Several of the monks stopped at this time, or pinched their hair with their hands, or surged with force, obviously preparing some big moves. It seems that they are planning to strike a killing blow at Mo Chong.

The Ink Rush wrapped in the Worm Ball has been cast. At this time, listening to the continuous ringing in his ears, he couldn't help but show a sneer. Although the momentum in the ears is more intense now than just now, the loss of Wan Jun Worm is much less than just now, and it is obvious that a few people outside are playing tricks.

Mo Chong snorted coldly, and secretly urged in his heart. Wan Jun insects immediately 'swished' and shot out in all directions.

"Bang! bang, bang, bang!"

There was a muffled sound. Wan Jun worms quickly smashed on the dozen or so foundation building monks around them. With the weight of the worms, plus the speed at which they shoot. One by one, the worms were like heavy punches hitting the bodies of the foundation building period monks.

With the cultivation of these foundation building period monks, there is no problem in resisting three or five times, seven or eight times, but at the moment, there are thousands of ten thousand insects? These dozen or so people didn't even have time to scream miserably, and they were pierced through their bodies by many ten thousand insects. And the Wan Jun worm that pierced through the monks made another 'pop, pop, pop' and smashed into the surrounding buildings.

"Look for death!"

Wu Changjian couldn't help but be furious when he saw that Mo Chong had slaughtered all the remaining members of the Wu family. The many sharp blades on his body immediately swept towards Mo Chong like a milk swallow returning to its nest. Seeing this, the rest of the people also played spells and magic weapons one after another. Mo rushed out much faster than they had imagined, and the attack they had prepared was naturally not completed. However, even the ultimate move was not completed. Gather a few people and spend a little more time. It's not that hard to kill Mo Chong, right?

The sky is full of magic magic light. Mo Chong naturally couldn't avoid it, so Mo Chong simply didn't dodge, but flashed his body and pounced on the nearest person.

This was a young man in white who seemed to be about the same age as Mo Chong. Seeing Mo Chong rushing towards him, his face changed slightly, but he didn't retreat, just stepped up to urge his magic weapon. The attacks of the five people were fought together. Mo Chong didn't think about defending and dodging, but wanted to attack, which was undoubtedly self-defeating. I don't need to worry about anything at all, as long as the attack of a few people hits Mo Chong, Mo Chong will naturally have to die.

Of course, the young man also saw the translucent soul armor outside Mo Chong's body. But he didn't take it to heart. This kind of armor is not physical, most of them are condensed by the monk's mana or exercises, and it has great limitations, and the strength usually does not exceed the monk's own cultivation too much. And as far as he knew, Mo Chong's strength was on a flying sword, and now Mo Chong gave up the flying sword and didn't have to pounce directly. There's really nothing to be afraid of.

"Boom!

Wu Changjian's many sharp blades first stabbed on the soul armor outside Mo Chong's body. The soul armor is hit. It's just that there are ripples on the surface, as if it is a dragonfly dotting water, and where is there any sign of being broken?

Behind Wu Changjian's sharp blade, another black sledgehammer, two bone knives, two giant pythons composed of black qi, and several black fireballs the size of a human head hit Mo Chong without any tricks. Suddenly, only a violent roar was heard, and black flames rolled in mid-air, and the turbulent air currents swept in all directions.

Some of the houses that were closer to each other had been punched out of small holes by the Wan Jun worms, and they were swept up by these waves of air and suddenly collapsed. Some of the buildings farther away also swayed in the air waves, making a series of tooth-aching 'squeaks', and they were obviously a little crumbling.

When the onlookers saw this scene, their faces changed. This is the attack of Brother Jiedan!? It's just the aftermath of the attack, and with such power, where can the person who is attacked be able to please him? They seem to have foreseen the shattered corpse of Mo Chong appearing in the field after the fire has dissipated.

"Whew!"

Just as everyone was shocked, a figure suddenly burst out from the center of the explosion. It's not Mo Chong, but who is it!? I saw the black light of the soul armor on Mo Chong's body circulating, and it didn't seem to be damaged in the slightest. Mo Chong's speed was extremely fast, and he was deceived in front of the young man in white. I only heard a muffled 'bang', and Mo Chong's fist had already smashed the face door of the young man in white.

"Ahh

Seeing Mo Chong's punch, the young man in white couldn't help but exclaim, and subconsciously blocked it in front of him with both hands. But what was surprising was that after being punched by Mo Chong, the young man in white was not injured, and the fist did not even touch the young man in white. Instead, Mo Chong's fist was bounced back by a strong force.

It turned out that the young man in white had a protective shield as thin as an egg shell and almost invisible. It was this layer of protective shield just now that kept Mo Chong's fist out.

The young man in white was shocked, seeing that he was not injured, his heart was slightly relieved, but he heard bursts of low laughter around him, and his face couldn't help showing a trace of embarrassment, he snorted in his nose and said loudly: "Hmph! If you want to sneak attack Young Master Ben, it's still a hundred years early!"

"Bang! bang, bang, bang!"

Mo Chong didn't talk nonsense with him at all. If he couldn't hit it, he immediately picked up his fist again and smashed it again.

The face of the young man in white changed again. In fact, he and Mo Chong have no grudges. This time he appeared here, completely because he heard people talk about how powerful this Mo Chong was, and he was not angry, and he wanted to meet him for a while, but he fell into such a situation.

"Fellow Daoists, why haven't you made a move!?" shouted the young man in white.

Wu Changjian and the others heard the words of the young man in white and glanced at him, but still no one made a move. At this time, Mo Chong and the young man in white were so close, and Mo Chong's movements were fast. Several people had not tried to join forces against the enemy, and if they made a rash move at this time, not only would they not be able to attack Mo Chong, but they might hit the young man in white.

The young man in white was not stupid, and when he saw the expressions of several people, he immediately understood their scruples, and immediately gritted his teeth, flipped his palm, and took out a pair of short swords and grabbed them in his hands, wanting to fight with Mo Chong's fists and feet.

Mo Chong is an expert in melee attacks, and he is proficient in all eighteen martial arts. Although the young man in white has no cultivation in the Dan period, how can he understand these methods of hand-to-hand combat. At this time, although there was an extra pair of short swords in his hand, he couldn't hurt Mo Chong at all, which made it even more difficult for a few onlookers to help.

"Broken!"

After a while, I only heard Mo Chong shouting loudly, and suddenly punched out. Everywhere the fist went, it could be heard with a 'bang', like the soft sound of porcelain breaking. Then, the thin and almost transparent protective shield on the outside of the white-clothed young man had been shattered by Mo Chong's fist. The next moment, Mo Chong's fist fell like raindrops on the young man in white. (To be continued......)