A slightly immature figure swooped in, swinging its arms in the air, the dragon chant exploded, and a black dragon circled down from the black sky, heading straight for Shi Hongbo.

"It's ink dust, ink dust is not dead!! Zhang Tianbing was the first to recognize it, when the surprise sound was completely spread, the lifeless ink door erupted into a shocking shout, you know, they always thought that Zhang Mochen was blown away by Shi Hongbo's palm, and the bones were gone.

I didn't expect that there was such a strong person in Ninghai City, Shi Hongbo cut off the connection with the black light, held back his surprise and slapped his backhand, and the powerful air flow collided with the black dragon in an instant, earth-shattering, and the aftermath was terrifying.

Although he blocked the black dragon's attack, Shi Hongbo failed to take the lives of Tan Lin and Miao Anfeng, because when the black light was about to kill, a burly figure blocked in front of the latter.

"Second, second brother, !!" tears instantly filled her eyes, Zhang Tianbing was extremely excited, her voice was trembling, in her opinion, the sky finally opened her eyes, not only Zhang Mochen returned as the king, but even Zhang Tianfeng, who disappeared early, was safe and sound.

The sudden change made Shi Hongbo's old eyes tremble, and he shouted coldly: "Who is coming?"

Zhang Mochen didn't answer, at the moment he landed, his right hand grabbed in the air, Wufeng turned into a body shuttle, stepped on the ground and took off again, flying and rushing, gray light was sheng, a burst of shouts, and he raised his sword to slash.

Shi Hongbo snorted coldly, and while his figure retreated, his fingertips coiled black, and a black shot out, but it was no longer a pillar of light, but condensed into a death scythe.

'Boom!'

A deafening roar followed, and the black heavy sword and the Death Scythe held out in midair. This also made Shi Hongbo see Zhang Mochen's face clearly, and his face was stunned.

"It's you!"

With a sneering smile, his sword eyebrows sank, and Zhang Mochen injected an even more violent earth element force into Wufeng, and the Death Scythe suddenly trembled violently.

Stunned to stunned, but the facts were in front of him, Shi Hongbo reluctantly accepted the facts, while pinching his fingers, the death scythe that was about to collapse was the first to expose itself, and the powerful coercion accompanied by a rich death aura completely enveloped this space.

For the people of Momen, Yu Wei can be defended, but death qi cannot be resisted. Zhang Mochen turned the Yuan Force into suction, directing all the black light scattered in the sky towards himself, and at the same time, blocking Wufeng in front of his chest, resisting the impact of the self-exposure of the Death Scythe.

Landing steadily, Zhang Mochen stood with a sword horizontally, his eyes were cold, and there was no buzzing of the blade.

Shi Hongbo also fell back to the ground, locked tightly in front of him, the surprise in his eyes was still not eliminated, it must have been that Zhang Mochen had almost no power to fight back in front of him, but when he saw that all the dead air had submerged into Zhang Mochen's eyebrows, the corners of his serious mouth raised a disdainful sneer.

"You're still alive!"

Dead breath entered his body, his face turned dark, Zhang Mochen carried Wufeng on his shoulder, wiped the tip of his nose with his thumb, and replied coldly: "Your old dog is not dead, how can I go first, master?"

"I admit that you are enough to make me pay attention to it now, but it's a pity that you are invaded by death qi......" Shi Hongbo was not provoked, however, he was stunned before he could speak, because Zhang Mochen's face was gradually returning to normal. "This, how is it possible?!"

"Old dog, isn't it a surprise?" Although he is not afraid of death, it will take a while to dissolve, and the reason why Zhang Mochen and Shi Hongbo have a few words is to take the opportunity to mobilize the mutation force to corrode the death.

"It's a surprise!" Shi Hongbo narrowed his eyes, and his solemn expression returned to his face, he regretted why he didn't kill Zhang Mochen completely with ruthlessness.

"The bigger surprise is still to come!" Zhang Mochen smiled coldly, the internal disease has been eliminated, so let's start the war again, otherwise how can the war in my heart subside?

"Suffer death!" The sneer was followed by a thunderous roar, and Zhang Mochen dragged Wufeng to the ground and ran rapidly, rubbing long fire marks along the road.

"Arrogant little bastard, where does you get your confidence?" Shi Hongbo scolded at the corner of his mouth, and the Death Scythe reappeared, but it was no longer an illusion, but extremely real, and the next second he rushed in the air and rushed forward.

The two sides were entangled in an instant, there was no destroying side, nor was there a completely defeated side, only fierce and inseparable fights.

Hand-to-hand combat relies on a ruthlessness, and the sentence of fist fear is obviously not suitable for Shi Hongbo, even if the black death qi has no effect on Zhang Mochen, but he who stepped into the middle-level Yuan King with half a foot has a level advantage, and the old Long Zhong burst out with amazing combat power.

The gap between levels cannot be crossed, except for Zhang Mochen, with the power of Wufeng and the violence of the earth element, Zhang Mochen is becoming more and more courageous, and even if he takes a blow, he will fight back desperately. is ruthless, he Zhang Mochen has never lost!

The two sides come and go, there is no gorgeousness of the Yuan Technique, only the head-on collision of real knives and real guns, what surprised Zhang Mochen was that the Death Scythe was also extraordinary, if it wasn't for the fact that he had no blade in his hand, he would have been defeated.

Another comet collided with the Earth, and the two were finally temporarily separated.

His chest rose and fell violently, colliding with the real Yuan King for the first time, Zhang Mochen's eyes were dripping with excitement in addition to the monstrous war.

His hair was a little messy, and Shi Hongbo was no longer an untouchable immortal on the altar, which could be seen from the fist footprints on his body, at this time, in the eyes of Zhang Mochen, the murderous and vicious aura was unprecedentedly strong.

"Boy, I admit that you are very strong, so strong that I am jealous, but if you are all there is, you will die today!"

"I said, don't you people who think you are strong like to talk nonsense? If you want to beat up, you will kill yourself and apologize. ”

"Hmph, give a little sunshine and it will be bright, then the old man will let you see what the gap is. ”

"Then fight, never die!"

The Death Scythe turned into black gas and submerged into the center of his eyebrows, Shi Hongbo's breath suddenly soared, and a black and red vortex was pulled out in front of him, and one by one the skeletons were impatient with loneliness, and rushed out one after another, so that on the surface of the whirlpool, hideous grimaces continued to protrude.

Inserting Wufeng into the ground, the gray was extinguished, the yellow light was sheng, Zhang Mochen urged all the Yuan generals to become a realm, and the air around him first surged, and a moment later formed a rapid whirlwind.

The accumulation of both sides pushed the atmosphere of the audience to a climax, everyone was silent, the atmosphere did not come out, and only the eyes did not turn their eyes and treated each other in surprise to reflect the suffocating tension in their hearts.

"With my blood, sacrifice to my ghost clan, all ghosts haunt, gods and Buddhas are punished. Shi Hongbo's arms stirred the whirlpool, and there were words in his mouth, and after a while, his hands shook, and the sea of skeleton blood suddenly surged out of the whirlpool, the same Yuan Technique, the breath was thicker, the dead air was more gloomy, and the coercion was more majestic, "Punish the gods and destroy the Buddha, go!"

Ten thousand ghosts pounced, howling in their ears, Zhang Mochen's sword eyebrows in the whirlwind frowned, and a burst of shouts stirred up a whirlwind to the sky, and the vast whirlpool suddenly appeared under the black sky, as if the heavens had broken through the hole, lightning and thunder, and the power of heaven poured.

"Whether it's gods or ghosts, how can they escape the order of heaven and earth?" Zhang Mochen looked at the surging sea of skull blood, slowly stretched out his thumb, and the vast whirlpool above his head suddenly rumbled, and in an instant, a giant golden finger emerged, "Three-fingered annihilation, go!"

The sea of blood swept in, the giant finger crushed, and when the loud sound of tearing the sky completely broke out, the golden thumb was inserted into the many skeletons like a needle of the sea god, and the golden shock wave instantly drowned the black and red colors, and under this, the ghost cried wolf howl endlessly, which was the sad cry of the ghost before the soul was scattered.

As soon as his chest sank, Shi Hongbo fell backwards, and he never dreamed that he would be defeated when he stepped into the middle-level Yuan King with half a foot.

The Bloody Clothes Sect was dead silent, especially Shi Xiaoyang, his eyes were completely occupied by astonishment, if he could turn back time, he would never provoke Zhang Mochen, a demon who defended the sky, because of a small dragon beard grass, but unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in this world.

In the past month, relatives and friends have died countless battles, and even half an hour ago, they were still preparing to go to Huangquan together, when Shi Hongbo slammed into the ground, Momen erupted into a mountain and sea of screams, and the turning point of great sorrow and joy made them choke with excitement after a heart-rending roar.

Compared with the people in Momen, Zhang Mochen's brows have not yet been untied, the treatment must be cured, the murder must be killed, and the next second when the whirlwind dissipated, he drew his sword and rushed straight to Shi Hongbo.

"Little bastard, look for death!" Seeing Zhang Mochen chasing after him, Shi Hongbo forcibly suppressed the disordered aura in his body, and the death sickle reappeared, and he was annoyed and angry and faced it head-on.

Kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself, Zhang Mochen did not hold it up, nor did he dare to hold it up, he piled up all the millions of catties of force in his palm, held it high without a blade, and slashed it violently, so that this collision did not stalemate, and directly split the sickle and smashed it heavily on Shi Hongbo's right shoulder.

A miserable scream spread in the night sky, even more miserable than a ghost howl, Shi Hongbo rubbed the ground and fell out of more than ten meters, leaving a deep ravine, and the entire right arm was nowhere to be seen, only the cold air and the black blood spurted out.

A half-step middle-level Yuan King was cut off by a young man who only had the realm of Yuan General Dacheng, if this was spread, there would be another joke in the rivers and lakes, but, at this time, Shi Hongbo couldn't manage so much, compared with his life, his reputation was not worth mentioning, and the first thought in his chaotic mind was to escape, but how could Zhang Mochen do what he wanted?

Rushing forward with an arrow step, Zhang Mochen trampled Shi Hongbo under his feet, and Wu Feng was even more on his neck.

"Kill him, kill him......."

The sadness and anger in my heart turned into a roar that shook the sky and resounded in the night sky, how eager all the people of Momen were to use Shi Hongbo's head to pay tribute to their relatives and friends who died in battle, but the scene of the sword falling in hand did not appear.

Stepping on Shi Hongbo, the sword frame throat, Zhang Mochen's eyes locked on the black sky in the distance, and a pair of sword eyebrows could not be stretched from beginning to end.

"If you don't come out again, this old dog will really die!"

Everyone was puzzled, and when they followed Zhang Mochen's gaze, their hearts trembled inexplicably, because in the seemingly unremarkable night, there was suddenly an incomparably powerful aura.