"What's the matter, boy? What about your Ice Domain? What about your Ice Qi Blade? and your Dao Technique, are they not easy to use?" Peng Jian said sarcastically to Mo Mo, the meaning of provocation was overflowing, "Also, I think your black scythe is good, do you want to cut it down and try it, come on?"

"Boss, find a way to get closer to him. Wan Zai Xuanshen said calmly.

Mo Mo naturally understood the deep meaning of Wanzai Xuanshen, and knew that this was Wanzai Xuanshen hinting to himself that he was going to find a way to make a move. Although Mo Mo didn't know how he would pose a mortal threat to a martial saint like Peng Zhan, he believed that Wanzai Xuanshen would definitely not make a useless struggle.

An antique-grade spirit ginseng with 10,000 years of survival experience will not joke with his life.

Mo Mo raised his head slightly at this time, and the tears were mixed with the blood on his mouth for some time.

At this time, he was like an eternal mad demon crawling out of a secret realm, with all kinds of unshakable desolation on his body.

He didn't hesitate any longer, and a sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. This smile, combined with his eyes as if looking at a dead man, even Peng Zhan felt a trace of unease.

"Boss, take care!"

At this moment, Mo Mo suddenly felt something happening in his body. In the soul space that was originally calm, a mighty and domineering tornado was rolled wildly, and I saw that Wanzai Xuanshen had begun to chant some mysterious and unspeakable incantations, triggering the crazy restlessness between the first and second doors of the soul space, and the white and black soul power swept into the body of Wanzai Xuanshen, forcing the body of Wanzai Xuanshen to increase several times at this moment, and then compressed into a very small point.

"Stinky radish!" Momo shouted hysterically, feeling like his whole body and mind were being torn apart.

At the moment when Mo Mo shouted, a black Danzhu the size of a bean grain spit out from the body of Wanzai Xuanshen, and the Danzhu left Momo's body like an out-of-body sword.

"I can't help myself!" Although Peng Zhan didn't know what was happening, Peng Zhan had already locked on the black bead when it left Mo Mo's body.

With Peng Zhan's many years of combat experience and his disparity in strength that can crush Momo, he doesn't put this black bead in his eyes at all, this black bead, in his opinion, is just a hidden weapon, at most a glance, that is, a thunder with huge power.

How powerful can a small explosive mine, not a gunpowder shop of dozens of tons, have?

But Peng Zhan also knows that he can't be underestimated at any time, although he doesn't want to kill Momo, but he likes to control others in applause. He has his sense of justice in his heart, in this temple of self-knowledge, he is the one who makes the rules, he said that Momo is wrong, then it must be wrong, even if he admits his mistake, there must be punishment.

There are rewards and punishments, which is just the criterion of Peng's behavior, not about hatred, not about good and evil, just simple preference.

He wants to tell Momo with practical actions that here, what he says is.

The wind rose suddenly, and the entire martial arts arena was buzzing, and Zhang Meng's star soul power was no longer able to support himself to stand firmly, and he fell to the ground obliquely, looking back at Mo Mo's miserable appearance with all his might, his heart was like a knife, and he couldn't describe it.

Almost the entire trial hall began to tremble, the fury of a martial saint was not something that mortals could imagine. In fact, the Martial Saint has already entered the supreme realm of martial cultivation, this realm is almost close to the Great Dao, and it is absolutely impossible to achieve without an extremely high comprehension.

At this time, I saw Peng Zhan's eyes narrow, his beard also stirred slightly with his arrogance, and he grabbed the void with one hand, which seemed to contain unparalleled fighting power, and directly reflected the shadow of a big hand towards the black bead.

The shadow of the big hand was like an illusion in a dream, and it transformed into several movements in just a few breaths, and finally when it was about to touch the black beads, it turned into a blue bewitching giant fist, this punch was floating and invisible. Like an old man in the dark all year round, he suddenly touched the long-lost spring breeze.

Spring breeze blows willow fist!

Mo Mo's grim eyes were filled with a kind of fear that seemed to be in another world, and he could feel the power of this punch.

Gentleness, comfort, contempt, it seems to carry a kind of indescribable emotions, as well as the vicissitudes of life.

But at this moment, at this moment, the duel is about to be dueled.

Momo almost couldn't believe it and heard a continuous "pop".

Yes, two sounds that are almost identical, almost at the same time.

Then I saw a strange scene.

Peng Zhan's two eyes were like two smashed eggs, and they instantly turned into two pieces of blood mist, and the blood mist was like a sprinkler spray, and it turned red to the ground.

Peng Jian seemed to be about to exclaim in hindsight.

At this moment, he only felt that his throat seemed to be cold, it was a kind of dying cold, and then, he found that he did not shout any sound, he was unwilling, he wanted to see who cut his throat, but his eyes were gone.

Nothing, nothing.

A generation of martial arts cultivation masters fell down in this inexplicable state.

A sturdy man with blurred teary eyes, carrying the scythe of death, jumped next to Peng Zhan in one step, urging the ice qi blade, light and shadow danced, and frantically slashed Peng Zhan in front of him.

Peng Zhan, who was already a little dying, was like mud under these thousands of cuts, his liver and intestines were broken, and feces and urine were flying.

But the man did not dislike it, and dipped his hand in the blood on the ground, and then smeared his body.

It was only at this time that the sturdy man stopped the ice qi blade, picked up the Qiankun bag that Peng Zhan had dropped on the side, and used the power of Dao Yuan to communicate a little, and this pile of "mud" was collected into the Qiankun bag, and then hid the Qiankun bag in his pocket.

The man was no longer afraid, and his face was expressionless.

This man doesn't seem to be quite like the original Momo, but he is Momo.

Mo Mo looked at Zhang Meng, who was lost in his soul, and said coldly, "Come out with me." ”

Zhang Meng sobbed in fear, almost forgetting how to speak.

"You killed him?"

Mo Mo snorted coldly, looked at the almost shriveled Wanzai Xuanshen in the soul space, and said with a frosty face: "Even if you kill him, you won't understand the hatred in my heart." ”

"But, kill him, we will die!" Zhang Meng was not afraid of death, because she didn't know what death was, but she didn't want to die in vain, she hadn't lived enough.

"Do as I say, I'm not going to let you die. Mo Mo said firmly, "Swagger out with me, hurry up!"

As he spoke, Mo Mo picked up the frightened Zhang Meng and walked towards the gate of the martial arts arena.

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