"Ah ah ah." There was a flash of white light, and the screams of the black-clothed warriors came from outside Mo's house.

Mo Huasong sneered and said, "As I said just now, since you have come to intervene, don't leave. You can all die here."

"Here, am I dreaming? Mr. Mo is so powerful?" Pang Xiangliang said while trying to pat the man next to him.

Pang Yishan had sharp eyes. When he saw Pang Xiangliang trying to take a picture of himself to prove whether he was dreaming, he immediately stepped back.

When Pang Xiangliang saw Pang Yishan ducking away, he slapped Pang Wenjun.

"Ouch." Pang Wenjun screamed. "It hurts so much."

"Haha, it's only natural that it hurts. It proves that I'm not dreaming." Pang Xiangliang nodded excitedly.

Pang Wenjun said with a bitter face: "Ancestor, why don't you pat Pang Yishan? I am about to be seriously injured by you."

Pang Xiangliang said angrily: "Pang Yishan is not here. If I don't take a picture, who will you take a picture of?"

Pang Wenjun turned around and saw, damn, Pang Yishan, who deserved to be stabbed a thousand times, was hiding over there.

Pang Xiangliang continued: "I really didn't expect that Mr. Mo's move of using Qi to control the sword was so powerful. Even the enemies fled so far and were killed by him."

In fact, how did they know that Mo Huasong asked the sword spirit to kill the enemies outside, and it was not Mo Huasong who killed them with a small black knife.

The great elder was secretly angry when he saw that there were more than a hundred of them coming, and only three of them were left in normal condition, as well as a fourth elder who had broken his right leg.

"Kill, let's kill Mo Huasong together." The elder gritted his teeth and glared at Mo Huasong.

If Mo Huasong did not die, they would not be able to control the Mo family and would have no way to go back and explain.

There were dozens of innate martial arts masters, and it was really heartbreaking to be killed by Mo Huasong like this.

The great elder asked himself that he did not have the ability to kill more than a hundred warriors by himself.

Therefore, the great elder thought that everyone would go together so that Mo Huasong could be killed.

"Swish, swish, swish." The three of them, the great elder, flew towards Mo Huasong.

They learned wisely and no longer dared to compete with Mo Huasong with weapons. Instead, they used internal force to attack Mo Huasong from a distance.

Mo Huasong put away the little black knife, raised his fist and struck at the great elder.

"Eh? Mo Huasong is so stupid that he wants to fight with us?" The great elder's eyes lit up.

God helps them. In terms of weapons, they definitely can't beat Mo Huasong.

But if they have deep internal strength, they can definitely defeat Mo Huasong.

Damn, three against one, if they still can't beat Mo Huasong, they would rather commit suicide.

"Let me go, what is Mr. Mo doing again? Doesn't he use his little black knife to attack?" Pang Xiangliang patted his thigh angrily.

Oh my god, Mr. Mo can't do this. Always trying to be strong will make their hearts unbearable.

Pang Yishan ran over again and said disapprovingly: "Tch, what is this? Mr. Mo is so powerful, he can definitely knock them out with one punch."

"Fuck you, Pang Yishan, can you speak? If Mr. Mo is that powerful, I would rather give you a little black knife." Pang Xiangliang gave Pang Yishan a white look.

"Really? Ancestor, please don't lie to me." Pang Yishan shouted excitedly.

Although Pang Yishan has a small black knife, his son does not.

The little black knife is really a good thing, and now it directly increases their Pangjiazhuang's strength a lot.

"Really." Pang Xiangliang disagreed. "You have to know that the great elder of Shengtianmen is a middle-level master in martial arts. Now he has added two other masters in martial arts. This three against one is really powerful."

"Tsk, even if they have hundreds or dozens of martial arts masters, they are still no match for Mr. Mo." Pang Yishan praised Mo Huasong loudly.

While they were discussing, Mo Huasong was already sparring with the Great Elder and the others.

"boom."

Mo Huasong directly punched the Great Elder and the others. Under the attack of three hundred dragons, how could the Great Elder and the three of them be able to handle it?

At first, the great elder thought that the three of them had taken advantage of Mo Huasong alone.

But they didn't expect that after Mo Huasong's punch hit them, they felt something was wrong.

That aura that is so powerful that it makes them feel death, why doesn't it scare them?

"No, there's something weird about Mo Huasong's fist blade. Let's try our best." The great elder shouted and hurriedly used up 100% of his internal strength.

The second elder and the third elder did not dare to neglect, and immediately attacked Mo Huasong with all their strength.

Suddenly, all the nearby sand and rocks were blown up, making others unable to open their eyes.

"Everyone, retreat quickly." Mo Ying waved his hand and flew back with his men.

Mr. Mo was also supported by two guards and flew to the back. The female bodyguard took Wu Yuzhen, Mu Fanxuan and Mrs. Mo back to a safe place.

Now, only Mo Huasong and the others were left in that open space. The powerful energy emitted by their attack turned the corpses on the ground into bloody paste, which was very terrifying.

As for Mo Huaren, who fell to the ground like a dead dog, he was also shot to death. He was too dead to die.

Mo Huaren has exhausted all his traps. How can he defeat Mo Huasong? His only end will be death.

"Da da da!"

The Great Elder and the others were punched by Mo Huasong and were knocked back more than ten meters. When they stabilized their bodies, a stream of blood spurted out of their mouths.

They were already injured, and the three of them together could not withstand Mo Huasong's punch.

The fourth elder over there was even worse. Because his right leg was injured, he was directly hit by the fist blade and flew more than 20 meters. He fell to the ground and vomited blood. He was seriously injured.

"Mr. Mo is so powerful? He actually injured the Great Elder and the others with one punch? You must know that the Great Elder is in the middle stage of a Grandmaster?" Pang Xiangliang was shocked.

Pang Yishan smiled proudly and said: "Haha, ancestor, do you realize just now how powerful Mr. Mo is? Little Black Knife, Little Black Knife."

"You are noisy to your sister, let's continue to watch their fight." Pang Xiangliang scolded Pang Yishan angrily.

Pang Xiangliang now has innate strength in the Realm of Transformation. Watching martial arts masters above the master level fight is of great benefit to him.

"Ah, ancestor, you don't want to admit your debt, right? You promised to give me a little black knife." Pang Yishan couldn't help but ask when he saw that Pang Xiangliang didn't say anything about the little black knife.

Pang Xiangliang glared angrily and said, "I know, it's just a little black knife. I'll ask Pang Wenjun to buy one at the market tomorrow. Do you want a high imitation or a genuine one? It's not worth much money anyway."

"What? Ancestor, are you talking about fakes?" Pang Yishan also stared. "You can't be like this as a human being?"

"Why can't this be like this? You didn't say it was genuine just now." Pang Xiangliang stared at Mo Huasong intently, with nothing but admiration in his eyes.

Mr. Mo has said before that as long as he practices diligently, he will have the opportunity to go to that mysterious place and meet the ancestor Pang Xinliang.

Mo Huasong sneered at the Shengtianmen elders: "Are you ready? I'm going to throw a second punch, let's see if you can still take it."

"What? There's a second punch?" The expressions of the great elder and others changed.
Chapter completed!