A knife

The invincible body that Mo couldn't be proud of was cut open by a short knife

Moreover, this short knife is still his own, but now it is being used by his opponent and has become a sharp weapon to hurt himself.

Black blood dripped on the floor, glowing with a rich corpse gas, extremely corrosive. However, the wood on the floor is a special wood species, and it is also blessed and protected by the power of the formation, unlike the tables and chairs, under the erosion of corpse blood, it still does not lose a bit.

Everyone looked at the field in amazement, and the young man in white hit him casually, but it made the opponent see blood directly. Such a master is definitely a figure on the Supreme List, even if it is not, it is enough to compare with it.

After all, the gray short knife was still condensed by the power of incomprehensible, and after the starlight flickered, it dispersed, and almost no one saw it. Mo couldn't stop it anymore, grabbed the hilt of the knife, and the mana in his palm surged, turning it away.

Mo couldn't calm his face, didn't say a word, his figure flickered, turned into a black whirlwind, and swept over. His hands and feet moved together, like a churning roller, and his whole body became a sharp weapon to kill the enemy, slashing in the air.

The sound of breaking the air suddenly sounded, as if a sword mountain collapsed, and Mo couldn't treat the whole person as a magic weapon, enveloping Su Heng.

Su Heng's palms slowly clenched, and Huo Ran raised a pair of fists, passed through the void, and collided with Mo Wu's hands accurately.

Its weight is like a mountain, and its momentum is like a collapse

The air roared, as if it couldn't bear the weight of the two fists, and was on the verge of shattering. Su Heng slammed a pair of iron fists on it, only to feel that the back of his hand was cold, as if he had hit an iceberg, freezing to the bone marrow.

It was as if the other party was not a person, but a corpse.

Mo couldn't be more uncomfortable, the opponent's fist was powerful, like a sledgehammer striking, knocking his bones all over his body tingling, and then becoming more and more intense. He was horrified in his heart, which was unprecedented.

After the two sides made contact, they did not flinch, but began a never-ending continuous offensive. It can be seen that physical duels are also a strong point, and there are many martial arts that he is proficient in, but unfortunately whenever he wants to use it, he is interrupted by Su Heng, forcing him to collide with him without any fancy.

It's harder than anyone's fist

After fighting fifty or sixty punches, Mo couldn't hold on any longer, and gradually showed his decline. This surprised everyone, the heavenly corpse with the ability to take care of the family had such a messy time.

Su Heng gained the upper hand, and his momentum became more and more vigorous, and he began to open and close, showing the spirit of a king. He didn't seem to regard Mo as an opponent of the same level at all, and began to crush in all directions, and soon took charge of the rhythm of the battle.

Leng Yuewu covered her face, a little unbearable to look at directly. She had seen Su Heng's offensive more than once, as long as the opponent entered his rhythm, he would definitely lose.

It's just that now, facing an opponent at the level of a king, Su Heng doesn't have to be so crazy anymore. He just threw punch after punch with determination, putting his opponent under unspeakable pressure.

At this moment, Mo couldn't be so sad that he was about to vomit blood, he had no rhythm at all, he was completely out of proportion, and he could only passively accept the move. By now, nearly a hundred punches had passed, and he felt that if he continued, both arms would be broken

Mo couldn't know that it was impossible to defeat Su Heng on his own, he looked

At the right time, he raised his breath and said, "Don't look at it, come up and help"

Zuo Zongqing and the three of them glanced at each other and pounced together.

For people like them, worldly controversy is not a constraint on them, and even if it is true, as long as it is won, nothing else matters.

The onlookers sighed, how strong this young man must be to be able to force a king-level master to cry for help in such a short period of time

The four of them finally joined forces, the young man was fearless, laughed long, and was full of pride, "I said, let's fight, don't spoil the scenery here." ”

"Hmph, just hit, I don't care so much about you"

Su Heng didn't say much, but his fist was heavier and faster, and a terrifying fist intent that was invincible and invincible enveloped Mo Wu, shaking it back again and again, not daring to strike it.

Zuo Zongqing and the others rushed over, the void in front of them trembled, and several heavenly monuments suddenly landed, guarding the way and temporarily blocking them.

Although the Heavenly Monument could only block their two or three breaths, it was enough for Su Heng, his body pressed down, and the big fist at the mouth of the bowl covered his head head-on, hitting the plantain like rain, and the shock was so great that he couldn't retreat again and again.

Soon, when Mo couldn't pass through a window, he suddenly realized a fact.

He was knocked out of Qingyun Tower by the other party

"It's a small place inside, so let's go outside and have fun. Su Heng laughed.

The four of them were furious, and the other party's meaning was obvious, if you don't go out to fight, I will force you out and force all four of them out

The rhythm of the battle was firmly in Su Heng's hands, making them extremely uncomfortable.

Zuo Zongqing and the three of them each threw heavy hands, and there was a loud bang, and the heavenly monument was torn apart. The three of them turned into streamers and swept out of the window.

"They're out, hurry up and go out and see"

"What a powerful young man, walking leisurely like one enemy and four enemies, he has been leading the opponent's nose, I don't know which one is on the supreme list. ”

"This kind of good show must not be missed. ”

"Let's go, let's go"

The entire Qingyun Building was almost immediately clean, from the first floor to the sixth floor, it became empty, and many monks did not go through the door, but jumped directly from the window.

On the seventh floor, there were several private rooms facing the battlefield outside, and the owner inside was standing against the window. The rest of the angles were not right, and a few figures quietly swept out.

The monk who was on the street only saw two figures suddenly rushing out of Qingyun Tower while fighting, and every punch could control the world and the flesh, shocking. Then, three more streamers followed, and the aura of the king-level master instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Countless monks in the vicinity raised their heads and watched the battle in the air.

What stunned them was that the battle turned out to be a four-on-one situation, with four king-level masters besieging one

Who was so unlucky to anger the four king-level masters at once, wouldn't they be asking for their own hardships

After that, I saw hundreds of monks rushing out of Qingyun Tower, all of them looking excited, as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, and many people who didn't know about it became more and more confused.

Soon, they realized something was wrong. that

A young man in white who was beaten up seemed to be stronger than the four opponents

The fist shadow is enough, the faster Su Heng's offensive is, Mo can't parry, and seven or eight punches in a row bombarded his chest, so that Mo Can's chest collapsed a few points.

Mo couldn't spit out black blood and flew out.

There was an uproar, and countless eyes looked at the young man in the air in awe. White-clothed and snowy, unstained with dust, he left his legacy independent and amazed Nirvana City.

Zhuo Yi, Kutoutuo, and Zuo Zongqing roared angrily and rushed up together.

This time, Su Heng didn't use the Heavenly Monument to deal with them, he had black light in his left hand and white light in his right hand, swirling black and white qi, and with the stroke of his hands, the black and white qi surrounded his body. The black and white light is uncertain, obscure and unfounded, like water waves flowing, like clouds rolling up, like a breeze supporting willows.

Impermanence, impermanence, impermanence.

With him as the center, the surroundings seemed to become a soft water whirlpool, and as soon as the three king-level masters rushed in, they couldn't extricate themselves

As Su Heng stretched his body, they felt a huge pulling force, strong and strong, irresistible, pulling their figures to sway, losing their center of gravity, dancing with their hands, quite funny.

The three kings were furious, each showing their magical powers, and one after another magic and unknown means hit the young man in the center, how could the black and white qi go around, and those forces were dissolved, to the yin to the soft, and they couldn't hurt the target at all.

The Three Kings were shocked.

If ordinary people suffer such a heavy blow, I am afraid that it will be an unimaginable heavy blow, and the body will be destroyed. But the heavenly corpse lives up to the reputation of sanctification of the flesh, and it is only the collapse of the chest.

Mo couldn't use his divine power, and his whole body flashed with black light, quickly repairing the wound on his chest.

The corpse monk's body didn't seem to be flesh and blood, but just a plastic model, a few wriggles at the crack, and the broken bones were renewed, and it was all right.

Fortunately, Su Heng only suppressed it with the power of pure flesh and did not use the law, otherwise how could it be so easy. But it was precisely because of this that Mo couldn't be even more frightened, he had been forced to use his mana to contend before, but the other party was always barehanded.

Such a person, since he has a grudge, must be eliminated

Thinking of this, he suddenly looked up, but saw that Su Heng was entangled with the three kings, and the three of them seemed to be singing and dancing, and their gestures were natural, like flowing water, and even rich in a sense of beauty, without the slightest hint of fireworks, not like they were fighting at all.

Mo couldn't be dumbfounded, although he didn't know why this happened, but he instinctively sensed that something was wrong, so he didn't rush up, but carefully observed around the battlefield.

But if he doesn't make a move, it doesn't mean that Su Heng will let him go, the black and white qi stretched, and a force was separated, like a long silk belt, which directly swept Mo into the battlefield.

In this way, the young man in white fell into an extremely strange scene with one enemy against four or five people.

Everyone watching the battle looked at each other, and they had never seen such a strange scene. Although it is not as incredible as the Purple Demon King's "soldiers who surrender without a fight", it is equally shocking.

Leng Yuewu did not mix, but stood aside and watched the play.

This is what Su Heng had told her in advance, that he would use these people as whetstones, sharpen his newly realized supernatural powers, and slowly comprehend the power of both rigidity and softness in the battle. div

Heavenly Rebellion

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