In the valley where rocks, earth and fire are intertwined, Mo Liang and Feng Chuan confronted each other coldly.

The ten people of the second generation of the Sanctuary stood on the hillside from afar, looking out with great interest. Unfortunately, at the other end of the hill, a huge procession of 2,000 people needed to be taken care of, and they could no longer get close to observe.

This is already the last stop on the return rallying point, a small tribe of dozens of people simply can't hold two thousand people, and the hillside valley is full of resting and filling people. Occasionally, someone looks up at the high mountain peak and wonders what happened on the other side of the mountain.

Everything was very quiet, with the occasional whisper, which was as deaf as the chirping of cicadas in the scorching heat of the steamer.

Changsheng was the only one who came close, and he was simply fanatical about this "great showdown".

Mo Liang was the most powerful person he had ever come into contact with, but it seemed that he had heard that the guy who was tied up by the five flowers was even more powerful than Mo Liang, at least it seemed so. But he never believed it, Mo Liang was not a fool, how could he take the initiative to fight with a person who couldn't be beaten.

"He must have some killer feature!" When he thought of this, Changsheng couldn't help but wave his fist, "Mo Liang, hit him!"

Feng Chuan glared at the screaming Changsheng quite fiercely, and sneered. "The natives are the indigenous, and the difference between the eighth and ninth grades of ink is not clear at all...... Wait a minute, when you scream!"

With a sneer, there was a green qi on his arm, which slowly flowed out of the cuffs, swirling, and condensed the appearance of a stabbing soul in the air on the side of his arm. It was a snake, a blue and white snake, with a three-inch poisonous heart. The snake is three inches long, with blue and white plain skin, red as blood, and it is highly poisonous and cold-blooded at a glance.

However, before the Qi Sea Realm, Wen Xiu couldn't even turn on the ability of the Soul Thorn, no matter how cold the Soul Thorn was, it was just a showmanship.

"I really don't understand why Pei Gong trusts you, he has no strength, he doesn't have a brain! Do you think that no one can cure you in the big instant? The most unaccustomed thing for the young master is that the lowly people are reckless! Today, I have to let you open your eyes!" Feng Chuan was extremely mean.

Mo Liang looked at his fierce face and shook his head helplessly, feeling pitiful.

A warrior with a head full of high and low, flattering and flattering drills, he drew a circle for himself and jumped in, hitting himself with a blue nose and swollen face. From the very beginning, he ruined his martial arts path. Even if he doesn't kill him today, I'm afraid his life will stop here.

"You don't deserve to be a martial artist at all!" Mo Liang snorted coldly.

Warriors, looking for the avenue, helping the people. He has seen the Ma family brothers, Yan Jin, including today's Feng Chuan, who have long forgotten the original meaning of their ancestors' martial arts. The demon has not yet been destroyed, and the human heart is no longer ancient. Such a person is endless, but when he meets him, he will not show mercy!

"Come on!" he clenched his fists, and Mo Liang shouted angrily.

He still hadn't revealed his stabbing spirit. The words fell, and the electric light of the bang clicked on the earth step by step, and it had already rushed over.

This astonishing speed made Changsheng's eyes light up, and Feng Chuan's eyes were even more staring.

"What a handsome body!"

Slightly mockingly, Feng Chuan didn't take Mo Liang in his eyes at all, didn't dodge or dodge, and went straight to meet him with his fist.

After all, he is a literary cultivator of the Nine Grades of Sacred Domain, he is well-informed, and his boxing skills are decent. Its arms are like snakes, lingering and unpredictable, and it is weak and boneless, sometimes forming claws, sometimes forming fists, which is dazzling.

"Eat me a 'green snake flurry'!"

He also reminded him, which shows that he is confident at the moment.

Such contemptuous and harmonious teasing made Mo conscience sneer, this blow must teach him a lesson! Immediately, with a twist of his wrist, the Yuan Force in his body surged, and the indulgence technique had already fluctuated.

"Eat me in a 'special green snake dance'!"

In the midst of the rage, Mo Liang didn't care about his moves, and a punch directly hit his head. Such a person with a weak mind, greedy for life and afraid of death, this punch will eat him to death.

There is no definite formula, and there is no definite law.

It's a simple single punch and directly takes the initiative. Feng Chuan was angry, and hurriedly returned to defense, and a confident move of "Green Snake Flurry" dissipated in mid-air.

The two of them soared and each went backwards.

Being beaten up by Mo Liang, who was weaker than himself, Feng Chuan was so angry that he screamed. "Eat my 'grass swim'!"

As the angry shout fell, I saw Feng Chuan's body also turn into a snake, twisting and swishing in. This seems to be a combination of body and attack, and its speed is so fast that it is faster than the electric light of the indulgence technique.

In the rush, Feng Chuan's body was illusory, his head was not a head, his hands were not hands, and in a phantom, Mo Liang was about to be pasted in the blink of an eye.

The immortal on the side was shocked, this magic method could be regarded as allowing him to see the power of Wen Xiu!" "How can Mo Liang break this move?" he looked at it, and couldn't help but secretly worry about Mo Liang.

Mo Liang smiled slightly and shouted, "Eat my 'special grass swimming'!"

As he spoke, he stepped on a thousand-pound boulder on the side and kicked it out, not attacking Feng Chuan, but falling straight into the fire beside him. This piece of earth fire slurry splashed, don't say that it's so big Feng Chuan, even a bird can't fly in.

The ground was bursting with fire, and Feng Chuan didn't dare to "swim in the grass", and suddenly turned over in mid-air, and retreated, his face full of anger.

Mo Liang's battle of seeing the move can make the eyes of the second generation on the far hillside shine.

"What a great boy!" Pei Yu couldn't help but praise loudly. In the battle of Demon Mountain that day, she was still distracted, but now she had to take a look.

All along, they have the most powerful exercises and the most mysterious martial arts, but the ingenuity of this actual combat cannot be compared with Mo Liang. The simple fist and foot kung fu can shine in Mo Liang's hands, which impresses them. Moreover, Mo Liang had not yet used all kinds of means that day. In Pei Yu's opinion, Feng Chuan has no hope at all!" It's ridiculous, some people are still self-righteous......" Looking at Feng Chuan, who was so angry that she jumped to her feet and scolded Mo Liang for being despicable, she sighed and shook her head.

Mo Liang looked at Feng Chuan, who was still unconscious, playfully, and said coldly: "Now, it's time to try my moves!"

"My first move is called 'Snake Killing Fist'!"

Mo Liang's figure rushed out abruptly, and he was determined to help the electric light in one step, and the speed was very fast, colliding with him in Feng Chuan's disdainful gaze.

The strength of the eight products of ink, under the double increase of the indulgence decision, can be equivalent to the strength of the nine products of the ink, and the strength is comparable to Feng Chuan. But Mo Liang is not Feng Chuan, only those moves.

Fighting with one punch, Mo Liang turned his fist into a palm against Feng Chuan's fist, grabbed Feng Chuan's fist at once, and pulled it hard.

"It's called 'pinching snake claws'!"

Under the influence of "strong fist" and "electric light step", Mo Liang's feeling and understanding of strength has made great progress. At this moment, the power of the meridians resisted, but the opposing power of the body was shocked by his body, turning into a dragging force, blowing and pulling Feng Chuan over.

Losing the balance of the body is a terrible disaster for a martial artist, even though Feng Chuan is not good at martial arts, but the instinctive fear still flashes on his face.

"What!"

In his horror, he couldn't accept that Mora would have the power to overturn him.

"Look at my trick of 'sweeping snake legs' again!"

Feng Chuan leaned forward and lost his balance. Mo Liang kicked him diagonally, kicking him in the shin of his calf, sending him into the air with a pop.

Feng Chuan's eyes were wide open, and the feeling of floating made him feel like he was in a dream.

Mo Liang picked it up but didn't give him a chance to breathe and sober up at all, and immediately slapped it up, and threw it out from the bottom up.

"There's another trick 'slapping the snake'!"

As he drank lightly, Feng Chuan's head buzzed in the air and flew out.

This series of blows made him not even have a chance to fight back, so he directly dizzy.

Mo Liang followed closely behind, kicked between his chest and abdomen, and then quickly surpassed Feng Chuan's height in a high jump, and shouted, "The last move, 'kick the snake foot'!"

This figure that jumped high was like a god in Feng Chuan's eyes, filling his eyes and overturning his mind in an instant.

At this moment, he still couldn't understand why this shit luck guy could get Pei Zun's trust and the respect of the second generation, but he was so flattering, but he couldn't get a look. But there is one thing he understands, he lost, he lost because he was not good at martial arts, and he lost because he was negligent.

"How could I die at the hands of you despicable stinky monkey!"

He scolded loudly, but the sound swallowed hard into his stomach with a crisp click. Mo Liang's kick containing the strength of ten thousand catties broke his neck with incomparable accuracy.

Changsheng watched with his mouth wide open, stunned by Mo Liang's endless impact. Isn't Feng Chuan even more powerful than Mo Liang? Why doesn't it look like it's the same thing at all?

Feng Chuan is dead, and none of the thousands of people outside will remember his name.

With a slight sneer, the second generation turned back to the crowd and continued their journey. Feng Chuan, to them is not even a dog.

Mo Liang also retracted his fists and slowly climbed over the hillside.

Heroes have a hero's way to die, and those who are reluctant have a way to die. Such a demon, exposing the corpse to the mountains and being eaten by wild beasts is the end of him.

"If Sister Hua can promise Mo Liang, it will be a good destination!" After a long time, Changsheng who was standing on the hillside muttered.