After the black phantom fused, it only stopped for a moment before it exploded.

At the same time, a loud roar rang out, and where Jiang Mo was standing, violent energy ripples suddenly swept over, and his body was directly swept in.

Bang, bang, bang!

Jiang Mo's body was swept into that energy storm, and then he was thrown into the distance.

Poof---

After being thrown out by the storm, Jiang Mo suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body was like a kite with a broken string, falling down.

The black water swamp below had already been blasted out of several huge pits, and Jiang Mo fell into a huge pit, and his breath was very sluggish.

Seeing this scene, Jia Lang reached out with his right hand, and the chain spear flew out upside down and fell into his hand.

"I told you to be restrained, in that case, maybe you can avoid the pain of this flesh and skin!" Jia Lang looked at Jiang Mo condescendingly, his face full of smug smiles.

Jiang Mo has too many secrets on him, and capturing him and bringing him back to the Wuji Temple must be a great achievement.

"Ahem......" Jiang Mo clutched his chest and coughed violently, the corners of his mouth overflowing with red blood foam.

His dark eyes stared at Jia Lang and never moved away.

The Yuan Force in the dantian flowed into his chest along the meridians, and his chest slowly rose and fell, preparing for the final blow.

Demon chanting, this is Jiang Mo's last resort, and if he uses it unexpectedly, it will make Jia Lang lose his mind for a moment.

Jia Lang's momentary loss of consciousness was Jiang Mo's last time to fight back, if Jiang Mo could seize the opportunity, he could be seriously injured, or even kill Jia Lang directly.

Jiang Mo is just gambling, betting that Jia Lang doesn't have much defense against himself at the moment.

"If you become a king or lose a coward, you want to kill or chop, and you will listen to it. Jiang Mo glanced at Jia Lang, and immediately turned his head, the purpose of his doing this was to lower Jia Lang's vigilance.

"Hehe, he's a kid with a lot of personality!" Jia Lang smiled, he reached out with his big hand and grabbed towards Jiang Mo.

"It's now!" Jiang Mo's afterglow kept falling on Jia Lang's body, and the moment he stretched out his palm, the Yuan Force in Jiang Mo's chest was boiling.

Roar---

Jiang Mo turned around suddenly, his mouth opened, and a piercing sound wave suddenly swept towards Jia Lang.

Jia Lang's body staggered, and the demon chant roared in his mind, making him feel like the world was spinning at that moment.

The blow worked, Jiang Mo slapped his backhand behind him, and with the help of the force of the shock, he faced Jia Lang, his fists clenched, and the mountain collapse fist was urged out and smashed into Jia Lang's head.

At the same time, the Heavenly Punishment Ancient Sword was also under the control of Jiang Mo's divine thoughts, and slashed towards Jia Lang's back.

The Avalanche Fist and the Thousand Miles Imperial Sword were sacrificed at the same time, and for a while, the momentum was not weak!

Even if he was seriously injured, Jiang Mo's speed was still not slow, and his fist wind shrouded him, causing Jia Lang's complexion to change drastically!

"Not good!" Jia Lang was shocked in his heart, and immediately bit the tip of his tongue, and his head instantly sobered up.

However, it was still a little late, and Jiang Mo's pair of iron-like fists were already blasting towards his head.

Looking at this posture, if he is hit, even if Jia Lang does not die, he will have to shed his skin.

"Cunning boy!" Jia Lang scolded angrily, and then his body twisted at an incredible angle, trying to avoid the punch that came at him.

Bang, bang, snort---

Even if Jia Lang pushed his life-saving ability to the extreme, he was still hit in the right shoulder by Jiang Mo's fists, his head dodged Jiang Mo's fist, but his right shoulder was bombarded to a bloody blur.

At the same time, the Heavenly Punishment Ancient Sword also slashed at his back, his clothes were torn, and a blood mark a foot long appeared from Jia Lang's back.

Jia Lang didn't entangle with Jiang Mo, after dodging the fatal blow, he quickly retreated, and the speed of escaping like that was several times faster than Jiang Mo!

The distance between the two was instantly stretched dozens of feet away, and Jia Lang looked at Jiang Mo with palpitations, and was shocked!

"It's a pity!" Seeing Jia Lang fleeing, Jiang Mo knew that he still underestimated the strength of the six-star martial monarch, and wanted to kill Jia Lang, which was really not so easy.

"Bastard boy, you have a lot of hidden methods! Lao Tzu almost capsized in the gutter!" Jia Lang scolded in shock and anger.

Jiang Mo held the Heavenly Punishment Ancient Sword and looked at Jia Lang a little weakly, this time, he really squeezed out the last trace of strength in his body.

"Don't pretend there, Lao Tzu will never give you the slightest chance to turn over this time!" Jiang Mo's pale face, in Jia Lang's opinion, was a kind of disguise, he was already frightened by Jiang Mo's desperate counterattack just now.

When the words fell, Jia Lang shook the chain spear in his hand and stabbed towards Jiang Mo.

The fierce and ferocious spear pierced the air, enveloping Jiang Mo's body, and he had no way out.

"Are you going to fall here?" Jiang Mo desperately urged the last trace of strength in his body, trying to resist the terrifying attack.

The speed of the gun was extremely fast, and it appeared in front of Jiang Mo in an instant, destroying the defense that Jiang Mo had managed to organize in an instant.

At this moment, a thunderous sound suddenly spread from the sky.

A majestic giant fist directly smashed the already crumbling Xuanmu Lock Yuan Array, and then penetrated the space and smashed on top of the fierce spear.

Boom!

The giant fist shattered the spear away, and then slammed into the stunned Jia Lang unabated.

The spear that condensed the six-star martial monarch was broken so easily.

Jiang Mo was a little shocked, he raised his head and looked not far away.

There was a middle-aged man in ordinary clothes standing there, and at this time, the middle-aged man was maintaining a punch posture.

Obviously, the punch that seemed ordinary, but was actually amazingly powerful and saved Jiang Mo, was released by this middle-aged man.

Bang!

Jia Lang tried his best to block the power of that punch, but he failed to do so, and the giant fist fell on Jia Lang's chest like a bamboo.

The surging force like a mountain torrent poured all over Jia Lang's body, instantly smashing his sternum into collapse, and a mouthful of blood mixed with internal organs spurted out like money.

The middle-aged man in ordinary clothes, with a random punch, caused Jia Lang, who was a six-star martial artist, to retreat with serious injuries.

How strong should this middle-aged man be?

The four black-robed people who urged the formation base had already been implicated because the formation was broken, and they couldn't afford to be seriously injured at the moment.

In other words, this middle-aged man just punched and injured a full five martial monarch powerhouses, including a six-star martial monarch!

"You don't have to be surprised, I don't like the people of this Martial Pole Temple, so I will attack them. ”

The middle-aged man walked slowly towards Jiang Mo and explained with a smile.

(End of chapter)