"It's hard to deal with. ~~~!~~~~" Mo Zhong felt the aura of danger for the first time, this guy with a stick is definitely a hard stubble, and it can be seen that there is basically no one around him who feels like he is standing. "I'm here to fight you!" the strong man screamed angrily, spit a few mouthfuls of spit on his hand, rubbed the short stick in his hand, and kicked the ground a few times with his legs, rushing towards Mo Zhong as quickly as a bull. "Unbeatable!" Mo Zhong was surprised, the strength of this guy's body is definitely terrifying, if he is hit by this guy, plus the short stick in his hand, it looks like a character who is not easy to mess with. "I'll dodge!" turned to the side, trying to dodge to the left, but the crowd was willing to give up such a good opportunity, and in an instant, a few large knives blocked Mozhong's escape route, and he had to face the guy rushing head-on. "Damn!" Mo Zhong scolded secretly, this can't be hidden, even if you can resist hard, maybe you will end it, this is too cost-effective. "Fight it!" Mo Zhong thought of the use of true qi in the illusion, and his hand slowly lit up with earthy yellow true qi, this guy is just a handful of strength, and it is estimated that he will not use any yin tricks.

"It's close!" Mo Chong's pupils contracted sharply, this level of impact was the first time he faced it, he took a deep breath, and saw the direction of the short stick, Mo Zhong twisted his body, knelt on his knees, and instantly lowered his height to the minimum, the violent wind swept across his face and crawled over, a gust of wind whistled and made the tip of Mo Chong's nose hurt, the black blue flashed in front of him, and Mo Zhong took a breath a little, and finally avoided this stick. "It's not over yet!" The big man laughed, as if he had known that Mo Zhong would be like this, the short stick immediately changed the moment he passed Mo Chong's face, and the direction of progress, a stick turned into a split, Mo Zhong roared, and twisted his body as much as he could, but when the old force had gone to the new force and was not born, how could he avoid this stick that was bound to succeed, the arrow of the ink weight burst out a ball of blood, feel it yourself, the shoulder blade is afraid to be broken. "Poof!" The body was hit hard, Mo Zhong couldn't help but feel a sweet throat, a mouthful of blood had already gushed up, and he swallowed it hard, at this time, you must not vomit blood, if you vomit, it means that you are weaker than him, you have admitted this situation in your heart, and you are giving in to him. "It's quite backbone. The big man smiled, and put the short stick on his shoulder, thinking about when to take the life of the guy in front of him.

"You look at me too much," Mo Zhong chuckled, the sharp pain in his shoulder made him almost unable to maintain a high level of concentration, because of the injury to his shoulder, one of his arms could no longer effectively use his true qi, and the light of his true qi on one hand had become fainter and fainter. "Fertile lie down!" After receiving such a heavy blow, Mo Zhong didn't roll his eyes like this, and fainted like this, "Damn!" A burst of pain came, and Mo Zhong gritted his teeth, it really fucking hurt. "Catch it!" Mo Chong's outstretched hands finally approached the strong man's forehead and legs, Mo Chong's eyes were happy, and he finally achieved the predetermined goal, as long as he grabbed his legs, this battle would be considered a victory for Mo Chong. "Hey, do you have any last words?" The strong man's arrogant posture was as if he had already eaten him, and his contemptuous eyes made Mo Zhong very unhappy.

"Hey, hey, what kind of look is this, are you not convinced? Do you still want to grab the man's legs and feet and kneel and beg for mercy?" The strong man looked at the man at his feet with disdain, and the vulgar words kept coming out from the surrounding crowd, and gradually, I don't know why, everyone stopped making a sound, and only Mo Chong's voice was left in the field. Like the oppressive feeling of low-pressure clouds invading the city, almost everyone subconsciously held their breath, leaving only the low laughter in the field, which still echoed in everyone's ears. The audience also cooperated and stopped screaming, they looked closely at the boy who fell to the ground, the boy who gave them madness, he was laughing, why was he laughing, shouldn't this situation be nervous?" The strong man was weak, even he didn't know why he was afraid, maybe it was an instinct, this guy in front of him suddenly became a fierce beast, and even standing in front of him had to bear incomparable pressure.

"Haha, hahahaha!" The laughter grew louder and louder, even to the point of harshness, and everyone stared at Mo Zhong tightly, looking at the man whose face was obscured. "I'm going to take off your mask!" shouted the strong man, not so much telling others as to cheer himself up, the bravery of the moment was gone, and he reached out to touch the hand that was heavy on his lap. At this moment, Mo Chong's piercing laughter came to an abrupt end, and a terrible scream pierced the sky, followed by thunderous applause, and the audience went crazy, what was the situation! The strong man who had the upper hand was torn to pieces by the man wearing the mask? The blood! The voice! There is only one word to describe it, and that is perfection! Mo Zhong was holding half of his leg in his hand, and his mask had long been dyed red because of the murder, making him look even more terrifying and weird. "One!" Mo Zhong muttered silently, everyone present doesn't want to live!

The long-term repression has made it nowhere to release the pressure, but in this arena of life and death, he has found the perfect vent, these guys who want to tear him apart! torture and kill! are all murderous, Mo Zhong found that he had no pressure at all when he made a move, since he chose to embark on this path and provoked him, he must be ready to be killed. "Hahaha! Thank you! Thank you for giving me such a good opportunity! Come on, come on!" Mozhong laughed wildly, his feet dancing into a phantom, and he appeared next to a man, tapping the man's helmet lightly, or appearing behind the other person, blowing a cool breath on the man's neck, or even finding someone directly, twisting his arm while dancing with him, and when he left, the man had fallen to the ground and wailed, offering his singing voice to the next dancer. "Oh, come on, let's have a bloody ball!" Mozhong's voice echoed in the arena, and the audience was also excited, it was the first time in so many years that they had seen such a wonderful brawl, and they did not hesitate to applaud themselves, and they looked forward to seeing more.

"Come on, don't be shy, boy, you know you won't succeed if you don't get the timing right. Mo Zhong took a person's hand, took him into his arms, and slightly shifted left and right to flash the other chopped blades, while spinning his body and dancing in the field, and the person in his hand was like a weak lamb, and the knife in his hand had already been broken by Mo Zhong's dark energy and broke his bones, and it was stuck diagonally not far away. "Giggle!" came a strange sound in the man's throat, apparently the pain had prevented him from even uttering a complete sentence, and there was only fear in his eyes, what kind of devil this was. Could it be that Heaven has sent them to punish them?" "Hey, what's your expression?" so sad, so sad. "Could it be that your mother has been kidnapped?" Mo Zhong looked at the man in his arms with pity, the earthy yellow light flashed in his hand, and the man's other arm was also pinched and shattered.

"Come on, boys, let you hear my story, sing my praises, come together, dance for me!"