Halfway up the mountain, the mysterious power surges, the swords fight, and the murderous spirit is soaring.

Walking to the heights, there was a mountain cliff, and at this time Wei Mo had been forced to the edge of the cliff by Lin Cang.

"Hmph, you still have a hard mouth when you die!" Lin Cang saw that he was recognized, and he no longer disguised, so he simply ripped off his mask.

"That's right, manly man, isn't it bright and upright to die?"

Feeling the powerful aura emanating from the other party's body, he felt as if dozens of sharp flying knives were constantly flying and slicing through his body.

Both of them knew that he was bluffing, and Lin Cang naturally didn't take him seriously at all. But Vemo had to act like this, even though he knew the gap between them.

No way, the other party's strength is too strong. How strong? Wei Mo couldn't even see it!

Just judging from the aura on Lin Cang's body, his strength is not much worse than Wei Tianke. You must know that during this time, Wei Tianke accompanied Wei Mo to practice, and he had never been less combat-oriented.

Wei Mo was a first-order five-fold martial cultivator, and even if he cultivated both spiritual and martial arts, he couldn't fight against an opponent who had crossed an entire great realm.

Lin Cang ignored him, his arms shook, and he ran the Hundred Waves and Thousands of Surging Strength Method. Suddenly, he saw layers of strong waves tumbling out of his body, forming a mist in an instant.

A strong wave of air stirred the air around him, and the wind howled. is also a hundred waves, and his palm technique is much more terrifying than Lin Lun.

Lin Cang stared at Wei Mo coldly, his eyes were extremely uncomfortable, as if Wei Mo was already a dead corpse.

"Wait!" Wei Mo shouted.

"What tricks are you doing?" Lin Cang stopped his movements and asked in a cold voice.

Wei Mo sighed with a sad face: "Hey, since both horizontal and vertical are dead, Second Young Master, you have to let me die clearly, right? Say, why do you have to kill me? It's not because I defeated your brother, right? Also, what kind of black silver shovel handle you just talked about? I've never heard of it." ”

Lin Cang's eyes narrowed slightly, he looked Wei Mo up and down, and said secretly in his heart: "Looking at this kid's appearance, it doesn't look like a lie, could it be that he really doesn't know what the black silver shovel handle is?"

"It's okay, my Lin family never does things secretly......" Lin Cang said.

Wei Mo nodded vigorously, and said very approvingly: "That's right, you never sneak around, such as sneaking into the camp, bullying the small with the big, this kind of bullshit is all done by the turtle grandson." ”

Lin Cang's face suddenly turned red, and most of his palm strength was scattered, and he was so angry that he almost vomited blood. This kid's strength is not good, but his kung fu is first-class.

"Do you listen or not?" Lin Cang asked.

Wei Mo stuck out his tongue and grinned: "Okay, I'll just reluctantly make it ugly!"

"I'm~" Lin Cang was half angry again, it was obvious that he was begging for a reason to die, but now he was begging him?

"Tell me quickly!" Wei Mo urged, carefully observing his surroundings.

It was not as stable as it seemed on the surface, and below the cliff, the cold air flow swirled upward, but it strangely disappeared into the high part of the cliff. Since Wei Mo was close to the cliff, he could feel it, but Lin Cang didn't notice it.

It was hard for Wei Mo to guess whether this side of the cliff was more dangerous, or the guy on the other side was more dangerous.

Lin Cang huffed angrily, and said quickly: "You are here to hunt the Phantom Rock Python, right? It's really ridiculous, how can there be a Phantom Rock Python here? The so-called python skin is the bait we dropped. The news about the Phantom Rock Python was also spread by us. All of you are going to die here today. Especially you and Wei Tianke~ As for the black silver shovel handle, it has nothing to do with you, it doesn't matter if you know it or not, it doesn't matter if you have it or not. ”

When Wei Mo heard this, his heart sank: "Oh no, Uncle Tianke, don't be fooled!"

After speaking, Lin Cang sneered: "Now that you know the cause and effect, let's go on the road with peace of mind!"

After saying that, he boosted his Xuan power again, and his fierce palm power spread out, surging like a wave, and pounced on Wei Mo.

Not to be outdone, Wei Mo stomped on his feet and bounced up with a thud.

"Animal, try the master's iron and stone fist!" He clenched his two fists tightly, and the vinegar bowl fist was wrapped in a fierce wind, and smashed into the opponent's head.

At this time, Wei Mo had already put life and death aside, and the attack was out of order. He only used the strength of the Iron and Stone Fist, but he did not follow its moves at all. In his opinion, no matter what kind of martial arts it is, as long as it can hurt the opponent, it is a stunt.

"You're not afraid of death!" Lin Cang let out a mocking sneer in the palm of his hand.

"Entering is also death, retreating is also death, why does the young master want to be a shrinking turtle? Even if he dies today, he must be tied to the vajra wooden stack and die hard!" Wei Mo gritted his teeth.

The two figures, wrapped in a strong wind, hedged against each other like lightning, getting closer and closer.

At this moment, suddenly there was a roar from under the cliff.

The roar was so loud that it was as if there was a drum bigger than a mountain, and it was being beaten violently. The sound is like thunder, constantly echoing in the Lancôme Mountains.

"Roar!" roared with endless rage, like a person who has been disturbed in a deep sleep is throwing a tantrum.

Wei Mo, Lin Cang, and even the people who were fighting between the camps on the mountainside were all stunned and looked towards the cliff.

I saw that a black mist rose rapidly, and the light on the entire mountain top instantly dimmed, as if falling into the dark night.

The black mist emits a strong fishy smell, which makes people sick when they smell it, and there is also a top-heavy phenomenon.

The two closest people to the cliff reacted the most violently.

"Poof!" Lin Cang spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his entire palm power was sealed in his body by the black mist blowing in, jumping around like a headless fly, hitting his limbs and bones.

He didn't expect that this palm not only didn't hurt Wei Mo, but instead caused himself to be seriously injured.

Lin Cang fell to his knees on one knee and looked in horror at the black mist blowing up from under the cliff. In the black mist, there was a huge shadow coiling, a pair of scarlet angry eyes, staring at them through the black mist, cold and suffocating.

Wei Mo didn't get much better, his body suddenly fell from mid-air, and his eyes were full of Venus Qi and blood. Fortunately, he had spiritual power to support his body, and he hurriedly used his spiritual power to seal the pores of his body, so as to avoid being disturbed by the poisonous mist.

"What's that?" Wei Mo was so creeped by those eyes that he couldn't stop screaming.

Soon they knew what it was, and with another roar, the thing burst out of the fog.

The wind was blowing, filling Veemo's ears, and he suspected that he was deaf.

The wind was blowing, it was as painful as a knife cut, and the fishy smell penetrated into the nostrils, no different from the hot boiling oil rushing in.

For a moment, Wei Mo and Lin Cang both felt that there were countless needles pricked all over their bodies, and they drilled into their bodies hard. The severe pain of the bone-loving body makes them unbearable.

Yet nothing compares to what they see.

Everyone was stunned, and the three souls were so frightened that they disappeared.

"So, what is that?" Lin Cang said dumbfoundedly.

Wei Mo's eyes widened, and his eyeballs were about to fall out.