Mo Liang looked at Ma Xiangyang, who came ruthlessly, with an expressionless face. Then, under the gaze of everyone, he slowly took steps and walked towards Ma Xiangyang.

He walked calmly, and he didn't realize Ma Xiangyang's aggressive spirit at all. This cold and indifferent expression fell in Ma Xiangfei's eyes, and he involuntarily struck a spirit, and for some reason a sense of foreboding suddenly rose.

"Cut~ a guy who doesn't think he can do anything. Ma Xiangdong watched from behind, his arms folded in front of his chest, his head raised slightly, and sneered coldly.

A group of warriors looked at Mo Liang's figure like him, like an ant who was about to challenge an elephant. In everyone's impression, Mo Liang is just the strength of the six grades of ink, but Ma Xiangyang has the strength of the seven grades of ink - the later stage of ink.

No one can believe that a guy who has entered the sixth grade of ink can break through to the seventh grade of ink so quickly. The bottleneck of advancing to 369 is extremely difficult for any martial artist.

"Although the speed with which his strength has improved is surprising and even rare. Ma Xiangyang, who can deal with the seventh grade of ink, is purely looking for death!" Yan Jin's small eyes flashed, looking at Mo Liang who was coming step by step, and he already regarded him as a dead man in his heart.

From the other party's playful gaze, Mo Liang smiled coldly in his heart, ignoring the past. Now, he looked at Ma Xiangyang and remembered all kinds of coercion during this period of time. This guy, relying on his arrogant strength, made Kitamura into a miasma!

"Let's end it all today!" he said silently in his heart, and he quietly clenched his fists.

Ma Xiangyang smiled fiercely, and Mo Liang took the initiative to meet him, and he couldn't ask for it. As the intent of the stabbing soul rose, his skin was slightly red to the naked eye, and he looked hard.

Having practiced in the Holy City Quasi-Guard for many years, Ma Xiangyang is much higher than the Beicun martial artist in terms of martial arts and vision. At this moment, just looking at his imminent battle but his steps are steady, he seems to be relaxed but his body is tense, and he looks like an old man, he knows that he is by no means easy to deal with.

Mo Liang didn't dare to underestimate it, and the strength of the seven products of the ink was also secretly surging.

In the later stage of ink, Yuan Li broke through the wall into a lake, and once it was running, the rumbling thunderous sound made the body contain powerful power. This power, like the dragon out of the abyss, is uneasy to calm when he doesn't see the sun, making his blood boil.

"Let's go to war!"

With a low roar, Mo Liang's momentum changed suddenly. Slowly moving forward, the pedaling intensified, rushing towards the horse to the sun. At the same time, the right fist was clenched, and the Yuan Li Lake and sea in the body were rippling, and it was running.

In the midst of everyone's slight exclamations, Mo Liang actually took the initiative to launch an offensive against Ma Xiangyang.

"It's good to come!" Ma Xiangyang laughed and shouted. The majestic body turned even redder with the intent of the stabbing soul and the operation of the yuan force. The hands clapped together, making a thunderous sound, disturbing people's minds. At the same time, his feet were not slow at all, and his body was two heads taller than Mo Liang, and the black pressure bullied him.

One of his palms was raised high, and as he gritted his teeth, the palm immediately became fiery red, and he felt a warm temperature coming to his face before he was close.

Sure enough, it is the quasi-guard of the Holy City, and his martial arts skills are extraordinary!

When Mo Liang stared at his palm, he sighed in his heart. There was also a burning fighting spirit, rising from all corners of the body, as if the blood had already burned.

Mo Liang is now a strong man in the seven grades of ink. Moreover, with all the demon elements in Montenegro devoured, he not only just entered the seventh grade of ink, but also had the strength of the late stage of the seventh grade of ink, and he was not far from the eighth grade of ink. At this moment, facing the powerful martial arts of Ma Xiangyang, who is also a seven-grade ink, it is the time to test his strength, how can he retreat?

"I'll eat your palm!" shouted loudly, and his high-spirited appearance made Ma Xiangyang's palm sink even more.

"Insolence!" Ma Xiangyang shouted angrily and slapped Mo Liang's head viciously.

There are not many martial arts moves in Moliang, and the only ones that can be called martial arts are "strong fist" and "electric light one-word step". At this moment, he faced Ma Xiangyang's palm, concentrating and calming, trying hard to find the mystery of the "strong fist" boxing platform, but to no avail. In the end, it was just a simple, unpretentious punch, and a palm, and some were just the most genuine strength.

"Bang", in the gaze of everyone, especially the eyes of the warriors who seemed to be unable to bear to see Mo Liang about to vomit blood and roll and shrink, one palm and one fist met.

Ma Xiangyang's body shook violently, and in the moment of handover, he felt that a powerful force that was not weaker than the late stage of the Seventh Grade of Ink swept over, and even the "Flame Palm" that he had been practicing hard for five years could not resist. "In the late stage of the seventh grade of ink!" his eyes quickly dilated, and a sense of horror pierced his pupils from his heart in an instant, and he looked at Mo Liang in a daze.

"This power ......"

Mo Liang's fist was imprinted on Ma Xiangyang's palm, and he was at ease. I muttered in my heart, this Ma Xiangyang is the strength of the early stage of the seventh grade of ink. If it was changed before yesterday, the strength of the early stage of the seventh grade of ink was enough to crush him, but now in front of the strength of the late stage of the seventh grade of ink, it is not enough.

This gap is not big, but it is enough to disappoint Mo Liang. "Too weak!" he shook his head helplessly.

In the horrified eyes of everyone, Ma Xiangyang Tengteng took three steps back, while Mo Liang only took one step back and went out.

The hearts of all the warriors shrank fiercely at this moment, and a sense of panic quietly rose. "Mo Liang actually repelled Ma Xiangyang!!"

Ma Xiangyang was speechless. He has always been self-righteous as the number one strong man in Beicun, the only strong man in the late stage of entering ink, and the force he relies on is like a joke in front of Mo Liang at this moment.

"No, it can't be!" he muttered to himself, suddenly raising his head, and roaring hoarsely, "You must have borrowed an external force!" In the palms, there was a fiery red, and the "flame palms" came out together, and the hot wind gusted.

At this moment, all the warriors couldn't help but raise their hearts. They looked at Mo Liang under Ma Xiangyang's palm, how much they hoped that his strength was just a flash in the pan.

Mo Liang took a breath of air lightly, looked at Ma Xiangyang, who was crazy, and the martial artist who was nervous, and muttered to himself: "This farce, it's time to end!" Ma Xiangyang is no longer an opponent for him, and he has lost his qualifications.

Indulgence, with the strength of the seven products of ink, it is even more powerful.

"It's over!"

Suddenly, there was a loud shout, and when Ma Xiangyang's palms slashed, Mo Liang suddenly ran the indulgence trick. In the lake of Yuan Qi, the waves rolled, and a surging tide of Yuan Force surged towards the fist of the right arm at this moment. Click~Click! The whole right arm trembled.

At the same time, an irresistible force emanated from his fist.

Under the collision, Ma Xiangyang flew straight out of the air for more than three feet, his whole body was churning with blood, he spit out a mouthful of blood, and lay on the ground after rolling, without a trace of strength to stand up. For a moment, it was the power equivalent to the eight grades of ink!

"How is it possible!" he muttered incredulously, shaking his head incessantly.

The battle situation that ended abruptly in an instant made the warriors who were watching the battle suddenly gasp. This battle, to put it mildly, is like Mo Liang playing with Ma Xiangyang. Their eyes were fixed on Mo Liang, full of horror and fear.

With Mo Liang's gaze, he slowly looked at Yan Jin and the others, and everyone immediately shouted in horror, and the "ah" suddenly scattered in a chaotic manner.

At this moment, even Yan Jin was extremely frightened. It was as if the scene of the old dragon's back bear cave in the mountains had been repeated again, and a chill climbed from the top of the back.

This young man is terrifying! His strength has increased so quickly that it is far beyond comprehension!

Mo Liang looked around. The warrior was stunned and frightened, and the people looked at him with reverence as if they were heroes. He sighed softly, fixed his gaze at the group of warriors, and said lightly: "I remember that you have guarded Beicun for many years, and you are not the most evil people, and I just don't think anything has happened before. ”

Then, he deliberately swept Ma Xiangyang, Yan Jin, Ma Xiangfei, and Ma Xiangdong...... , with a cold gaze. "Ma Xiangyang, Yan Jin, take your people and leave the village! I don't want to make a scene of cannibalism in front of the clansmen!" The cruel tone immediately made Ma Xiangfei, Ma Xiangdong, Wang Yongcai, Wang Yongwen and the others turn pale.