"Flame Demon Fist!"

Li Moshan gritted his teeth with anger and madness, and in the next moment, he unleashed the Flame Demon Fist and attacked the black-clothed young man. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Hmph—"

The black-clothed young man snorted coldly, and the internal strength of his whole body frantically penetrated into his right arm, and he swung his fist to meet the fierce and hard fist surrounded by Li Moshan's red flames, his eyes were calm, and there was no fear at all.

The young man in black is naturally Han Shan.

It stands to reason that Li Moshan's cultivation is as high as the fourth layer of the Initiation Dao, which is a genuine middle stage of the Initiation, with strong strength and a terrifying master.

On the other hand, Han Shan, who has just recovered the strength of the upper stage of his internal strength, is equivalent to the third layer of the Dao, and he should not be able to compete with Li Moshan.

However, there are no absolutes, Han Shan's inner fist of cultivation pays attention to refining the body, pays attention to refining one's own body, and achieves the innate realm of the unity of heaven and man, which is pure and pure, and the innate qi is endless, feeding itself.

And Li Moshan cultivates the more traditional method of cultivating immortals in this world, paying attention to the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for his own use, and paying attention to refining the method.

Therefore, when Li Moshan, who was in the middle stage of his initiation, used the Yan Demon Fist and collided with Han Shan's internal strength fist, an unexpected scene appeared.

"Snort-snort-sneer"

The Flame Demon Fist was extremely strong, the crimson flames attached to Li Moshan's fist, the temperature was terrifying, and as soon as Han Shan's fist came into contact with it, there was a sudden sneering sound, and there was a faint smell of barbecue.

Almost instantly, Han Shan almost felt that his fist was about to be roasted into human jerky, and a sharp pain came, and Han Shan, who had undergone professional special pain training, was a little overwhelmed and almost collapsed.

Fortunately, the two fists made contact for only three seconds before they quickly separated.

As soon as Li Moshan's Flame Demon Fist came into contact with Han Shan's Inner Fist, his face suddenly changed, with a frightened and incredulous expression on his face.

In Li Moshan's perception, a terrifying huge force came from Han Shan's fist, and the power was terrifying, with a strength of hundreds of catties.

"Click-"

Li Moshan's right arm suddenly made a series of crisp bones, and then the whole person was beaten upside down and landed on the ground a few feet away.

"Ahh

Li Moshan shouted in pain, his forehead was full of beads of sweat, he bit his lip tightly, his eyes were almost bloodshot, and his entire arm, joint and bone were broken inch by inch, and they were completely destroyed.

"Brother Moshan!"

Li Murphy shouted, her beautiful eyes were full of tears, she drew her sword and rushed towards Han Shan, behind her, the only four or five young people and girls left in the Li family also rushed towards Han Shan with anger, they wanted revenge!

Without Li Moshan's block, the fire spirit beast Neidan was already close at hand, Han Shan did not hesitate at all, and immediately rushed forward, grabbed the spirit beast Neidan and put it in the storage bag, and then quickly retreated and returned the same way.

Li Moshan's Flame Demon Fist was extremely terrifying, his right fist had been scorched into charcoal, his combat power was greatly damaged, and there was a trace of fire poison spreading from his right fist to his heart and lungs, and the situation was extremely critical.

If it weren't for the internal strength of the inner fist in his body that was delaying the spread of the fire poison, I am afraid that just that punch just now, Han Shan would have been killed on the spot!

"The method of cultivating immortals is really mysterious, I must worship the Imperial Sword Sect and learn this method of cultivating immortals. Han Shan's expression was grim, and he whispered to himself in the depths of his heart, and his eyes were shining with determination.

"Thief, where to escape!" At this time, four or five teenagers and girls led by Li Murphy also drew their swords and chased after them.

The scene of Han Shan holding his right arm and retreating quickly fell in their eyes, which naturally lifted the spirits of this group of teenagers and girls, knowing that the young man in black had been seriously injured, and it was a good opportunity to kill him!

"Idiot!" Han Shan looked indifferent, and the corner of his eye swept over this group of energetic teenagers and girls, and he sneered with disdain in his heart.

"Don't chase ...... Hiss!" Li Moshan's face turned pale and he stopped loudly, but it was too late, and Li Murphy and the five had already followed Han Shan's footsteps and disappeared into the vast fog.

Anger can make people lose their minds, and the five teenagers and girls led by Murphy Lee ignore a very important matter.

The mountain is not as good as the top of the mountain, and there is an altar cast at the top of the mountain, because of the condensation of the spirit beast, the vast fog is much thinner, and people can vaguely see the line of sight.

However, the mountains were white, and the dense fog would soon drown out no one, and there would be no trace to be found.

And-

In the dense fog, there are dangers, if the black-clothed young man and his companions are secretly ambushed, the fate of Li Murphy's five people can be imagined.

Li Moshan's face was pale, he was anxious, and he didn't dare to continue to guess, so he straightened up in the next moment, endured the severe pain, gritted his teeth and chased after him.

......

In a dense fog.

The five teenagers and girls led by Li Murphy gritted their teeth and chased after the black figure in front of them, the fire of anger flooded their reason, they didn't notice that the black figure in front of them was actually deliberately slowing down, guiding them towards a route full of death.

At this moment, in the fog forest dozens of feet away from them, there was a little fat man in a blue robe in ambush, his expression was slightly excited, and a pair of small eyes as black as ink stared closely ahead, as if he was observing and waiting for something.

After a few breaths, the little fat man suddenly became excited, his eyes widened, and in front of his vision, a black-clothed figure quickly passed by, followed by five teenagers and girls.

"Fatty, fry!" At this moment, the young man in black shouted at the sky.

As soon as the words fell, the little fat man swished and threw out seven or eight fireball talismans, which accurately landed on the seven or eight strange-looking 'stone balls'.

Rumble!

A devastating scene has appeared!

These seven or eight strange-looking 'stone balls' seemed to have been frozen by people, and there was a thin layer of ice blue attached to the surface of the stone skin.

"Shanzi, your 'landmine' is really strong, it's so cool!" the little fat man Zhang Junbao was 'cleaning the battlefield', and shouted loudly with excitement on his face while picking up storage bags.

On the ground beneath his feet, blood stained the dead branches and leaves, and five teenagers and girls were beaten into a sieve one by one, and fell in a pool of blood, their lives and deaths unknown.

"Huh-"

Zhang Junbao's eyes froze, and when he found something abnormal, he couldn't help but look down and probe a girl's snort, turned his head and said excitedly: "There is still a pant here, Shanzi, what should I do?"

"Make up for it. Not far away, next to a tall tree, a young man in black with a pale face, panting slightly, spoke in a very weak tone.

As soon as the words fell, his throat suddenly became hot, and he vomited out a mouthful of viscous blood, and the color of this pool of blood was as red as fire, and it was extremely hot, splashing on the dead branches and leaves, and immediately there was a snorting sound, and a large area was burned.

"Shanzi, what's wrong with you?" Zhang Junbao panicked in his heart, and hurriedly ran over and asked.

"It's fine. Han Shan shook his head, raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said, "Fatty, you go and make up for that panting chick, let's get out of here quickly, there is still a difficult guy on the top of the mountain, I guess I'm about to chase it down." ”

"This ...... All right. Zhang Junbao was a little hesitant and unbearable, but he still agreed.

He picked up a long sword on the ground, walked quickly to the girl, his face showed regret, he sighed inwardly, took a deep breath, closed his eyes and stabbed hard.

That's when --

Not far away, there was a roar containing anger, rumbling like thunder, forcibly interrupting the rhythm of Zhang Junbao's stabbing.

"Thief, stop!!"

Hearing this muffled thunder roar, Han Shan's expression changed suddenly, and he raised his head and shouted at Zhang Junbao, "Fatty, let's go!" and then turned around and ran without the slightest hesitation.

"Oh, good. When Zhang Junbao heard this, his heart was relieved, and he immediately dropped his long sword, took a big stride, and followed.

After a while, a stout boy as big as a hill arrived at the 'explosion site', his eyes the size of copper bells were red as blood, and he couldn't help but shed two lines of tears as he looked around at the five teenagers and girls who had fallen in a pool of blood.

His heart was like a knife cut, it was almost suffocating, and he couldn't help muttering: "I didn't expect it to be a step too late, dead, all dead......"

Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he hurriedly walked to a young girl, leaned over and sniffed, the residual warmth was still there, and the strong young man's heart was warm, and he hurriedly fed the girl a bottle of life-sustaining spiritual liquid.

And then--

The sturdy boy walked up to the other four boys and girls and probed his nose, and after a few breaths, the hope that had just sprung up in the sturdy boy's heart turned into a thick despair in an instant.

"Ahem. ”

At this moment, a red-clothed girl who fell in a pool of blood coughed lightly twice and slowly opened her eyes.

Her eyes were blank at first, then turned into a touch of horror and horror, and then revealed a strong look of worry and nervousness in an instant, and then ...... A sturdy figure appeared in her sight that made her heart feel a little calm.

"Brother Moshan, what about the others?" the eyes of the girl in red shone with a glimmer of hope.

On her smooth and fair cheeks, there was a hideous and terrifying scar, which was scratched by the blasted stones, and she was none other than Li Murphy, who was the first to catch up.

When the sturdy young man heard this, his expression froze, and he fell silent.

After a few breaths, he suddenly closed his eyes, shed two lines of tears, and muttered in a low voice, "All but you...... dead"

......

Ninth Hill.

The top of the mountain was flat, Li Moshan and Li Murphy knelt on the ground with pale faces, and a group of young men and girls in red clothes around them glared at the two of them angrily.

"You mean to say that two bold little cultivators attacked the Fourth Mountain, and everyone except for you two wastes died?"

A soft inquiry in a very calm tone fell on the ears of Li Moshan and Li Murphy, making their hearts tighten, as if a basin of cold water was poured over their heads on a hot summer dog day, and they couldn't help but shiver all over their bodies.

"Yes. Li Moshan pursed his lips and replied.

At this moment, an indifferent voice also sounded, "Back to the young master, the second mountain's earth-based spirit beast Neidan was also stolen, and the descendant brother Li Motong was also killed, according to the news...... The thief who stole Neidan was the little fat man in blue in the mouth of the eldest brother. ”

The one who interjected was a thin young man in red, who had an indifferent expression and was born with an ice cube face, but it was the younger brother of Li Moshan's mother, Li Mohai.

Li Mohai has extraordinary qualifications, extremely high understanding, and at a young age, he has already reached the fifth level of the Dao when he cultivates, and he is the second generation of the younger generation of the Li family in Nandu, and the right-hand man of the young master Li Moyang.

"Oh?"

The calm voice before sounded again, as if he was a little surprised, and then smiled lightly: "I didn't expect that there would be such a fate, so ...... Then give death. ”

"Mohai, issue a reward order to go down, chase and kill the whole territory! If there are two traces, ten spirit stones will be appreciated, and if two heads are offered, the reward will be ...... A bottle of Herb Elixir. ”

"Yes. Li Mohai replied respectfully.

In the reflection of a group of red-clothed boys and girls in the ninth mountain like the stars and the moon, a handsome young man, with long red hair, flowing elegantly, like waves, like flames.

He, his eyes are calm, as if he despises all beings, a red mole at the center of his eyebrows, like a star shining, this handsome young man with red lips and white teeth is the real pride of the Li family - Li Moyang!