The change in the battle situation was a little sudden, and it was even more staggering, originally thought that Song Qingzhu, who played his hole cards, would be able to wipe out Zhang Mochen in one fell swoop, but not only did the devastating trend not appear, but the former was hit hard.

Compared with the expressions of the coalition forces, Chen Jingnan and the others were completely shocked, but after the shock, they were extremely fanatical and excited.

"This kid is so fucking strong!"

Where can Zhang Mochen control everyone's minds, in the face of an opponent like Song Qingzhu, he must not give him a chance to breathe, he understands the truth that adult illness kills people, or that sometimes Zhang Mochen is more ruthless than Song Qingzhu.

Kindness to one's enemies is the greatest cruelty to oneself.

Ignoring the weakness caused by the lightning attack, Zhang Mochen's feet slammed on the ground again, and the strength of his whole body was concentrated on his right fist, which looked a little tender, but the green tendons burst and protruded, and the gray vitality flowed rolling and flowing, tearing the air and blasting away.

Song Qingzhu struggled to get up, the metallic luster on his skin was much darker, and there were obvious blood stains on the corners of his mouth, but those vicious eyes were blood-red. He has been regarded as the proud son of heaven since he was a child, and now he has fallen into such a field, shame and resentment, so that after he roared, he rushed out like crazy again.

The fists hit head-on, and the sound of bones breaking could be faintly heard, but this faint crisp sound belonged to Song Qingzhu. Zhang Mochen was no better, facing Song Qingzhu's almost crazy punch, the sleeves on his arms were suddenly shattered, turning into fragments and flying in all directions.

Obviously, the two people who killed the red eye didn't take these things to heart at all, and at the moment when the two fists separated, they launched an offensive again.

"Die!"

Song Qingzhu roared and roared, and his other fist smashed hard at Zhang Mochen's chest.

Close hand-to-hand combat, coupled with extremely fast attack speed, Zhang Mochen had no time or space to dodge, but he saw that his eyes sank, and the muscles of his whole body suddenly tensed, and while preparing to take this punch, his left leg supported the ground with one leg, and his right leg swept away at Song Qingzhu's waist.

"Bang!"

The punch and leg attacks fell at the same time, and the two dull superimposed together, making it even more deafening.

Zhang Mochen spewed out a mouthful of blood mist and retreated sharply, leaving a pit on the ground that could submerge the surface of his feet with each step back.

had already eaten Zhang Mochen's heavy punch, and now he was hit by another leg, and Song Qingzhu was once again like a kite with a broken string, flying upside down in the air. A lot of blood turned even a torrential rain into a rain of blood.

"Bang!"

Crossing an arc in the air, Song Qingzhu slammed into the ground, the pits appeared, and the mud splashed everywhere.

Song Qingzhu struggled to get up and knelt on one knee, compared to the two serious injuries on his body, the monstrous hatred in his heart was the real reason why his eyes were blood-red. However, after all, it was not an impregnable wall, and the left knee, which was trying to get off the ground, struggled for a while, and then slammed down again, and at the same time, a mouthful of red erupted again.

The chest was also overturned, and he felt that his internal organs were vibrating violently, but Zhang Mochen did not make any buffer, and with the anger in his heart, he gritted his teeth and rushed out again.

"Little beast, you dare!" Ying Lao shouted urgently, and his figure disappeared in place in an instant.

"Old horseman, I haven't played enough. Let's see how long your secret method can last!" Chen Jingnan snorted coldly, and the Butterfly Transformation Sword shone brightly again.

"Patriarch Shi, the two brothers of the Song family, stop those two beasts, and Patriarch Wang and I will quickly kill Zhang Mochen. Li Fengying shouted loudly and took the lead in launching.

"The two patriarchs of the dignified hall actually shot at a junior, which makes people laugh!" Fan Xun scolded, and burst out at the same time.

With the high-level fighting of the two sides, the fierce group battle kicked off again. The earth-shattering killing cry and the roaring beast roar have once again become the main theme of this space.

The strength shown by Zhang Mochen is full of deterrence, even if the injury is not light now, but the black wolf, Long Jiu and others still dare not take the initiative to provoke, and the current Zhang Mochen is no longer something they can compete with.

The tragic battle continued, but no one came to intervene, Zhang Mochen ran with his feet, throwing up countless muddy water, and there was only Song Qingzhu in his murderous eyes.

"Die!"

Zhang Mochen roared, and the fist that broke through the wind not only carried unparalleled strength, but also contained his monstrous resentment. Although the Zhang family's current situation is said to be done by Li Fengying, the Song family is the real culprit, without the Song family's backer, how dare Li Fengying touch the Zhang family?

Song Qingzhu's eyes were blood-red, and the breath that erupted between his noses was extremely hot, but anger couldn't change anything at all, and now he could only watch the fist like a cannonball bomb blast fiercely.

"Boom!"

A loud bang exploded again, and Zhang Mochen's right fist suddenly opened its flesh, and bright red quickly poured out.

The strength of this punch can be imagined.

Song Qingzhu rubbed the ground and fell away, knocking over all the huge demon beast corpses along the way.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of hot blood mixed with some broken internal organs spurted out, the blood red in Song Qingzhu's pupils gradually disappeared, and his breath also withered a little bit, as the body gradually changed back to its original size, the metal-like skin had no luster at all, and finally cracked into pieces, and there was nothing with the weather.

At this moment, Song Qingzhu only had the faint breath between his snorts.

Li Fengying's face changed greatly, if Song Qingzhu really died, the Song family would not let him go, even if the two families were in-laws.

With a bite of his back teeth, he shot out a palm at Fan Xun, and Li Fengying, who was rushing forward, suddenly changed direction and went straight to Zhang Mochen.

"Little brute, die!"

With a tight heart, Fan Xun chased after him, but in those solemn eyes, Wang Xuansong's figure appeared again in the next second.

"Mochen, be careful!" Fan Xun exclaimed.

The powerful coercion came to his face, and Zhang Mochen, who was running, raised his head slightly, but then the speed under his feet was a few points faster, and he blasted towards Song Qingzhu.

Seeing that Zhang Mochen didn't pay attention to himself at all, and continued to kill Song Qingzhu desperately, Li Fengying's face was shocked, and after shouting angrily, he even pulled out a trace of afterimage in the torrential rain.

The fist roared, the pressed air crackled, and Zhang Mochen punched out, facing Song Qingzhu's door.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, Zhang Mochen suddenly retreated sharply, looked at the figure in front of him, and couldn't help frowning, "It's still a step slower!"

Li Fengying endured the sharp pain in his arm, and also took a few steps back, but when he saw the dying Song Qingzhu behind him, he exhaled slightly.

"Zhang Mochen, you can't help but be too ruthless, right?" Turning his gaze back, Li Fengying's face became extremely indifferent at the same time.

"If it was me who fell to the ground, would you still say this?" Zhang Mochen replied with a light smile, but those eyes were serious and solemn, the middle-level Yuan Master was not comparable to the Junior Yuan Master at all, even Song Qingzhu, who had dual yuan power, this was a complete level suppression. What's more, the lightning attack has already been used once, and with Zhang Mochen's current strength, he can't urge it again in a short period of time.

Zhang Mochen's eyes moved slightly, his face was a little ugly, how could Chen Jingnan and the others not know the situation here, they were desperately trying to get rid of the opponent and come to help, but Ying Lao and the others were like ghosts, and they couldn't get rid of it at all. The Ape King was even distracted, and he ate a heavy blow from the two Yuan Masters of the Song family.

"Don't look at it, no one can save you, today, you have to die!" Li Fengying's eyes gradually became vicious, the aura of the middle-level Yuan Master completely exploded, and the lion fought the rabbit with all his strength, not to mention that the current Zhang Mochen was enough for him to pay attention to.

In the next second, Li Fengying rose into the air on the spot, and the Fengyue Sword, whose prestige was not weaker than Zhang Tianfeng's Golden Dragon Sword, drew a series of cold lights in the air, and at the same time as the cold light disappeared, a crescent moon condensed out of thin air, looking extremely sharp, and with a burst of shouts, it was completely blocked against Zhang Mochen.

The Li family's Zhen clan stunt Zhang Mochen had already been taught, but the several illusory vitality in front of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion had now become an overwhelming crescent moon condensation. Zhang Mochen's brows furrowed together.

The wind pressure on his face became stronger and stronger, and his skin began to shake layer by layer, but at the moment of life and death, Zhang Mochen slowly closed his eyes, as quiet as a virgin.

Father's kind smile, Zhang Moran's bright eyes, Wang Yuyan's haggard face at the hundred-table banquet, and Lei Hong's hearty laughter that can no longer be heard appeared in his mind over and over again, Zhang Mochen took a deep breath, and his fists gradually clenched.

The wind twisted his long hair, the torrential rain hit his cheeks, and as his chest rose and fell more and more violently, the violent breath vibrated around Zhang Mochen's body.

If the sky wants to crush me, I will break the sky, the earth will restrain me, I will crush the earth, for the sake of my relatives, I am not afraid of the world!

The inner roar, the eyes opened violently, and in addition to the tenacity and unyielding, it was a frenzy that made people's blood boil, Zhang Mochen looked up to the sky and roared, and the aura of the junior master completely exploded, and in the next second, he rushed straight away.

"Kill!"