued.) )