Mo Liang leapt up from the cellar, and in the blink of an eye, he had already taken the position of Ma Xiangdong and the three of them into his eyes.

Quickly straightening his position and feeling his body as if it had been refreshed, he felt a little excited in his heart. The awakening of the Assassin Soul not only greatly increased its strength, but also raised its perception and reaction to a higher level.

"Today, no one wants to leave here standing still!" he looked up, his gaze a little cold.

Ma Xiangdong smiled coldly and looked at Mo Liang gloomily, "Since I'm here, I don't plan to leave!

At this moment, he was already furious, and his fists were crisp. Wang Yongcai and Wang Yongwen stood behind him with a cruel smile. Today, they are ruthless, and they must be ruthless.

Mo Liang stood quietly, unmoved by their ferocity.

For four years, perhaps because of the unquenchable hope, he has been holding his breath to awaken the assassination soul and give Ma Xiangdong and all those who are not optimistic about him a resounding slap in the face. Unless he was desperate, he would never fight back in any other way. The scene of the awakening night chilled his heart, and he suddenly realized that no one believed him anymore, and even he began to doubt himself.

So he gave away the golden gourd and the silver gourd, the son of the Mahatma, but he wanted to defend the honor of the Mahatma in such a way, which made him bitter. This also completely ignited the contradiction between him and Ma Xiangdong. It is conceivable that if he hadn't accidentally awakened the Assassin Soul, today, in the face of the malicious three, how Mahatma's honor would have been trampled on.

Thankfully, the glory of his father, Mahatma, still favors him!

Feeling the thorns and flowers in his body, Mo Liang suddenly smiled. The arrogance of the horse to the east will make him. Today, it is destined to be a good show, when he reveals his assassination, it must be like a foreshadowing that has been waiting for four years, and it will surely shake everyone.

"You three, come together!"

Raising his hand, today's Mo Liang is like the son of the Mahatma who was in the limelight four years ago, which is dazzling. The crimson hairband, the inky black hair fluttering gently, and the indifferent and confident look made Ma Xiangdong a little dazed for a while.

"Rampant, do you think it was four years ago?"

Wang Yongwen's voice was sharp and slender, which made people annoyed when they heard it. They haven't awakened their assassins for four years, and their fear of Mo Liang has also been buried in the ground.

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In the cry of the finch, Wang Yongwen and Wang Yongcai each flew a gray-black sparrow beside them. This is their thorn soul, the flying thorn soul of twins, if they practice hard, they may not be a strong party in the future. Pity......

Relying on the large number of people, the two tacitly crossed the horse to the east and killed them in a tacit understanding.

After two years of awakening and stabbing souls, the two learned a boxing technique called "Yan Jue Style", although it is an ordinary exercise in the Beicun stele forest, but it is practiced every day, and the power is not bad.

During the ink period, the polishing is the strength of the body, and the martial arts are also straightforward. There was a whistling, like a bird falling into the air, and his fists went straight through.

Mo Liang smiled mockingly, "It's too hard!" The man had already slipped out of the side.

Although he has never awakened the soul of the assassin, and he is not qualified to go to the Forest of Steles to observe and study, but the pondering, observation, and natural Taoism of the mad demon day after day have made him have many insights about combat that far surpass those of his peers. In the case of the punch of the Wang brothers, although the tiger is vigorous and terrifying, the strength is too old and the change is insufficient, and it can be easily resolved with a little combat experience.

This is his talent, he has a super sense of perception, he never forgets and sees six ways, which is difficult for many people, but it is easy for him.

Avoiding the heavy and light, flashed Wang Yongcai, and Mo Liang went straight to Wang Yongwen alone.

Seeing Mo Liang rushing straight over, Wang Yongwen panicked in his heart, and his arm immediately became a little weak.

"Failure!"

Mo Liang sneered, his body instantly slid past Wang Yongwen's side, and at the same time, he handed out his hands, clasped his wrist with one hand, held his shoulder arm with the other, and pressed it sideways, only to hear a click, and one of his arms was misplaced at that time. Ignoring his wailing with his arms folded, he pushed him to the east of the angry horse.

And Mo Liang, with the cover of Wang Yongwen's body, quietly rushed to Wang Yongcai.

At this time, Wang Yongcai lost his target and turned around in a panic. As soon as half of his face was revealed, he saw a black shadow flash in the afterglow, and then his knees weakened, as if he had been severely injured, and he fell to his knees. Mo Liang didn't pause, and a slam punch hit the bridge of his nose, and blood gushed out. Then he struck his knee hard in the chest, leaving him lying on the ground, coughing almost choking, and a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Looking at the two people who fell to the ground and rolled, Ma Xiangdong's eyes narrowed. Mo Liang's strength has become stronger again!

Mo Liang clapped his hands gently, Fang Cai, if it weren't for the mercy of his subordinates and the fact that he didn't follow the key points to kill him, I'm afraid that the Wang brothers would already be two corpses at this moment!

"Brother Dong, teach him a lesson for us!" Rolling on the ground, Wang Yongcai shouted hatefully.

In his opinion, Ma Xiangdong, who was about to enter the second grade of Mo, had already thrown Mo Liang far away in his strength. It's just that in order to be foolproof, I haven't had a seizure, waiting for the time when I finally enter the second grade of ink. But now, they can't wait a day!

"Brother Dong, abolish him!" Wang Yongwen said with sweat on his forehead and gritted his teeth.

Mo Liang smiled, ignoring their noise, "And you!"

Ma Xiangdong's thorn soul is bluestone, and under the influence of the thorn soul, his body is strong and his strength is getting stronger and stronger. The second product of entering the ink generally has a huge strength of two hundred catties, but Ma Xiangdong has just entered the peak of the first product of the ink and already has considerable strength.

Stepping into the pinnacle of entering the ink first grade, Ma Xiangdong thought that Mo Liang was no longer his opponent, and the situation that was once equal should be broken with the progress of his strength! This is a huge gap between the awakened assassin soul and the absence of the assassin soul!

So in the face of Mo Liang's provocation, Ma Xiangdong was very disdainful, and snorted coldly with a hideous face, "I originally wanted to defeat you in front of the whole village when I wanted to enter the second rank of Moliang." However, since you don't know the current affairs, hum~~ I'll teach you a lesson today!"

With a roar, his steps left a mark on the stone, and in the sound of pedaling, his body was driven by brute force to run wildly, and in the roar, he slapped his palms on the ground, like the roar of a lightning strike, disturbing people's minds.

The two of them were not far apart, and at this time, they were within reach, "You come to me!"

The horse was fierce to the east, stretching out his palm, which was as big as Mo Liang's neck. Mo Liang saw the move, and a gust of wind came to his face, and his eyes narrowed, making him know that this must not be resisted. With a twist of his feet, his whole body turned half of his body and slid against the horse's arms to the east.

Stretching out his hands, holding his wrist in one hand and his shoulder in the other, he wanted to repeat the old tricks on Wang Yongwen.

But Ma Xiangdong was not Wang Yongwen, his arm was grabbed by Mo Liang, and he immediately roared, his muscles were strengthened, and his arm shook fiercely, but Mo Liang's hands were a little numb and retreated.

"That's a lot of strength!"

"You don't know now, it's too late!" Ma Xiangdong laughed wildly, in his opinion, Mo Liang's methods were useless to him, and the defeat was decided.

With a loud roar, the horse leaped east again.

Mo Liang avoided the real and the false, constantly staggered with flexible moves, and used joint techniques to see the seams, but it was of little use to Ma Xiangdong. This made him frown slowly, "This guy has rough skin and thick flesh, and he has a lot of strength, and he can't hold ordinary joint skills at all." But against the people in the village, you can't be a killer categorically, it's tricky......"

Mo Liang left three points of leeway, but Ma Xiangdong thought that he was helpless, and his hands became less and less serious, and he greeted Qingfeng at the key point.

"This stuffy donkey!"

Avoiding Ma Xiangdong's punch from Tianlinggai, the anger in Mo Liang's heart became even more aroused, and he scolded, but he had to control the impulse to kill. Mo Liang has been practicing for four years, and many of his moves are due to a perception between life and death, and the fragility of life is difficult for many people to realize themselves.

Just like at this moment, maybe Ma Xiangdong entered the second rank of Mo and was able to defeat Mo Liang with a thunderous momentum, so that he had no chance to fight back. But in such a tug-of-war, Mo Liang had too many skills to put Ma Xiangdong, who had no actual combat experience, to death.

Sometimes ignorance is also a kind of happiness, so Ma Xiangdong is full of pressure on Mo Liang, which is quite unreasonable.

Mo Liang was well-founded and quietly looked for opportunities. Suddenly, his steady pace paused, and the whole person almost stumbled to the ground, and at this moment, Ma Xiangdong's punch containing explosive power had already slammed towards the façade, and from afar, you could feel the strong wind pressure. This punch smashed into the face, and it was a trivial matter for the skin to open the flesh, and I am afraid that it would have to burst out of the brain.

"Wang Yongcai, get out of here!" In a hurry, Mo Liang also roared. It turned out that he didn't notice it for a while, and Wang Yongcai, who had fallen to the ground, quietly leaned over, hugged his legs, and didn't let go.

"Brother Dong, kill him!" But Wang Youcai's face was full of smirk, and he was even a little crazy.

At this moment, Mo Liang could even see the cocoon on Ma Xiangdong's fist. In the midst of the crisis, his consciousness was extremely calm. Instinctively, the stabbing soul that was originally contained in the body appeared beside him. A mass of inky black thorns, surrounded by a small flower.

"Soul stab!" Wang Yongwen, who was sneering in the distance, his eyes immediately widened.

"Assassin Soul!" Ma Xiangdong, who rushed straight to kill, seemed to have seen the most terrifying thing in the world, and suddenly felt cowardice in his heart.

"Piercing soul!" Wang Yongcai, who was at his feet, looked up at his chest as if he had a half-beat in his reaction, as if he had something in his chest.

He hasn't awakened the Assassin Soul for four years, and no one seems to have any hope, but at this moment, Mo Liang suddenly awakened the Assassin Soul outside the awakening night!

Could it be that he is hiding his assassin soul?

They didn't dare to think about it anymore, they only felt a burst of coldness all over their bodies. Not everyone can be called Mahatma, and not everyone has the blood of Mahatma.

The assassin soul appeared, Mo Liang was still in that instinctive and ethereal state, and in the sea of knowledge, the "indulgence trick" imprinted with the golden inscription drove the energy in his body to run violently.

"It turns out that indulgence is a kind of energy mantra!"

In his heart, Mo Liang murmured in understanding. And his fist, with this energy that is difficult to calm down without catharsis, swung out.

Bang!

The collision of fists and fists. The original Mo Liang only had less than 100 catties of strength, but this punch contained nearly 200 catties of strength. Indulgence trick has nearly doubled his own strength through a unique way of energy operation!

Ma Xiangdong, who was timid, was already a little cowering, and his strength was less than seventy percent, and in the face of Mo Liang, who suddenly broke out, he flew out directly, and his arms shrugged down softly.

"Defeated!"

Ma Xiangdong and the three of them muttered to themselves in disbelief. This was not the first time they had failed in front of Mo Liang, but it was the most shocking. This time, it not only represents today's failure, but even represents the eternal suppression of Moliang in the future.

Mo Liang actually awakened the Assassin Soul! And he clearly failed on the night of awakening!

At this moment, they no longer had the heart to think about why, Mo Liang, who had just awakened the Assassin Soul, would burst out with the power that collided head-on with Ma Xiangdong, which was not inferior. In their opinion, this is Mo Liang, this is Mo Liang, the Mo Liang that they once followed and feared.

Thinking of the four years of unreasonable oppression, they no longer dare to imagine the days ahead......

Bang bang bang!

There were three muffled sounds, and Ma Xiangdong, Wang Yongcai, and Wang Yongwen were thrown out of the courtyard wall by Mo Liangshengsheng, rolling, and no one stood and walked out of the Mo family.