Pang Xiangliang saw the unwillingness on Pang Wenjun's face, shook his head and persuaded: "Pang Wenjun, don't blame Mr. Mo, this is fate. Mr. Mo was kind to our Pangjiazhuang, even if our Pangjiazhuang is gone, there should be no complaints."

"Okay, let's die." Pang Wenjun took a deep breath and stared at Zou Yiqiu viciously.

In the world of martial arts, his life was in danger at any time, but he looked away.

Mo Huasong over there rolled his eyes at Pang Wenjun angrily and said, "What's going on with you? Why should you die?"

"Mr. Mo, why are you still making sarcastic remarks now? We are going to die." Pang Wenjun heard Mo Huasong say this, and his heart to blame Mo Huasong rose again.

"You won't die tonight." Mo Huasong said as he walked towards Zou Yiqiu.

Zou Yiqiu saw Mo Huasong talking nonsense and sneered: "Humph, Mo Huasong, don't think that having a little black knife in your hand is a big deal. Let me tell you, in the face of strength, even if you hold the best treasure, it will be useless."

use."

Zou Yiqiu glanced at Wu Yuzhen and He Lin: "That young woman is not bad, she is still a pure girl. Your mother is also good, although she is not a pure girl, I can still play with her."

"You deserve to die." When Mo Huasong heard that Zou Yiqiu wanted to attack his mother and the others, his murderous intent surged to the sky.

"Hahaha, then I'll see what you can do." Zou Yiqiu raised his hands again, and the powerful wall of energy appeared again.

When Pang Xiangliang saw Zou Yiqiu using the powerful move of "Shengtian Pressure" again, he was so frightened that he shouted hurriedly: "Mr. Mo, this move is very scary, you must not force it."

Just now, more than a dozen of them had resisted Zou Yiqiu's "Heavenly Pressure" attack, but to no avail.

Now Mo Huasong is just one person, and he will definitely not be able to resist.

Mo Huasong snorted coldly and put the small black knife in his hand into the storage ring.

"Ah, Mr. Mo, why don't you use a small black knife?" Pang Wenjun shouted in surprise.

"It's over, it's over. Mr. Mo must know that he can't beat that person and he will die anyway, so he just waits for death without using weapons." Pang Yishan, the housekeeper of Pangjiazhuang next to him, sighed.

"Hahaha, Mo Huasong, do you know that you regret it now? It's useless. Who told you to die?" Zou Yiqiu laughed proudly.

Zou Yiqiu would not say the next words. Who told you, Mo Huasong, to block the way of his junior brother Mo Huaren?

The powerful wall of air was getting closer and closer to Mo Huasong, but Mo Huasong still stood there without moving.

"Hua Song." Wu Yuzhen was frightened and shouted loudly.

Mo Huasong secretly transported the true energy, and all the meridians in his body were filled with the true energy.

Zou Yiqiu is very strong, and with the help of the sword spirit, Mo Huasong can easily kill the opponent.

But the sword spirit was sleeping, so Mo Huasong had no choice but to risk it all and overdraw the potential in his body.

In other words, Mo Huasong now has to use 200% of his body's strength to deal with Zou Yiqiu.

Mo Huasong's face became paler and paler, and hot sweat broke out on his forehead, dripping continuously.

Pang Wenjun was surprised and said: "Mr. Mo's face looked like this with fear. It seems that he can't deal with that person."

Originally, Pang Wenjun was still looking forward to it, hoping that Mo Huasong could withstand Zou Yiqiu's attack.

Even if you can't defeat the opponent, you can at least block three moves.

Wait for them to recover some internal strength, and then they can deal with Zou Yiqiu together with Mo Huasong.

But Mo Huasong was so frightened now that Pang Wenjun was disappointed. It seemed that they would all die here tonight.

"Yin and Yang kill." When the wall of energy hit Mo Huasong's head, he muttered the magic formula silently.

"Huh." The air around Mo Huasong changed, and two silent winds appeared on both sides, driving the terrifying vortex, getting bigger and bigger, and rushing towards the wall of air.

When Zou Yiqiu saw that the wall of air was about to fall on Mo Huasong, he couldn't help but laugh wildly with pride.

Mo Huasong will definitely not survive. This is his full blow. Many masters have died under his attack.

Mo Huasong is just a little ant, and he will definitely die.

There was a soft "pop" sound, and the air wall shattered. It was crushed by the vortex.

"This, this is impossible." Seeing that his attack was broken, Zou Yiqiu's eyes widened like lanterns.

Immediately, Zou Yiqiu's expression changed, and he saw the whirlpool wind rolling towards him, like a tornado.

Pang Xiangliang closed his eyes, not daring to look at the scene of Mo Huasong being killed.

When he heard the noise, he couldn't help but ask: "Pang Wenjun, is Mr. Mo dead?"

"Ah" Pang Wenjun screamed in surprise.

It's so weird.

Just now, more than a dozen of them took Zou Yiqiu's attack together, and were simply crushed by Zou Yiqiu.

But now Mo Huasong took Zou Yiqiu's move alone. Not only was he not crushed, he seemed to have defeated Zou Yiqiu's attack.

"Oh, I knew Mr. Mo couldn't resist this move. It seems that our Pangjiazhuang is destroyed." Pang Xiangliang opened his eyes as he spoke.

When Pang Xiangliang saw Mo Huasong still standing there, he couldn't help but be surprised and said: "Pang Wenjun, is Mr. Mo's fake corpse alive again?"

"Ancestor, no, Mr. Mo is not dead, he defeated that man's attack." Pang Wenjun pinched Pang Yishan's arm hard. He couldn't believe it, he felt like he was dreaming.

"Oh, owner of the village, it hurts me so much." Pang Yishan screamed with a bitter look on his face.

"It hurts? That's right, we are not dreaming." Pang Wenjun shouted excitedly.

After all, Pang Xiangliang's martial arts skills were higher than Pang Wenjun's, so he immediately saw the clue. "No, that person wanted to escape. Mr. Mo not only defeated that person's attack, but also continued to attack that person."

At this time, Zou Yiqiu turned pale with fear. He felt the smell of danger and death.

This has never happened before, because he is the eldest brother of Shengtian Clan and a demon genius who practices martial arts.

In the sect, only the master or the elders are stronger than him, but none of them can make him feel the breath of death with one move.

Zou Yiqiu just wanted to leave here quickly and didn't want to stay here for another second.

The master of Xiantian Realm martial arts is really powerful. Just after Zou Yiqiu wanted to escape, he had already flown more than ten meters.

As long as he has a few more breaths, he can escape from the Li family.

"No, that man wants to escape. We can't let him escape, otherwise there will be endless trouble." Pang Xiangliang shouted loudly.

You must know that for a powerful master like Zou Yiqiu, if he secretly attacks Pangjiazhuang, they will be restless.

"Hmph, how can it be so easy to escape?" Mo Huasong snorted, crossing his hands and looking even paler than before.

The whirlpool in the air immediately rolled towards Zou Yiqiu like a chicken blood.

In just an instant, the whirlpool reached Zou Yiqiu's side.

"No." Seeing that he couldn't escape, Zou Yiqiu pushed with both hands and used all his internal strength to fight the whirlpool and resist it.
Chapter completed!