The majestic sword qi shattered all the soldiers in the hands of the Flowing Rock Ghost Clan, penetrated his defenses, and poured fiercely on his body.

Poof......

A mouthful of black blood spurted out, and the chest of the Flowing Rock Ghost Clan was instantly split open.

The domineering sword qi rushed into his body, shattering all his meridians and bones.

This time, even if there is the reincarnation of Da Luo Jin Immortal, it will not be able to save this Liuyan ghost clan.

For this scene, Jiang Mo was already accustomed to it.

Since you want to gamble with your life for a brilliant future, you should have the consciousness of leaving your life behind.

Jiang Mo shook his head, without any regrets, and then his gaze fell on Na Mohou's body.

"It's really not weak!"

Mo Hou's eyes stared at Jiang Mo, and after a long time, he exhaled a breath of turbidity.

"However, the strength of that cannon fodder is too weak, and he can't even take a move from the other party, and if he dies, he will die!" Mo Hou said indifferently.

Since he was a child, that ancestor taught him that there is no need to waste too much time on subordinates who are not of much value.

As soon as he thought of this, Mo Hou looked up at Jiang Mo, grinned, and said, "Don't want one, if you kill a cannon fodder, you can be proud of the world." ”

"To tell you the truth, compared to me, you are still too far behind!"

Mohou's words contain infinite conceit.

At this moment, the Evil Emperor Bone Fight was still eroding each other with the Huangquan Stone Tablet, which made Jiang Mo a little surprised.

However, Jiang Mo showed a smile on his face, and said slowly: "Among the many ghost clans I killed, you are the most arrogant one I have ever seen!"

"Oh?

"I'm arrogant because I have the capital to be arrogant!"

"Then you will clearly see how huge the gap between you and me is!"

As soon as the words fell, Mo Hou patted the storage ring, and a huge piece of white paper appeared in front of him.

With his right hand, a three-foot-long paintbrush appeared in the palm of his hand.

"I use the holy qi as ink, and the thousands of troops and horses I draw can kill the Martial Emperor of the Upper Realm!"

"Next, how do you resist?"

Mo Hou sneered, and the rich ghost aura flowed in the space in front of him like ink.

The brush was stained with ink and began to draw on the white paper.

Mo Hou's painting speed was so fast that after he lifted the pen, he didn't even have time to take a breath, and there was a hideous-looking yin snake, which appeared from the white paper, lifelike.

Roar!

When Mo Hou's last stroke fell, the yin snake actually let out a wild roar, and its huge body flew out of the white paper.

"Good means!"

Seeing this scene, Jiang Mo couldn't help but nodded, Mohou's attack method was very rare.

Using pen and paper as soldiers, the thousands of troops drawn can indeed kill the enemy.

However, if you want to kill Jiang Mo with this yin snake, it is far from enough.

The Yin Snake seemed to come from the Nine Hells, and its body exuded a cold demonic aura, and the scales on its body were the size of a palm, and complex lines were intertwined on the scales.

I saw that its huge tail swept away, carrying the momentum of a thousand jun, and bombarded it fiercely.

"Collapse Mountain Fist!"

Jiang Mo drank in a deep voice.

In the face of an attack of this level, he didn't need to use too strong attack methods.

A punch was thrown, and the space burst with a cracking sound.

The giant tail of the Yin Snake collided with Jiang Mo's fist, and suddenly made a dull sound.

Jiang Mo felt that a huge force spread along his palm and spread to his arm.

"It's really a bit of a doorway. Jiang Mo's arm shook slightly, and he removed that strength.

At the same time, cyan flames surged out, enveloping Jiang Mo's fist.

Immediately afterward, he threw another punch.

The majestic fist and the blazing heat of the flame fused together.

This time, it hit the middle of the Yin Snake's body.

Roar......

This time, the Yin Snake let out a deep roar, and then saw that its huge body broke directly from the middle.

The two snake bodies actually burned, and it didn't take long for them to turn into ashes in the sky!

The Heavenly Punishment Ancient Sword was suspended behind him, and Jiang Mo walked towards Mo Hou step by step.

The coercion on his body became stronger and stronger, and when he climbed to the top, even Mo Hou felt a huge pressure, and cold sweat broke out on his body.

"Taking advantage of the time you are fighting against the Yin Snake, I have drawn fifty martial arts masters, see if you can still be defeated!"

When the words fell, I saw Mo Hou splashing ink like splashing ink, spilling a scoop of ink on the long scroll.

Rumble......

At this moment, the picture seemed to be given life.

One after another, the momentum rushing out of the picture scroll.

Fifty martial arts masters flew out of the picture scroll, their qi as if they were a whole, indestructible.

Drawing fifty martial arts masters in one go, even with Mohou's attainments in painting, he couldn't help but feel exhausted, as if he had exhausted his strength.

He took out several pills and threw them into his mouth.

"I always feel that this guy still has hidden hole cards, and I can't take it lightly!"

Mo Hou's eyes flickered for a while, he lifted the paintbrush and cut his meridians, and pure black blood flowed out.

He used black blood as ink and began to brush on the scroll again.

This time, he's going to draw the Shadow Tyrant!

The Shadow Tyrant is a powerful emperor of the Ghost Clan.

Mohou admired this Shadow Tyrant very much, and often painted a portrait of this tyrant in private.

It stands to reason that he drew the Shadow Tyrant to face Jiang Mo, which was a great rebellion.

But now it's different from the past, in order to kill that Terran kid and capture the Nine Songs Holy Spring, I can't take care of so much.

Jiang Mo put his right hand behind him, and looked at the fifty Grandmaster powerhouses with a flat gaze.

If he hadn't deliberately left time for Mo Hou, how could Mo Hou have the opportunity to draw fifty Grandmaster powerhouses.

Jiang Mo just wanted to see what the difference was between the strong people who entered the Tao with paintings.

Only by fighting with different powerhouses in this way can Jiang Mo gain rich experience and gradually realize the essence of the Great Emperor's Realm.

Among those strong people who have entered the realm of the Great Emperor, which one is not experienced in a hundred battles?

However, it is said that these fifty strong grandmasters, their qi and qi are connected to each other, and they move their whole bodies with one shot.

They attacked Jiang Mo at the same time, with a domineering momentum and a burst of murderous opportunities.

If you are not careful, you will be attacked by fifty strong grandmasters.

"Kill!"

These Grandmaster powerhouses let out a cheer from their mouths at the same time, and then, their movements were fast, attacking Jiang Mo.

Block all his retreats to death.

"One Sword Leveling Immortal!"

Jiang Mo took a deep breath, and with a grip of the Heavenly Punishment Ancient Sword, he slashed out one sword light after another, trying to disrupt their formation.

However, these fifty Grandmaster powerhouses are like a whole, unbreakable.

Jiang Mo used several sword moves of the "Qinglian Sword Codex" in a row, but they failed to work, and they joined forces to block it.

"Hahaha, I'll just say, you can't be my opponent!"

"Even these fifty Grandmaster Formations, you can't break them. ”

"Looks like the Shadow Tyrant doesn't need to strike anymore!"

Mo Hou stared at the ordinary Shadow Tyrant and smiled very proudly......

(End of chapter)