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A large number of flying stones fell to the ground in a dripping manner, and they made small and different holes.

The smoke cleared.

Everyone showed a look of shock, only to see that under the heavy fist of the stone man, Mu Gou was half-bent over, but the originally difficult look on his face had disappeared.

"It's... impossible!" The stone man kept rolling stones from his eyes and mouth, and the shock contained in it could not be concealed at all!

The corners of Mu Gou's mouth hooked slightly, and his body slowly pulled up.

The stone man was suddenly horrified to find that his body was uncontrollably taller, and Mu Gou was one inch taller, and he was one inch taller.

By the time Mu Gou was completely upright, his legs had left the ground and were lifted high by Mu Gou.

Mu Gou's eyes were sharp, and as soon as he brushed the ground, the huge stone man got out of control, flew far away, and smashed into a stone house!

Strength!

Great power!

Mu Gou was full of hair and no wind, and he walked out step by step.

"Wait, Mu Gou, I have something to say to you!"

At this time, a few figures swept in the distance, and it was the weak young man of the Nangong family.

Mu Gou stopped.

The weak young man raised his head slightly, and said with a smile: "We can go in and talk!" By the way, let me introduce myself, I am the only heir of the contemporary head of the Nangong family, Nangong-"

Before he finished speaking, his face suddenly changed.

A loud shout carried a gust of wind straight into the face.

"Get out!"

The voice fell, and the young man's body was involuntarily forced back.

Two hands on the left and the right to support the young man.

It was two old men who had followed the young man, his hair was pale to varying degrees, but his face was very ruddy, with an astonishing solemnity.

But unlike young people, they have lived long enough and have enough vision.

They knew that the two of them together would not be Mu Gou's opponents.

So what they did as soon as possible was to catch the youth and blast back!

Mu Gou glanced at it.

Nangong Yu's eyes met with a hint of fear, a hint of anger and a hint of murder!

He wants to kill!

Mu Gou's heart moved, and his body was like a sweeping wind.

Call!

A group of people suddenly felt a flower in front of them, and then a strong wind blew, blowing them on their backs and despairing.

They stood still, and subconsciously went in the direction of Nangong Yu's escape, and their hearts couldn't help but tighten fiercely, as if someone had pinched their necks, and their faces suddenly lost blood.

Blood is flowing!

Mu Gou's hand pierced the abdomen of an old man, leaving a hollow hole in blood.

The other old man fled to the side with the weak young man with a panicked face, and fled as fast as he could.

But his speed was not much faster, and with another person, how could he be comparable to Mu Gou?

He suddenly screamed, threw away the weak young man in his hand, and ran for his life.

The wind was roaring behind him.

The old man who was alive hadn't gone far before he sensed a strong wind coming from behind him.

He didn't think about it, and turned back to fight back.

A slender shadow shot out from the two sleeves, and it was two short sleeve arrows, which disappeared into the void with the momentum of thunder.

Two strands of blood arrows sent out a terrible scream.

The old man sensed that something was wrong.

This cry seems familiar!

When he saw the person who attacked, he finally found that this person was not Mu Gou at all, but the weak young man who was abandoned by him, Nangong Yu, the only son of the head of the Nangong family!

Hit by the old man's full strength of the two sleeve arrows, Nangong Yu was already so dead that he couldn't die anymore, his eyes were wide open, and he couldn't blink his eyes!

The old man's heart flashed with shame, but he didn't think much about it, in despair, who would have too many scruples in order to survive.

Noticing that Mu Gou did not move to chase after him, the old man was slightly happy in his heart, seeing that the distance between the two was getting farther and farther, the old man gradually breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and no longer paid attention to Mu Gou behind him, but put his eyes in front of him.

At some point, there was an old man with long sleeves in front of him, and his steps were staggering, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

However, it was this person who made the old man with innate strength lose all the courage to resist.

"Go ahead!" said the long-sleeved old man, like a kind old man.

The old man was shocked in his heart, his neck and face were bruised, and he seemed to be struggling, but in just a moment, everything returned to calm, he raised his palm, slapped it on the head fiercely, and was speechless.

The long-sleeved old man walked over, and an invisible pressure gradually spread like a dark cloud.

The onlookers have lost all their minds and are only afraid!

Fear of powerful, terrifying forces!

"You've disappointed me!" said the long-sleeved old man.

The sound is soft, like a spring breeze and drizzle.

Mu Gou did not move, frowning.

He didn't like the other party's tone, mannerisms, posture, looking down on the ants.

"Your surname is Nangong?" Mu Gou said. behaved indifferently, like a counterattack to the behavior of the long-sleeved old man.

At this moment, no one thought that he was being looked down on by the long-sleeved old man, but a person standing at the same height!

The long-sleeved old man had a look of disgust on his face.

He hates people who don't follow the rules and don't follow the rules.

But he still endured his murderous intentions, "Whether it's a surname or a name, it's just a title, a kind of communication help, you can call me Nangong, you can also call me rain and dew, wind grass, rivers・・・・・・ everything is not important, you just need to know how much my existence is helpful to you!"

He frowned, only to shake his head.

"It's different, at least not right now!" Mu Gou said.

The long-sleeved old man suddenly felt an indescribable irritability.

"What's the difference?"

Mu Gou grinned, his body suddenly disappeared in place, and the next moment, he had already appeared in front of the long-sleeved old man, and a fist slammed into the face of the long-sleeved old man without any fancy fancy.

"That's how different!"

Mu Gou smiled cruelly, and his face showed a hint of arrogance and wantonness!

Bang!

The body of the long-sleeved old man fell straight to the ground, but there were no scars on his face, only indifference and murderous intent!

Mu Gou followed suit, and punched down.

A huge crater suddenly appeared in the ground, but the figure of the old man had disappeared.

"Do you know the trickery?"

The voice of the long-sleeved old man came from behind him.

Mu Gou turned around suddenly, the old man was already close in front of him, only half a step away from him, and a hand had already touched his stomach, like a ghost hand!

Sophistry?

"Why are mortals mortals, they just don't know the power of this world, they don't know how to use the rules, and they become people outside the rules!" The long-sleeved old man pointed at Mu Gou's stomach, and a tingling sensation suddenly spread throughout Mu Gou's body.

"Weak!"

As soon as the words fell, Mu Gou felt that the power in his body instantly seemed to burst, and a sense of powerlessness quickly occupied his body.

"No matter how strong a mortal is, he is still a mortal!"

The long-sleeved old man pointed again.

"Sickness!"

Pus appeared on Mu Gou's face, and a foul smell escaped.

"To mortals, we are gods!"

The last finger, without any power, without any strong wind, is just an ordinary finger. In his guess, only this finger is needed to be able to knock down the wood in this state.

However, just as his finger was about to touch Mu Gou's body, a hand covered with abscesses suddenly grabbed his finger.

"You talk a lot of nonsense!"

Mu Gou grinned, on his hideous face, only the row of teeth was still snow-white and bright, with a hint of coldness, like the sharp teeth of a beast!

Click!

A finger was snapped off by it.

A drop of blood slowly dripped down.

That's silver blood!