Mo Wen threw out the spear, and his body chased it out quickly, and the last shot came first, and a punch was struck, like a giant hammer to Xia Houjie's chest.

"Huh?"

Xia Houjie was shocked, and hurriedly protected his chest with both hands, he knew very well the liliang of the person in front of him, if this punch was solid, he would be shocked to death.

Xia Houjie regretted it, regretted that he couldn't stand it for a while, so he was conceited and came to intercept and kill this son.

I wanted to establish prestige among my clan, but I didn't expect that if I was defeated, I am afraid that I will die today.

If there was a possibility of another choice, he would never come and provoke this son alone.

"Bang!" "Poof......"

With a dull loud noise, Xia Houjie's arms were suddenly blurred with flesh and blood, and a mouthful of blood couldn't help but spurt out.

Mo Wen's figure caught up again, and his right hand suddenly hit again.

"Bang...... Click!"

There was a burst of broken bones, Xia Houjie's arms were broken, and blood was splashed.

"Roaring ......"

He was at the end of his rope, and with a roar of rage, his body in mid-air spun violently and kicked out.

"Bang!"

It was all in vain, Mo Wen let that kick on his body, and the punch was extremely brave.

"Bang...... Cluck...... Smack!"

Mo Wen's body shook, and Xiahou Jie flew out like a rag bag, smashing on the cold ground with a snap, staining a large area of rain red.

"You...... cough cough cough ......"

Xia Houjie looked at the blood gushing out of his chest in disbelief, and wanted to question something, but he was blocked by the blood choking out of his throat, and pieces of fine internal organs were mixed in it.

"Bluff ......"

Xiao Bai jumped out after the rain, and the blood stains on the tiger's claws had not been washed away by the rain, and the fierce aura unique to the fierce beast on its body became more and more intense.

Mo Wen glanced indifferently at Xiahou Jie, who was gradually dying in his eyes, and then walked forward slowly

In the rain, a cold corpse lay lonely on the bluestone slab, soaked white by the rain.

"Hmph! Nanzhao Imperial Family! I don't provoke you, but you will provoke me first. Those old immortals on Kunwu Mountain don't pick up you, then I'll pick them up!"

He walked through the rain and headed straight for an attic where a fierce murderous intent had erupted just now, but in the end it had been gone.

If Mo Wen remembers correctly, this is the courtyard of Xiahou Ming, the heir of Prince Gong of the Nanzhao Imperial Family, and he is an amazing genius who entered the Crouching Tiger Pavilion with the golden holy order.

Above the attic, Xiahou Ming stood majestically, wearing a purple and gold crown to the sky, a silver dress, and a furious Jiao hidden in the clouds was tattooed on his chest.

He carried these hands and smiled lightly, looking through the rain curtain at the man and the leopard in the rain.

"That waste didn't kill you, but it has some ability!" Xia Houming was a little surprised.

The reason why he didn't make a move just now was not because he was afraid of Mo Wen, but because he felt that kind of waste...... It's not worth shooting for him.

"Isn't that what you want?" Mo Wen sneered.

"It's what I want, but you still want me to do it, this kind of weather ......" Xiahou Ming smiled lightly, carrying this hand, looking at the rain falling from the sky with some disgust.

"That's why you broke out with that intense murderous intent?" Mo Wen said in a deep voice.

"Not bad!" Xia Hou nodded shallowly.

"It just so happens that the battle just now is not too enjoyable!" Mo Wen said fiercely.

"Uh......" Xiahou Ming was stunned, but then shook his head with a chuckle: "Where is there so much resentment and anger in your heart?"

"I'll tell you when you die. Mo Wen sneered.

"Hehe! You really dare to think about it!" Xiahou Ming laughed angrily.

"Hmph! I don't just dare to think, I dare to do. ”

Mo Wen drank coldly, and suddenly stomped his feet, like a big peng with wings, and swooped down on Xiahou Ming in the pavilion.

"Hmph! you don't deserve to go upstairs!"

Xiahou was provoked by the person in front of him to anger in his heart tomorrow morning, like a tiger out of the cage, and slapped forward with one palm.

"Bang!"

A circle of mist spread in the air in a circle, and the violent wind swept up the torrential rain in the courtyard, and the two figures flew back upside down.

"Hmph!" Mo Wen drank coldly, and suddenly kicked on the big tree in the courtyard while retreating, and attacked again with the power of the rebound.

"Look for death!"

Xia Houming stepped on a floor slab with a bang during his violent retreat, and there was an inexplicable anger in his heart, and he also took a few steps and punched Mo Wen with a bang.

"Bang bang...... Boom!"

The two fought several times in the air in an instant, and they were actually comparable, Mo Wenhun was beaten backwards by a punch, and slapped his backhand on Xia Houming's shoulder blade.

Then both kicked out at the same time.

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound, and two figures in the air flew back upside down at the same time.

"Whew...... Gurg...... Click!"

Mo Wen borrowed the big tree in the courtyard to bend the thick tree with a bowl mouth a little extremely, creaking loudly, and almost breaking.

"Wow...... Bang Bang ......"

That Xiahou Ming also retreated in embarrassment, Zuihou leaned against the vermilion pillar of the pavilion, and with a loud bang, the entire attic shook violently.

"Huh?"

The two looked at each other in surprise at the same time, and the fierce fire of war burned in their eyes.

"Bang!"

Both sides stomped their feet at the same time, their bodies were like rabbits, and they swept into the hospital, fists facing each other, and hit them violently.

"Bang!

Both fists were blocked at the same time, a flipped in the air, and a kick on the other's shoulders at the same time.

"Boom ......"

Xiahou Ming trampled on the courtyard wall with one foot in his fall, and took off with his strength, like a dragon going to sea.

"Boom...... Click!"

Mo Wen kicked his feet on top of the tree, his fists were like a heavy hammer, and the tree behind him was overwhelmed by gravity and snapped.

"Boom ......"

Hitting each other in pairs, the huge liliang crushed the rainwater around several zhang, and the falling raindrops were all interrupted.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

The two fell to the ground, turning into two afterimages at the same time, and the furious fist power poured frantically on each other.

"Whew...... Bang!"

Mo Wen kicked a rockery boulder the size of a grinding plate in the courtyard away, and Xiahou Ming bombarded it with a heavy fist and smashed it with one punch.

The two chased each other wildly in the courtyard, countless rockery flowers and plants were smashed by the two, and the powerful liliang hit each other, and the grass under their feet was cut off a few inches.

"Ahhh............h

The two fought to the point of madness, and they both roared wildly, and countless punches and feet hit each other.

At this moment, the corners of his mouth were stained with blood, his hair was scattered, and he was embarrassed.

"Roar!"

Xiahou Ming was furious, the dignified Nanzhao royal family, and the genius who went straight to the Crouching Tiger Pavilion actually fought to a draw with a little-known kid, this kind of record was an absolute insult to him.

He began to attack with all his might, leaping and flying, like a tiger pounced, wanting to defeat Mo Wen as soon as possible.

"Roar!"

Mo Wen is also furious, he has a strong body, but he is still suppressed, and there is a bad breath in his chest, or he will vomit unpleasantly.

"Bang bang ......"

The two collided in the air without any fancy blows, and then the hammer-like giant fists bombarded each other wildly.

"Roar...... Bang!"

They roared wildly, punching each other back.

"Boom...... Boom...... Bang!"

"Boom ......"

Xia Houming crashed into the attic, and there was a series of collisions inside.

Mo Wen also flew upside down, and the boom knocked down a large section of the courtyard wall. Blood was leaking from the corners of his mouth and his hair was scattered. Xiahou Ming's strength is somewhat rare in the Great Wilderness. If it weren't for the extreme strength of his physical body, I am afraid that he would have been defeated at this moment.

Xiahou Ming was also very embarrassed, the handsome and dashing son-in-law was long gone, the placket of his chest was broken, revealing a silver-white inner armor, and there was blood bleeding at the corner of his mouth.

He held on to the central pillar of the attic and looked at Mo Wen viciously, his powerful body and powerful battle intent burning.

"Roar!"

Nothing else, the two of them roared furiously, their bodies changed from extremely static to extremely moving, and with the remnants of the Dao, they collided together again violently.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

There was a dull loud noise, and everywhere the two of them went, everything was destroyed by rage.

"Roar......" "Bang!"

In the fierce confrontation, Mo Wen roared angrily, and beat Xiahou Ming away with a punch.

"Roaring ......"

Xiahou Ming suddenly crushed the boulder behind him, reversed his body, and returned furiously, his black hair dancing wildly, like an angry lion.

Mo Wen was fearless, swung his fists sharply, and hit a large number of fist shadows, competing against each other.

"Xiahou Ming, you are destined to fall today!"

He shouted loudly in his mouth, like a fierce beast in the wilderness, and his fists bombarded forward frantically.

"Boom Boom Boom Boom ......"

The powerful Liliang and the brutal fighting method made Xiahou Ming retreat in a frenzy, and the scattered fist shadows shattered several large stones in the courtyard.

"Roar!"

Mo Wen yelled, and hit Xiahou Ming in the chest three times in succession, knocking him sideways and crashing into the pavilion.

"Roar...... You're looking for death!"

What a shame it is to be pressed and beaten by an ant from a wrinkled eagle courtyard?

If this matter comes out, his clansmen will no longer have the face to mix in the imperial capital.

Xiahou Ming was furious and rushed out of the pavilion, until now, only the blood of the person in front of him can wash away such a shame.

He flew up with a loud voice, and directly struck the extremely sharp whirlwind leg.

"Bang!"

Mo Wen blocked with his hand, making a dull loud noise, and the raindrops around him shook into rain and mist.

"Whew!"

He grabbed Xia Houming's leg with his backhand, snorted, and threw him out. Then he caught up and punched him in the back.

"Bang!"

With a solid punch, Xiahou Ming's mid-air figure rolled over, and he slammed into Mo Wen's shoulder with a heavy leg slash.

"Click!"

Mo asked with both hands to block the frame, and the huge liliang shattered the two bluestone slabs under his feet.

"Roar!"

He roared angrily, lifted Xiahou Ming's feet up, kicked him in the lower abdomen, and kicked him away.

"Ah......h

Xiahou Ming vomited blood in his mouth, roared in pain, and smashed into the attic, smashing a large number of tables and chairs.

Mo Wen chased after him, and a thousand catties fell in mid-air, and he stomped on Xiahou Ming.

"Roar!"

Xiahou Ming roared, slapped his palm on the ground, and his body flew sideways. In mid-air, Mo Wen's figure changed suddenly, and a whip leg came in the air.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, Xiahou Ming was suddenly swept away.

"Whoosh!" "Click!"

Mo Wen's figure followed like a ghost, and a heavy punch slammed into Xiao Hou Ming's body, shattering all his ribs and internal organs in the chest, and then kicking him away.

"Poof...... Bang!"

Mo Tianming's body flew out several feet, rumbled through the attic, and smashed into the messy courtyard.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Xiahou Ming vomited blood in his mouth, his internal organs were shattered, his vitality was cut off, and his eyes were already dead.

Mo Wen looked at him indifferently, and scolded viciously: "What kind of thing are you Nanzhao Imperial Family, I Kunwu Mountain is so easy to bully?"

"What? you...... You are...... cough cough cough cough ......"

Xiahou Ming's heart was shocked, and he looked at Mo Wen in horror and inexplicably, blood spurted wildly in his mouth, and his eyes were speechless.

"The Nanzhao royal family, the Canglan Holy Mountain, I will return today's humiliation to him a thousand times!"

Mo Wen suppressed his voice and roared in a low voice, this time was the darkest moment of his life.

"Woo woo woo ......"

Xiaobai jumped into the hospital, and there was a huge head rubbing against Mo Wen's clothes.

"Hehe! Xiaobai's performance today is good!"

Mo Wen chuckled, touched Xiaobai's wet head, turned around and walked slowly towards his small courtyard.