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Chen Mo took a look, it turned out to be Fang Yingzhuo, who was also in Chongxuan City, helping Qu Xinghe to cure poison, 'Fang Da Pharmacist'.

"Fang Yingzhuo, it's really you. I said that this noisy sound, why is it so familiar? By the way, it is bragging again? I am not afraid of the wind flashing my tongue. ”

"Rampant, boy, do you think Changchun Valley is your hometown?" Fang Yingzhuo's thin face twisted: "You also want to enter Changchun Valley? ”

In the blink of an eye, a gust of wind blew from the moat, and the black gas was crazy and wanton, blowing the suspension rope, and the two people on the suspension rope were up and down.

The sound of the wind roared in Chen Mo's ears like a ghost, and he looked at Fang Yingzhuo coldly, calm and calm. Under his feet, the extremely skillful "Evergreen" was used, like a root entanglement, standing firmly on the suspension rope, and there was a faint layer of blue light on his body, separating the manic black qi by a few inches.

Fang Yingzhuo's eyes flashed with surprise, he didn't expect that the two spirit master-level outer disciples would be solved so easily. However, Qu Muqing had already sent someone to greet him, and he must prevent Chen Mo from entering Changchun Valley. Coupled with the Chongxuan City, this kid made himself lose face. For all kinds of reasons, new hatred and old hatred, this kid will definitely be knocked off the sling.

"Boom, if you go back, you can still survive for a long time. Fang Yingzhuo had a plan.

"No further ado, I'm the one who stands in my way, I don't mind stepping on your corpse. ”

Chen Molang sneered, Changchun Valley is his own opportunity, and he must grasp it firmly, otherwise he will miss this section. In the battle with that Qu Muqing, the chance of winning is very small. The Buddha prevents the Buddha from killing the Buddha, and the God prevents the killing of the God. Since you have chosen the direction, even if the sky is thundering and the wind and rain are rolling in front of you, you are not afraid. Only when hardships and obstacles are used to temper and temper the body and sharpen the mind.

Violently urging the Xuan Qi in the body to be triggered, rolling like a tide, the surging and surging in the fist continued to condense the qi energy, and the drumming air flow pushed the surrounding black qi out of a distance of half a zhang.

Fang Yingzhuo sneered, only to see his body suddenly twist strangely, the bones of his whole body contracted, and a series of popping sounds were made, and the whole person suddenly seemed to be floating, his body swayed from side to side, fluctuating and changing. One begets two, two begets three. Three ghostly figures appeared, fluttering in the black mist, making it impossible to distinguish the real from the fake.

The illusory eyes showed a trace of disdain for Chen Mo, with his special body style, "three shadows of bewildering eyes", he would definitely make this kid suffer a big loss, and he would fall off the cliff with one move.

His own charm three eyes must be used with powerful divine thoughts. Even if the other party also has divine thoughts, as long as they are not stronger than themselves, they will definitely not be able to distinguish between them. This hateful boy surnamed Chen survived to death with shit luck, which inspired a trace of mixed thoughts, how could He De compare with himself?

Chen Mo's eyes narrowed, it turned out that there were such strange exercises in this world, was it a body technique, or an illusion technique?

Fang Yingzhuo, who was hidden in the three phantoms, a small vortex appeared in the palm of his hand, and he was strangely absorbing the black gas steaming in the heavenly moat, after a few breaths. A black balloon formed in the palm of his hand.

The distance between the two is getting closer and closer, and the battle is touching and breaking.

As soon as the two of them got close, the three figures flickered, and Fang Yingzhuo burst out of the phantom with a palm in an instant, and the black balloon slammed into Chen Mo's head with a rotten and moldy aura.

"Dead Wood Rotten Plant"

The oppressive feeling of dead air came to his face, and the black balloon grew bigger and bigger in Chen Mo's pupils, a foot away from his head, getting closer and closer.

Chen Mo was still as steady as Mount Tai, standing straight on the suspension cable. One inch, you can almost see your eyelashes, touch the black gas on the edge of the black balloon.

The moment the eyelashes fly.

On the side of Chen Mo's head, a punch suddenly burst out, surging out with a thunderous attack, bursting out with a mighty and powerful force.

"Heavenly Thunder Breaking" shook the nine heavens with one palm, moving eight wildernesses, who can resist it?

I only heard a "pop" slap on half of Chen Mo's cheek, and at the same time, "bang" Chen Mo punched Fang Yingzhuo's shoulder, and there were two muffled sounds, and they burst out in no particular order.

It was like the blazing energy of Shining Kyushu and the surrounding black gas, violently colliding together, and in an instant, a light blue spark burst out, and the tumbling scorching energy swept away the black gas with the momentum of sweeping thousands of armies.

On the volley, the two figures each staggered back a few steps.

The black whirlpool under the suspension rope was shaken up a lot, and some sharp and angular stones were faintly revealed, and they sprung up like mushrooms after the rain, and there was dark red blood hanging on one or two spikes, which was the blood of the two people who had just fallen.

The violently shaking suspension rope flattened out, and a small crack appeared in a place that was not visible to the naked eye.

The turtle Xiaohachi, who hung on the suspension rope on one limb, narrowed his turtle eyes into a line, staring at the small crack, shocked like a wooden chicken.

"You, you, you......" Fang Yingzhuo stared at Chen Mo in disbelief, and said in shock: "How is it possible, how can you see through my confused eyes?"

Chen Mo, who frowned, had a slight disorder in his body, and the pores on half of his cheeks were shrinking slightly, like ten thousand embroidery needles pricking, and the pain of melting souls and bones. What kind of vicious occult technique is this? It actually has an eerie and terrifying death aura! Fortunately, he has the most rigid and yang light aura in his body, and in a flash, those dead qi will quickly dissolve without a trace like snow meeting the scorching sun.

Hearing this, he sneered and said: "What kind of charm is three-eyed, it's just a small skill of carving insects, and it can only deceive rural village women." ”

"You ......" Fang Yingzhuo spurted out a mouthful of blood in his throat, and the corners of his mouth kept twitching. He was very uncomfortable, his wide burqa had collapsed, one shoulder had been shattered into minced flesh, and the arm hanging at his side had been discarded.

Fang Yingzhuo, who was so depressed that he was about to vomit blood, first took a three-pin pill "Pulse Protection Pill" to protect the meridians first.

"Little bastard, today is either you dead or I die. "Fang Yingzhuo is mad, is this kid his nemesis? Every time he touches him, there is nothing good to keep it. However, since he has won his own spiritual product mid-level mystic technique "Dead Leaf Palm", under the invasion of death qi, it will continue to erode his vitality. But the good-looking little white face will be eroded by death like a ghost.

Thinking of this, Fang Yingzhuo felt a lot relieved. He was also gloating and preparing to see his whole face withered away.

"You're wrong, you're definitely going to die, and God doesn't want to take me in. Chen Mo quarreled with him from afar, and took the opportunity to recover his Xuan Qi. The little twig in the sea of consciousness seemed to feel the remnants of the dead qi, and automatically poured out a trace of small green liquid, which properly roamed over half of Chen Mo's cheeks, swept away the remaining dead qi, and nourished the damaged and contracted pores.

Seeing Chen Mo's face full of vitality, Fang Yingzhuo was shocked as if he had seen a ghost, and for the first time he had doubts about the "withered leaf palm", as long as this palm rubbed the skin and flesh, between life and death, the skin and flesh would age rapidly day by day, and if he didn't eat a three-grade "Rejuvenation Pill", the dead air would gradually spread, and a large area of skin would die.

Could it be that Chen Mo has a self-healing physique? He roared in his heart and denied, no, I don't believe it, it's impossible.

He gathered his strength in one hand again, and the dark cyan qi swirled more and more, and in the black mist steaming, there seemed to be a faint trace of small black particles wrapped around his palm.

The sparks in Chen Mo's clear eyes jumped, and he no longer had the strength to accumulate thick and thin, glanced at the crack on the suspension, and looked back at the Xuangui Xiaoba and smiled indifferently, with a stubborn arrogance and calm condensation. If you don't enter Changchun Valley, how can you get resources and improve your cultivation, and how can you deal with Qu Muqing's life-and-death battle?

Then there is only one last resort to survive in the dead.

Xuangui Xiaoba was also infected with Chen Mo's desperate and firm will at the moment, and he turned over and leaped onto Chen Mo's shoulder, staring at Fang Yingzhuo with blazing eyes.

One by one, one turtle fights side by side.

Suddenly, "Who's on the suspension?" a loud shout came from the top of the suspension, full of air and domineering.

Fang Yingzhuo was stunned, this was Li Yuankai, the guard at the entrance of the mountain gate of Changchun Valley, it was estimated that the loud sonic boom brought him here.

Hearing no reply, Li Yuankai stood on the suspension rope one foot away from the cliff wall, although his vision was blocked by the black gas barrier in front of him, the tremor of the suspension rope under his feet showed that there was a life-and-death competition between the masters and the masters, and it was none of their business who died or lived, but the suspension rope under his feet was a ropeway personally built by the ancestors of Changchun Valley with the respect of the heavenly powerhouse.

How can a man be so defiled?

"If you don't report your name, don't blame us for being polite. Li Yuankai was furious, waved his hand, and walked towards the middle of the suspension rope with two of his subordinates.

Chen Mo was unusually calm and calm, because he didn't know whether the person who came was friend or foe, he didn't dare to act rashly, so as to avoid bringing unnecessary trouble to himself at the end of the crossbow. One foot bends, wraps around the suspension rope, and urges the only remaining light and Xuan Qi to condense to the other foot. Then condense a small force into the fist.

Fang Yingzhuo was treacherous and thought that his status was extraordinary, and he turned a deaf ear to Li Yuankai's shouting and questioning. The palm wind drew a black whirlwind aimed at Chen Mo's heart, kicked the suspension rope with his foot, and rushed forward with a volley, constantly condensing and stacking heavy forces.

Xuan Turtle Xiaoba, borrowing Chen Mo's shoulder, kicked his legs, flew out, flipped in the air, his body suddenly swelled to the size of a round table, and the edge of the turtle shell turned into a sharp blade as thin as a piece of paper in the electric jet, and the domineering power spun into a huge spinning top, cutting horizontally towards Fang Yingzhuo's head.

Fang Yingzhuo's frightened heart trembled, and both eyeballs were about to fall out of their sockets. I had seen this turtle in Qu Xinghe's mansion, and I thought it was a cowardly and incompetent pet raised by Chen Mofeng, but I didn't expect it to become so big in an instant, and it also exerted its fierce combat effectiveness. Chen Mo, a son of a declining family, broke out unbelievable hole cards again and again.

"Damn the king. Fang Yingzhuo gritted his teeth and hated, and in a flash, three figures appeared, narrowly avoiding Xiao Ba's attack, and the killing move still blasted towards Chen Mo.

Feeling that Chen Mo's strength was weak, he took advantage of his illness to kill him and showed his last trick.

"Die to me! ”

The rotten and rotten dead air pushed over, and the accumulation of destruction and bone erosion came to the heart.

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