Every second that passed, a few or even dozens of people and demon beasts would fall in a pool of blood. Whether it is Zhang Mochen or Song Daiyu, their thoughts are the same, that is, to capture the thief and capture the king first, and end this tragic battle as soon as possible.

Giant palm prints, ground-level intermediate exercises, middle-level yuan will be triggered, and the power is terrifying. Although Zhang Mochen was only a high-level Yuan Master, that ancient giant finger was a ground-level high-level exercise, and his power and momentum were not lost at all.

The tension of the deer's hand making the coercive air even more suffocating.

Under countless pairs of frightened and nervous gazes, the giant fingers and palm prints finally collided together, and the sound of explosions that shattered the sky swept through the entire Sanye Town, and even those demon beasts on the periphery of the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain Range fled in fear.

"I'm afraid that such a strong fluctuation can only be triggered by a strong person above the mid-level Yuan General!"

"Whew, it's good that we chose to stand by and watch, otherwise we would ......"

"From now on, there will be no more Zhang family in Sanye Town!!"

The explosion also alarmed the ground snakes in Shamrock Town, but now they were not snakes, but rats that were scared and cowered in their holes.

After the explosion, a huge mushroom cloud exploded to the impact point, but the light was not white, as if the Buddha's light was shining, and the golden light was dazzling.

The golden shards fell in pieces, but the palm prints were still slowing upward. The giant finger trembled violently, and stepped back a little under the top of the palm print. The gap between the two sides is extremely weak, but it is still possible to distinguish which is strong and which is weak.

"Little miscellaneous pieces, you can die!" Li Ziya's solemn face finally squeezed out a smile, but the smile was particularly vicious.

"Zhang Mochen, I may not be able to climb over your mountain in this life, but unfortunately, your mountain is about to collapse. Song Qingzhu said coldly, and when his gaze swept over a blue figure opposite, a wicked smile hung on the corner of his mouth, "Don't worry, I will help you take good care of her!"

"Boy, don't embarrass me for the fourth uncle!" Looking at the giant finger that was gradually pushed back in mid-air, Zhang Tianchi muttered, anxiety and worry were clearly drawn on his face.

At the age of fifteen or sixteen, he should have grown up happily under the protection of the family, but Zhang Mochen not only couldn't enjoy it, but also carried the heavy responsibility that should have been borne by the elders of the family on his shoulders. Looking at the young man with a frown and a pale face in the whirlwind at this time, Zhang Tianbing's solemn eyes contained endless self-blame.

"You and I have done our best, and Mochen is destined to experience a stormy life. Chen Jingnan gently took Zhang Tianbing's hand and said comfortingly.

"Mochen, don't let me down, okay?"

Bei teeth clenched, and tears rolled in Wang Yuyan's big black jewel-like eyes. These tears have distress and self-blame, she cultivates desperately, just to be able to share the burden on Zhang Mochen one day, but, from the current point of view, that day is still far away.

The incomparable energy of the yellow vitality carrier splashed all over the sky in the impact, and in this slow advance and retreat, one was a thick yin poison hanging on his hideous face, and the other was sweat sliding down, like a turbulent stream. Song Daiyu became more and more courageous, while Zhang Mochen was struggling.

Song Daiyu drank again, and the golden palm print suddenly shone brightly, and the speed that was originally moving slowly suddenly became a few points faster.

Under Song Daiyu's sudden force, a loud thunderous sound sounded in mid-air. The giant finger shook violently, and the front knuckle collapsed with a bang, as if it had been cut off alive.

The giant finger was damaged, Zhang Mochen in the whirlwind spurted out a mouthful of blood mist, his body swayed violently, and he almost fell from the air.

"Boy, you are indeed very strong, let you grow up for another half a year, I am not your opponent at all, it's a pity that you can't see the moon tonight. ”

The sneer on the corner of Song Daiyu's mouth became more and more conspicuous, and waves of powerful Yuan Force surged into the palm print like a river rushing to the sea.

The giant finger was broken and retreated, but in the face of Song Daiyu's ridicule, Zhang Mochen also returned it with a cold reprimand.

can be killed, but it must not be defeated, Zhang Mochen's hideous cheeks hung a pair of eyes like an abyss, and the piercing coldness that emanated from them made Song Daiyu, who had just been proud, suddenly feel excited.

"Pretending to be a ghost, in the face of absolute strength, the weak only have to die!"

Song Daiyu forcibly suppressed the throbbing in his heart, and after a burst of shouting, the giant palm print in mid-air reached the limit of rage.

A rumbling sound suddenly spread, and beneath that, the giant finger began to shatter rapidly like an overwhelmed stone pillar.

Zhang Mochen's mouthful of blood mist erupted again, dyeing the whirlwind on his body a dazzling red. However, his face was pale, and the corners of his mouth raised a sneer that made his back chill.

The giant finger was still retreating, and the fragments kept falling from the air, but in the black spiral nest that was rapidly turning, lightning and thunder, an ancient vigorous aura was emitted again, and a sharp fingertip gradually protruded from it, and fell sharply with the complete extension of Zhang Mochen's index finger.

Compared with the first giant finger, this finger is much weaker in terms of breath and shape. At the moment of life and death, how could such a low-powered and weak means save his life? In the eyes of the coalition forces, Zhang Mochen was already exhausted in donkey skills, trapped in beasts, and was still fighting, making the last useless struggle. In the eyes of the Zhang family, although the conviction in their hearts has not wavered, they also sweat for Zhang Mochen.

Song Daiyu scolded, the second giant finger that fell from the sky couldn't pose any threat to him at all, only to see his left hand swinging horizontally, condensing a powerful Yuan Force fluctuation ready to resist.

At the same time, Song Daiyu continued to devote most of his energy to mid-air, because the golden giant palm print was only a few meters away from killing Zhang Mochen.

How can he do useless work in times of crisis? Zhang Mochen, who is proficient in killing, will never make such a low-level mistake. Because at the same time that the second giant finger was prompted out, an invisible lightning bolt flew out from Zhang Mochen's heavenly spirit.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the vast black whirlpool was vibrating violently, and the first giant finger finally struggled with the last trace of energy, and was completely destroyed by the golden palm print.

Song Daiyu was overjoyed, and after glancing at the second giant finger that was about to fall, he raised his left hand to resist it, and continued to urge the palm print with all his strength to crush Zhang Mochen.

However, at this moment, Song Daiyu's ruthless and smug eyes suddenly became dull, and although the strong vitality on his left hand was ready to go, it was not prompted.

"Boom!" ...... "Boom!"

Two huge deep sounds exploded in everyone's ears one after another like muffled thunder.

In the energy aperture that exploded from the palm print, Zhang Mochen spewed out a mouthful of blood mist, like a dead leaf in a violent wind, swaying and falling to the ground, smashing the ground into a human-shaped pit. Even with the interference of the impact sound, the crisp sound of bones breaking was still clearly heard in everyone's ears.

The vision of heaven and earth ended, and the vast black spiral nest dissipated into nothingness, returning the sky above the head of Sanye Town to the blue sky and white clouds. But where the second giant finger was gone, there was also a pit, only deeper and bigger, and when the dust was gone, a figure with torn clothes, a cloak and a blurred flesh and blood lay in it, if it weren't for the faint breath coming in and out between the snorts, it was really no different from a dead man.

Although Song Daiyu is not a real middle-level general, he is not comparable to a beginner-level general, so it can be seen that the more he goes to the back, the greater the disparity in strength brought by the rank, and it cannot be measured by a simple paper gap at all.

Song Daiyu's golden palm print was the strongest attack Zhang Mochen had encountered so far, and there was no one.

However, Zhang Mochen is not a flower that grows up carefree in a greenhouse, he has tasted the hardships that ordinary people can't experience, and in the dense thorns, every step forward will leave blood and sweat.

In the face of Song Daiyu's crazy killing intent, Zhang Mochen knew that he could not resist, but he would never sit still, at the critical moment, with the ruthlessness in his heart, he risked the risk of falling, and made the decision to kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred.

Song Daiyu could have dissolved the second heel of the giant finger without any pressure, but the urgent desire for victory and the undeserved thought of underestimating the enemy made him pay a heavy price. But there is no regret medicine in this world, and if you make a mistake, you will have to bear the corresponding punishment.

The thrilling fight was finally over, but the expressions on everyone's faces didn't stretch as the dark clouds lifted overhead.

Fighting to the death with the power of a high-level Yuan Master, it was originally a matter of hitting a stone with an egg, but it ended with both being hit hard, and looking at the dusty two pits blankly, everyone understood that this time, Zhang Mochen won again.

The invincible coalition is now like a flock of frosted eggplants, completely wilted. They laid one sharp thorn after another in Zhang Mochen's life, however, they couldn't stop him from moving forward.

As everyone knows, the ordeal is a kind of motivation and a baptism for Zhang Mochen, and only the sword that has been tempered by fire will be sharper.

It can only be said that the Song family, the Bloody Clothes Faction, and the Li family lifted a stone and smashed themselves in the foot, provoking people who should not be provoked.

The Zhang family clenched their fists, their faces were heavy, and their eyes were all focused on the slightly smaller pit. They hoped that in the next second, their young patriarch would be able to come out of it, even if it was to climb out.

Zhang Tianbing fell softly into Chen Jingnan's arms. After Zhang Tianfeng suffered an accident, she secretly swore to protect Zhang Mochen, in fact, she did the same, but unfortunately, her strength was too weak to become a wall to protect her from the wind and rain.

Zhang Tianchi's eyes were red, and the color of anticipation in it slowly turned into a kind of sadness as time went on and the silence in the pit. He would rather be himself in the pit.

The pink lower lip was bitten out of red, and the tears that Wang Yuyan held back finally flowed unscrupulously. Along the way, she and Zhang Mochen have experienced too much, and it is precisely because of those hardships that the love in her heart is more firm and unswerving.

A low tiger roar made the anger even more sad at the moment. The purple and white miscellaneous hair was red all over at this time, which was dyed with blood, and it roared to the sky and shed two tears of blood.

After this mournful roar, the three major beast kings and the golden flame crocodile also raised their heads to the sky and roared, although Zhang Mochen was a human being, he had an unshakable place in their hearts. It's a pity that this position will be empty after today.

The atmosphere maintained a deathly silence amid the consternation of the coalition forces and the sorrow of the Zhang family. However, when a strong wind blew, a vicious voice broke the silence. Everyone looked sideways, only to see Song Qingzhu carrying his sword and going straight to the slightly smaller pit.

"Zhang Mochen, I'll kill you......!" ()

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