Crazy, crazy, crazy, angry.

Zhou Meng completely exploded, he had never had this feeling of eagerness to kill.

"Mo Ziang, die!"

Roar, the anger shook the sky, it seemed to break through the sky, straight up to the ninth night, who in the world dares to stop?!

The thin body seemed to contain monstrous power, and the rolling power struck like a torrent, and the entire earth seemed to shake under Zhou Meng's run.

Mo Ziang's face was gloomy, like the weather before the rainstorm, hey, his figure flickered, and more than 160 bones in his body all exploded, and in an instant, the power of more than 5,600 elephants suddenly burst out.

"Mo Ziang, die!"

"Zhou Meng, die!"

The two roared, fisted, and boomed!

The power of a thousand elephants, the power of five thousand six hundred elephants!

The huge disparity, the difference between cloud and mud, the result of one punch, can be imagined, but at the moment when the two fists collided, Zhou Meng's fist burst into golden light.

"What, this is impossible!" Mo Ziang's eyes were full of horror, at this moment, Zhou Meng's strength was like a flood, slamming into the embankment, and in an instant, the power of nearly seven thousand elephants was directly blasted out.

Boom, the two fists collided, and a sound like a stone falling into the water sounded faintly, but it seemed to disturb a piece of originally calm water, pulling out boundless ripples.

"No! This is impossible, you actually hide your strength!Zhou Meng, you damn guy, no!" Mo Ziang roared angrily, and as soon as the two punched each other, he felt a violent force tearing at his body, as if he was about to tear his body to pieces in an instant.

"Poof. Mo Ziang's body was like a kite with a broken string, as if it had been hit hard by a fast-moving locomotive, and his figure fell backwards and flew, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out, turning into a cloud of blood mist in the air.

Zhou Meng's body also retreated again and again, with the strength of more than 5,600 elephants, he could only use seven broken fists to win in one battle, but this was not his real strength after all, and his body couldn't withstand such a big impact, so he retreated again and again.

Crunch, Zhou Meng, who was rapidly retreating, moved his toes again and again, and the loess on the ground was pulled out of a twenty-centimeter-deep ravine, and a puff of dust and smoke came out.

"Take advantage of your illness to kill you!" Zhou Meng raised his head, his eyes shining with a terrifying essence.

Wow, the figure burst out, attacking Mo Ziang, who had not yet landed, his arm pulled up, like a curved bow of the full moon, and the golden light on the fist surface overflowed, as if it was full of power from the primeval world.

"Mo Ziang, die!"

Boom, punch out, another seven broken punches, completely drained all the power in his body, after two punches, there was no strength to fight, but Zhou Meng knew that once this punch hit Mo Ziang, he would definitely die, and there was no other possibility!

Mo Ziang, who was flying upside down in mid-air, saw this menacing punch, his eyes were filled with horror and fear, and he felt that death did not seem to be so far away, and the next moment would come.

"No, Zhou Meng, you can't kill me!" Mo Ziang roared in horror, his falling body wanted to twist, but unfortunately he still couldn't dodge Zhou Meng's killing punch.

Bang, the sound was like thunder, Mo Ziang's body smashed directly into the ground, and a human-shaped giant pit was smashed, and the whole person was like a boiled prawn, bending over and bowing in the pit, seemingly lifeless, motionless.

Zhou Meng's face was pale, he gasped violently, looking at Mo Ziang in front of him, he could no longer detect the movement of a trace of breath, and he used all his strength to kill in an instant, eliminating the hatred in his heart.

"Frame me, Mo Ziang, didn't tear you to pieces, swallowed you with the Great Wilderness Trick, he already has a good hand for you, after all, he is the same door. Zhou Meng's voice was cold, and the rich murderous intent in his eyes gradually dissipated.

Turning around and looking at Murong Yanran riding on the Benyun Beast, Zhou Meng couldn't help but smile and waved his hand at her, Murong Yanran was also smiling happily, but suddenly, her face stiffened, and her eyes were full of horror, incredible.

"Zhou Meng, you're happy too early!"

Suddenly, a sharp sound sounded, and Zhou Meng opened his eyes wide, how could it be that he had received two seven broken punches from himself, and he was not dead, what strength did this Mo Ziang have!

Bang, the next moment, Zhou Meng only felt that his back was extremely hot, a huge force directly permeated his whole body, three bones were directly broken in his back, and the pain in his heart directly permeated his whole body.

Boom, another punch, Zhou Meng's right leg bone was directly smashed, and Mo Ziang behind him was covered in blood, like a Shura crawling out of hell, his face was hideous.

"Zhou Meng, I didn't expect you to have such a terrifying explosive power, but unfortunately, I, Mo Ziang, the strongest of the Xuanwu supernatural powers of cultivation, is defense, you cast two punches, and now your breath is weak, where is there still the possibility of fighting back, and then you have only one ending, which is death!"

Mo Ziang smiled, directly lifted Zhou Meng's hair, threw it hard, threw it directly in mid-air, and fell to the ground fiercely, smashing up a piece of dust.

"Haha, Zhou Meng, kill you, the secrets of your whole body will be known, and you even have Senior Brother Yuntong's Turtle Breath Technique, I guessed correctly, you actually opened sixty-six bones, but I can only detect twenty pieces, this is Senior Brother Yuntong's unique Turtle Breath Technique, these will all belong to me Mo Ziang!"

Mo Zi roared in the sky, at this moment, Zhou Meng's life and death were held in his hands, as long as he used a little force, Zhou Meng would die.

In the distance, Murong Yanran's eyes were red, and tears couldn't stop flowing down: "No, it's impossible, Zhou Meng, you can't die, no!"

Like a cuckoo crying blood, Murong Yanran slapped the Benyun Beast under her crotch, and came to Zhou Meng's side in an instant, jumped off the Benyun Beast, directly picked up Zhou Meng, who was breathing weakly, and cried bitterly.

"Well, I'm fine, don't cry, crying is a flowery face, it won't look good. Zhou Meng no longer had any strength in his body, raised his hand with difficulty, smiled slightly, and a trace of blood oozed from his mouth, which made Murong Yanran cry even more.

"Tsk, Zhou Meng, don't show any affection here, don't worry, after you die, this little girl, the master will definitely taste it, haha!" Mo Ziang stepped forward step by step, a hideous smile filled his face.

Murong Yanran stood up directly, stretched out her arms and blocked in front of Zhou Meng: "No, if you want to kill Zhou Meng, kill me first!"

"Yo, it's so tragic, you roll Lao Tzu aside, otherwise don't blame me for destroying flowers with spicy hands, tsk, look at this little appearance, I am really reluctant to kill you, don't worry, Lao Tzu will make you want to die later!" Mo Ziang smiled slightly and continued to move forward, he walked very slowly and pretended to be forced.

And Zhou Meng, who was walking on the ground, was filled with golden light in his body, frantically devouring the power that hit his body, and a torrent of torrents replenished himself, but these were far from allowing Zhou Meng to have terrifying combat power in a short period of time.

Suddenly, Zhou Meng's mind lit up, and his body, which already had some strength, struggled to get up.

Ding, the sorrowful knife was held in his hand, and a fierce knife intent suddenly erupted.

"Mo Ziang, little master, see if you can block my final blow!" The corners of Zhou Meng's mouth raised slightly, and his left hand directly stopped Murong Yanran to the side.

The next moment, the knife, moved.

"The Demon Sword of Destroying the World, rampaging for 90,000 miles!"

Wow, the sword light flashed, spanning several miles, as if it was about to sweep the entire land, and the terrifying boundless sword light, like a rapidly rotating tornado, had already appeared by Mo Ziang's side in the next moment.

"No!"

Mo Ziang subconsciously protected his face, and after a breath, the sword light in the sky swept in front of him, leaving only endless flesh and blood stains.

Rampant for 90,000 miles, one knife, kill Mo Ziang, leave no corpse!

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