"Yes, I am, who are you?" Mo Xian looked at the axe in his hand, which was about five or six hundred kilograms, which was much better than the three kings of Mount Vajra.

"A certain family is still the four kings of Huang Wuzhi in Qianxia Cave of Miaofeng Mountain. They know each other and put down their swords and guns and followed us?" Huang Wuzhi shouted, and pointed at the axe in his hand.

Mo Xian smiled: "What if I don't put down the gun in my hand?"

"Then don't blame us for being polite. I don't know you if the axe in my hand is, and it will be bad if you hurt you." Huang Wuzhi said.

"Don't talk nonsense to him. Isn't it enough to catch him? Anyway, as long as he doesn't die, it's nothing great if he dies. It's better if he dies. It's better to use it to make a meal!" Shilichang said, he was angry. He remembered that he was almost beaten to death by the purple dragon who came from there.

Mo Xian turned to him, without asking his name, and said lightly: "Where you come from and go back there, I just think nothing has happened."

"Haha, you're not very good! I don't think you're good, look at the gun!" Shilichang shouted, and the steel gun shook at eight o'clock and stabbed Mo Xian straight into his chest.

Mo Xian's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he took a step forward and speared in his hand. Although countless spear flowers were shivering out of Shili, Mo Xian seemed to know instinctively where his spear head was. It was seen in the siege of a small amount. Everything his spear technique could evolve was clear. Now in his heart, he just stabbed the spear head, and the spear head pierced the air and made a sharp roar. The turbulence of the air brought by the spear head made the trajectory of Shili's eight-point steel gun that had been deviated a little.

This deviation was enough. His gun technique was enough to touch Mo Xian's body with one shot, but Mo Xian's big gun pierced into his throat, which was the seven inches of the snake. He screamed in half. Mo Xian had already shaken the gun, and he picked it up and threw it to the ground, revealing his true form. It was a big white python, rolling on the ground, and his huge body made rocks fly across it. After a while, he stopped moving.

Mo Xian shot and died in the end. After Mo Xian shot, he pointed his gun away without a trace: "Retreat or fight!"

Huang Wuzhi roared, and the wolf hairs behind his body stood up, his body doubled, his muscles all over his body, turning into a half-wolf and half-human monster, his eyes red, and he transformed into a warrior. With his feet moving, the axe roared down at Mo Xian. He had long forgotten his original intention, and his mind was full of killing the person in front of him.

When Mo Xian saw his appearance, his eyes showed appreciation. He did not expect that there were such skills or instincts in the monsters that could transform into combat machines. It seemed that they were born for battle. All consciousness was pounced on the battle, and their physical potential was greatly realized. Every move was natural. This axe seemed simple, but the most direct, without any tricks, and simply abandoned the changes with speed and strength. Most people knew his purpose, and could only block it hard, and even failed to react. The axe was approaching.

But Mo Xian was at the level of a master of martial arts. When he saw him rushing, he twisted the gun in his hand and turned it into a pistol. The gun was like a poisonous dragon. Regardless of his attack, he just shot and came first, pointing straight to his throat.

In the eyes of the little demons on both sides, Huang Wujie seemed to be shrinking the ground. His body flashed, and the little demons could not keep up with him. He only felt that he was like a god and a demon, and he was about to appear in front of Mo Xian. But Mo Xian's seemingly slow shot, a red light flashed, and he actually arrived in front of him.

The little demon on both sides felt extremely uncomfortable to see this situation, but he felt that it was natural and he had not reacted in his mind. Huang Wuzhi's body seemed to predict this shot. His body passed through the arc and the shot would be lost. However, the spearhead turned and followed him like a shadow.

The next moment, the axe, somehow, clearly slashed at Mo Xian, but turned to blocking the gun. With a bang, the two sides intersected for the first time, and Huang Wuzhi flew out in an instant. Mo Xian pulled an arc step back, and his body turned, and the gun moved, and a strange red light burst out. The demons' eyes were red, and they could not see anything at all.

Mo Xian was also surprised. He could not have imagined that he would enter this state and put his physical skills to the limit. If it weren't for the blood-red look in his eyes, Mo Xian would have been sure that he had fallen into a special state, and he was really amazing for his superb skills.

His qi moved, and the gun in his hand lit up, as if he was holding a pillar of fire in his hand. Although Huang Wujie flew out, it was just that his strength was not as strong as Mo Xian. His body fluctuated rapidly in the air, removing Mo Xian's power one by one. His body seemed very heavy, but it fell lightly to the ground. The axe in his hand was always in front of him, swaying slightly left and right. Under the sympathy of the qi, he protected him in front of him without any leakage.

Mo Xian shouted OK, although he knew that he would not be moved at all in the absence of a trace. At this time, he was like a precision machine, and his every move was in line with the limit he could do.

Before a good sentence was finished, Huang Wuzhi had already jumped up again, and the axe in his hand turned into a flash. Mo Xian sighed. He still admired Huang Wuzhi from the bottom of his heart, but no matter how much he appreciated, he had to kill him. Otherwise, after he was let go, he might collude with someone to come here. Mo Xian was very upset. He just wanted to spend a period in Mount Vajra quietly, and then walk around the world to collect materials for repairing the teleportation array. Although there is a copper mine, there is no good material.

Regarding Huang Wuzhi's state of warrior, it is indeed very high, especially his instinct has reached its limit. However, he is a demon after all, and his Taoist practice is still very shallow. But Mo Xian is already a Nascent Soul cultivator. His understanding of martial arts has deepened as his Taoist practice deepens and reaches a height that even a martial arts master cannot reach. Huang Wuzhi only relies on instinct. Although his instinct is fierce, it is not enough to see in front of Mo Xian.

The big guns were together, and the momentum suddenly emerged. The true meaning of martial arts was unfolded in an instant. In an instant, everything in front of Huang Wuzhi changed. A big gun turned into a cyan dragon. The huge psychological pressure turned into a physical feeling and came towards him, and everything around him turned into a sea of ​​fire that rushed to the sky and pressed him directly.

In an instant, Huang Wujie took off from the war wolf state, and suddenly felt a sense of fatigue in his body, and everything around him was even better than before. He was shocked and suddenly opened his mouth and roared, a black wind spurted out of his mouth, and the fire around him swept away.

When the black wind passed, the fire not only did not disappear, but became even stronger. A huge dragon jumped out of the fire. He hurriedly chopped it with an axe. With a sound, the axe not only did not break through the dragon, but flew over. As soon as the dragon penetrated, he felt a huge pain and looked down at what dragon was there. A big gun broke into his chest.
Chapter completed!