The young man looked at the blush on Mo Ming's shoulder from a distance, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but sneer.

"You are not my opponent, I can give you a chance to live, as long as you present all the things on you, I can promise not to kill you!"

Mo Ming gritted his teeth and didn't speak, but secretly operated the Hundred Refining Duan Pulse Technique, and his muscles bulged slightly, forcibly stopping the blood in the wound.

This blow gave Mo Ming a new understanding of the immortal cultivator, and he already understood what the red light just now was, it was not a magic weapon, but a spell that belonged to the immortal cultivator alone.

Spells are hooked by using the spiritual power in the body in a special way, and the power shown is often more powerful than ordinary magic weapons, and what they do is even more weird, making people unguardable.

The physical body of the Golden Body Realm can resist ordinary magic weapon attacks, but it is still difficult to resist this kind of strange spell after all, and Mo Ming has never experienced this kind of spell attack, and it is suddenly difficult to parry.

However, Mo Ming was not too afraid in his heart, but listened to the young man's words more and more calmly.

Although the other party's words seemed to be sincere, the threat in his tone was not revealed, and he naturally would not believe it.

What's more, the other party had already broken his promise before, and hearing these words again at this time can only be described by two words: ridiculous.

Seeing that Mo Ming didn't speak, the young man's brows furrowed slightly, and his face became a little ugly.

"What, do you still want to resist? Then don't blame me for being ruthless!"

The young man's eyes suddenly turned cold, and as he spoke, his hands crossed again, runes flashed in his fingertips, and a breath that was the same as before was instantly revealed.

Mo Ming's pupils shrank directly, and when he saw this scene, he didn't know what the other party wanted to do, although the injury on his shoulder was still painful, but at this time, he had to grit his teeth and forcibly get up and go straight to the other party.

Since I don't know much about spells, and I don't know how to deal with the opponent's attack, it is naturally better to close the distance between the two as soon as possible.

And as long as Mo Ming was allowed to get closer, he believed that with the strength of his golden body realm, he would be able to instantly break through any attack of the other party without giving the other party any chance to react.

In an instant, Mo Ming's speed was extremely fast, and he didn't want to give the other party too much time, and while rushing over, with a wave of his big hand, a spirit stone was thrown by him violently.

At this critical juncture, Mo Ming had no other way but to delay some time for himself to get closer to the other party, and in the absence of any weapon at hand, only the spirit stone could still be used as an attack.

The spirit stone was the size of a palm, and it seemed to be weak, but when it was thrown by Mo Ming with all his strength, it broke out with a piercing sound of breaking the sky, and the powerful impact force made the surrounding void ripple, and the wind howled, smashing it away.

The young man's eyes flickered, and when he saw that the flying thing turned out to be a low-grade spirit stone, his face suddenly showed a look of surprise.

"I've never heard of anyone using spirit stones as weapons, is your sect a stupid person like you?"

The young man sneered, and as he spoke, he quickly raised one hand, and his fingertips flashed, and he quickly slapped at the flying spirit stone.

"Bang!", the spirit stone was suddenly slapped into powder, and directly turned into a little starlight and disappeared.

However, at this moment, Mo Ming's eyes flashed with murderous intent, because after this blow, the spell that the young man had just prepared to send out suddenly suddenly gave him some time, just half a breath, and he was already less than five zhang away from the young man.

"Do you want the Jedi to fight back?

At the same time, after the spirit stone turned into powder, the young man obviously also discovered this scene, and let out a low shout, the murderous intent in his eyes was irrepressibly revealed, and he was not moved at all in the face of Mo Ming's rapid rush, and with a wave of his big hand, the Dao runes burst out.

"Tianji Three Slash Technique, Second Slash!"

The young man shouted in a low voice, and almost when Mo Ming was less than three feet away from him, a red light appeared in front of him again, and it shot towards Mo Ming in an instant.

In his opinion, this blow alone was enough to kill Mo Ming, and he didn't want to delay any longer, because for a weak existence like Mo Ming, too much time had been consumed, and who knew if there would be any accidents if he continued to play with it.

If it is discovered by other Hundred Refining Sect cultivators, it will not be good!

However, to his surprise, after the red mang appeared, Mo Ming changed his previous coldness, and a flash of excitement suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he jumped up suddenly, hitting him directly.

The distance is less than three zhang, Mo Ming's strength can finally burst out, and the other party obviously doesn't know much about the body refiner, such a distance, do you think that spell can still hurt yourself?

The next moment, the red mang struck, Mo Ming's whole person flashed quickly, and the speed of the physical body of the golden body realm was reflected in an instant, and at the moment when the red mangs were about to hit him, his figure was deflected, and at the same time, a big hand directly grabbed one of the young man's shoulders, and the other hand raised and slammed it up with a punch.

The young man's pupils shrank sharply, and his face changed and changed suddenly, he really couldn't imagine that Mo Ming's explosion at this time was so fast, so fast that people couldn't react.

His spell attack was already about to shoot with Mo Ming's deflection, but the other party rushed up and punched him head-on.

There was no hesitation, almost an instinctive reaction, and the young man was about to fight back as soon as he patted the storage bag on his waist.

"Hmph, after killing me for so long, it's time for you to taste my fist!"

Mo Ming said coldly, since he was already close, if he gave the other party a chance to make a move, unless he really wanted to die.

With a muffled "boom", Mo Ming's fist slammed into the young man's chest.

The young man suddenly screamed, he was a veritable immortal cultivator, his physical body had basically not been tempered, he was just like an ordinary Guiyuan Realm refiner, he had not even reached the innate realm, and he was seriously injured with just one punch.

"Do you really think that being an immortal cultivator is superior to others?"

Mo Ming snorted coldly, listening to the miserable screams in the young man's mouth, without the slightest intention of stopping, and then the second punch fell with a bang.

With a "click", the young man's chest sank directly, and he didn't know how many ribs were broken, and blood splattered directly from the open wound.

"You dare to hurt me, I must kill you!"

The young man roared, his face had already become hideous, and he received two punches in a row, even if he was a monk in the early stage of foundation building, it was difficult for him to bear it, the spiritual power in his body had already shown signs of disorder, and the wound on his chest was already threatening life and death.

Suddenly, the young man struggled, his two hands pinching quickly, wanting to fight back.

But at this time, where was Mo Ming willing to give him a chance, he kept his hand tightly clasping the other party's shoulder like an iron tong, and the five fingers of the other hand were clenched, and he punched quickly and hammered one punch after another.

Bang bang bang continued, the young man coughed up blood, and half of the law decision was broken because of this, and his head roared, and he reacted somewhat to the continuous fist bombardment.

Mo Ming's face was unusually cold, and he punched one punch after another, just like when he fought with those two Northern Liang Sect monks, fast and ruthless, not giving the other party any respite.

"Don't kill me, I'll give you whatever you want!

The young man yelled, and he finally felt fear, and he was terrified to the extreme.

Although the sharp change from the previous arrogance to the begging for mercy at this time was unbelievable, it could not be compared with his life after all, and he couldn't take care of these anymore, just thinking about leaving a bang from Mo Ming's hands.

"It's late!"

Mo Ming snorted coldly, he was not a soft-hearted person, he had seen a lot of life and death since the change of Tongtian Mountain, and he had long lost any connection to death, how could the other party beg for mercy at this time disturb his will.

With a "boom", with the last trace of survival in the young man's eyes, the vitality in his body quickly dissipated, and he died completely.

Mo Ming exhaled a big breath of turbidity, threw the young man's body out, and sat down paralyzed.

The battle between life and death was so tiring that Mo Ming felt out of breath after the young man's death.

"No, I can't rest yet, the sound of me fighting with him has already spread, if there are people around here, they will definitely come to check, and if they come to the other party's sect, I can't leave even if I want to!"

Mo Ming's eyes suddenly flashed with a strange color, he looked at the young man's corpse, stood up and walked closer, and took off the storage bag on his waist.

Then Mo Ming groped the other party's body again, until he didn't find anything valuable, he resolutely turned around, didn't take the bluestone road, and directly found a dense jungle and plunged into it.