One left and one right, all smashed at people's brains.

If it really hits, it will definitely burst out of the red, white and white brains.

Mo Wang, who had been sitting in a wheelchair, slowly raised his eyes.

He didn't do anything, he just glanced at Captain Tu so coldly.

Captain Tu's whole body immediately stiffened, like falling into an ice cave, and his arm holding the sledgehammer was only half an inch away from the heads of the two sloppy soldiers.

He felt like he was frozen.

Can't move half a minute at all!

What's going on?

Is this a demon law?

Captain Tu didn't understand it at all, he tried his best to break through this shackle, but unfortunately, the harder he hit and resisted, the stronger the stuffiness in his chest, and in the end, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The two hammers in his hands also hung down weakly.

This scene is familiar.

Yun Chengcheng thought hard for a while, and immediately remembered that when he went to the Zulong Auction House for the first time, Yun Qing'er was disrespectful to himself and the beauty master, and the beauty master just glanced at Yun Qing'er, Yun Qing'er couldn't move, broke out in a cold sweat and vomited blood, and in the end she suffered serious internal injuries.

How similar!

Could it be that when a master fights, he doesn't need to use his hands, just a look?

"You-"

Although this Captain Tu vomited blood, because of the cultivation of the Great Soul Martial Master, it was much stronger than the original Yun Qing'er foundation, so he could barely hold on.

He turned his head, his eyes bloodshot, glaring viciously in the direction where King Mo was, and roared, "It's you crippled ghost, isn't it?" Do you really think that this Phoenix is your world as it was in the past? Stop dreaming! The current city lord and boss are my eldest brother Tu drunk! ”

"So what?"

King Mo looked indifferent, and with a contemptuous look of a god overlooking the humble mortal, he glanced at Captain Tu, "You don't have to kneel in front of this king, wagging your tail and begging for mercy. ”

As soon as the words fell.

The Ink King snapped his fingers into the air.

There was a crisp "pop".

The ligament meridians in Captain Tu's knees were directly broken, and blood splattered out.

The heart-rending pain from his knees made him completely unable to control his center of gravity, and as soon as his knees weakened, he knelt down in front of Mo Bai.

"Puff"

The sound of kneeling on the ground is also very heavy.

Even a bluestone slab was smashed open by his blood-stained knee.

It can be seen that this snap of his fingers not only broke the ligament meridians of his knee, but also filled with invisible pressure, making his shoulders extremely heavy, unable to raise his head at all, and even his head was forced to knock down.

Captain Tu was terrified.

He trembled, on the one hand, in pain, and on the other, in fear.

He has always been arrogant and domineering, completely relying on the momentum of General Tu, and no one dares to do anything to him, this time, he really hit a hard stubble.

I thought that King Mo was a cripple, and he would definitely not be able to cultivate it, but who would have thought that it would be so terrible?

To make a Great Soul Martial Master make such a humiliating kneeling and kowtowing posture, it is conceivable how terrifying the other party's cultivation is, and it must be more than one level higher than him.

Last night, Brother Tu Zui also said that even if King Mo's cripple came, he was not to be afraid.

They underestimated the enemy!

"So, now, which of us is the cripple. Well? ”