The word "hands-on" just blurted out, followed by the sound of a sharp knife out of the sheath, and a scream.

Screams?

Han Qianchuan, who had a hideous look on his face, was suddenly startled, his pupils contracted like a needle, and at this moment, a slight sound of breaking the air came into his ears from far and near, and the alarm bell suddenly sounded in his heart, his hair stood upside down, and while turning his head sideways, the gilded folding fan in his hand also spun sharply, turning into a heavy overlapping fan curtain, blocking the cold knife qi from behind.

Seeing the face of the person who attacked with the knife, Han Qianchuan couldn't help but shout angrily: "Uncle Wang, what are you crazy about?"

Wang Mang's very characteristic blade eyebrows were tightly wrinkled together, his wrists flipped up and down, the scimitar slashed vertically, and the cold and solemn knife qi passed through like a violent wind, sweeping towards Han Qianchuan.

"The big ship of the Han family is about to sink, and Wang has no plans to bury with him, so he has to break the wood and perch on the good birds, and find another master!"

There were four people who shot with Wang Mang, and under the intention of calculating or not, four people were killed by them in an instant, and then they fought with several other people, and the sound of swords and swords suddenly resounded.

The unexpected change occurred between the lightning and flint, seeing the blood of several clansmen splashing, screaming and falling into the water, Han Wancheng was furious, and his heart had also fallen into the trough of the ice cellar in an instant, and it was cold and cold.

These people who rebelled in battle were all the guards of the foreign family who he usually relied on as his confidants, and those who were attacked and killed were the elite children of his lineage, the pillars of the family's future.

Forcibly suppressing the regret in his heart, Han Wancheng took a deep breath, forcibly abandoned distracting thoughts, and turned his gaze to the direction of the flower boat where Mo Qingge was.

On the flower boat, Mo Qingge carried his hands behind his back, standing proudly, his clothes fluttering lightly with the past breeze, indescribable natural freehand.

However, in Han Wancheng's eyes, there was an invisible momentum rising from his body, infinitely tall, as if he was eyebrow-raising side by side with heaven and earth, and an invisible and substantial, extremely powerful oppression arose, making Han Wancheng have a trance feeling as thin as an ant and as light as duckweed.

At the same time, a majestic qi machine that was full and vast, like an abyss and a sea, rose from the surface of the lake, like a high wall erected, cutting off his exposed qi layer by layer, confined to three feet around his body, and the tight heartstrings seemed to be pressing a mountain of ten thousand feet, which was extremely uncomfortable.

Qi, momentum, and spirit, the three were comprehensively suppressed, like a triple shackle, making Han Wancheng instantly fall into a dilemma, unable to move forward.

Under such an extreme disadvantage, taking the lead will only put oneself in danger one step ahead! Now the opponent's spiritual qi is like a chain, firmly trapping him, and the more he is entangled, the tighter and tighter he gets, and there is no way to retreat!

"Out-of-body master!"

At the moment, Han Wancheng was completely sure that the other party had entered the out-of-body realm that he had been thinking about for a long time, and while he was jealous and envious, his heart not only gradually became heavy.

On the other side, Mo Qingge took a good look at the lively situation of the "nest in the nest" on the opposite side, and instantly understood that this was one of Jia Huo's so-called backhands.

Although these people's cultivation is good, if they want to attack a master like Han Wancheng, they are still a little worse in the end, so they can only be used to contain others, so that he can put his heart and soul on Han Wancheng wholeheartedly.

In the past three days, in addition to Mo Qingge's fake public and private interests, mingling with Muyun and fragrant boudoirs during the day, and admiring the soft and charming style of the beauties smiling and hating, he occasionally used his sinful hands to ripen Siya Xiaoniezi's immature and delicate body at night, of course, the martial arts did not fall behind.

Regarding the three words of trapping, crushing, and splitting, Mo Qingge has already mastered a rough idea, the eight-character key of Chu madman is created by integrating the strengths of a hundred schools, including eight mysterious changes between heaven and earth, without any fixed routine form, how to use it, completely in one mind.

As far as the word "pressure" is concerned, it can be integrated into the potential, and the power can be used to suppress the enemy, or it can be melted into the qi, and the force can be used to suppress the enemy at the spiritual level.

Of course, the prerequisite is that all aspects must be stronger than others or equal to others, so in the face of strong enemies, the word "pressure" has limited effect, but if it is used to oppress the weak and beat primary school students, it is a magic skill that is difficult to find in the world.

For example, Han Wancheng on the opposite side, under the suppression of momentum, qi, spirit and other aspects, he can exert six or seven points of strength, that is already Amitabha Buddha, the Buddha blessed.

Looking at Han Wancheng, who was holding his breath and concentrating, not daring to speak, in case his true qi leaked out, Mo Qingge smiled leisurely and said: "Since the head of the Han family is so polite and unwilling to strike first, then I have to take matters into my own hands and ask you for a lesson or two!"

After that, he stretched out his hand to pick a Du Dan flower on the boat, gently shook the flower branch, and in the next moment, more than a dozen red rainbow cracks broke through the sky and left.

Han Wancheng's eyes flashed brightly, straddled his feet and sank his waist, lifting his qi and strength, and in his shoulders, elbows, arms, wrists, and fists, he made a dull thunderous roar and explosion in turn, and the true qi was superimposed layer by layer, and his fists were like a mountain torrent bursting, pouring out, and the shadow of the fist was all over the sky, carrying the fierce and true strength, smashing the air like water waves.

"Sneer......"

The energy is in the air, and the rush is everywhere.

Han Wancheng's figure fell back again and again, from the bow to the stern, due to the excess force of the last kick, the boat was irrepressibly cocked, and after a short encounter, Han Wancheng's two sleeves had already turned into flying butterflies and shattered, revealing his arms covered with blood.

As soon as he fought, he fell into the disadvantage without any suspense, Han Wancheng's expression was gloomy as water, his face was extremely ugly, at this moment, he was under comprehensive suppression, he was really as Mo Qingge thought, his strength could only play six or seven points at most, not to mention how aggrieved he was.

The lake level fluctuates slightly......

Han Qianchuan's eyes constricted like a needle, and he flew up diagonally without hesitation, and the moment his toes left the hull, the hull of the ship was like a lightning strike, and with a "boom", it turned into sawdust in the sky and exploded.

Columns of crystal water rose from the sky, as if they were spiritual, gathering or scattering, straight or curved, blunt or sharp, and in an instant, countless wood chips were rolled up and shot towards Han Wancheng.

The incident happened suddenly, unexpectedly, Han Wancheng was caught off guard, so he had to wave his sleeves sharply, rolling up a whirlwind of energy that was condensed like substance.

The water column penetrated the whirlwind like a broken bamboo, and bombarded Han Wancheng's body heavily, Rao had the true qi of the body to protect his body, but he was still hit by the strong impact and boiled his blood and blood, his five organs were about to split, and he secretly swallowed the blood that he wanted to spurt out, and Han Wancheng took advantage of the power of the bombardment to soar up several feet again.

The sound of "bang-bang" clothes breaking through the air sounded.

Mo Qingge swept in as if relying on the void wind, his left hand poked out of the air, and a spiral force quickly expanded from his palm, turning into an extremely strange aura that firmly enveloped Han Wancheng, and then restrained and sharply contracted, forming a twisted and suction force that could not be resisted.

The surrounding airflow moved, like an invisible hand, pushing Han Wancheng's body, for a while, sucking forward and pushing back, Han Wancheng's upward momentum was interrupted in an instant, turning in the air, and falling towards Mo Qingge.

Since the fight, Han Wancheng has suffered several losses in a row, but his mind has become more and more calm, and he deeply understands that at this critical moment of life and death crisis, any panic will give him his life early.

Therefore, without making any resistance, while flying past with the power of suction, a punch full of true qi was smashed out and struck straight towards Mo Qingge's left palm.

This punch, without any fancy skills, the fist strength is compressed and restrained, condensed like iron, and there is no half of the leakage.

The fist blade drove straight in, like a sea god needle, and was not affected by the force of the spiral pull in the slightest.

"Smack!", Han Wancheng's right fist broke through the spiral energy and hit Mo Qingge's left palm, a trace of a hideous sneer flashed at the corner of his mouth, and the restrained and contracted fist power instantly burst like a flood of embankment, surging out, brutally pouring into Mo Qingge's body.

The corners of Mo Qingge's mouth hooked up a sneer, and he said coldly: "Ask for your own hardship." ”

Han Wancheng also discovered something wrong now, the other party's body was empty, as if it was a piece, no matter how much he urged his true qi, it couldn't be filled.

When the heart was shaken, a force like an overwhelming mountain and a sea of power surged from the palm of the other party, masculine and domineering to the extreme, if Han Wancheng's previous fist strength was a flood of embankments, then the strength of the other party at this moment is the sea into the sky, pouring down.

It was mixed with his unexplained fist strength.

The last time Mo Qingge fought with him, he had the intention to hone himself, so he didn't finish the whole work, and used a "sinister" method similar to the current one.

Han Wancheng waited for this time to be punched by himself and slapped by the other party.

The tall and burly body trembled violently, and Han Wancheng's right arm "clicked", and the blood in his mouth spurted wildly, flying upside down like a bird with broken wings.