The Great Immortal of the City

Chapter 128 Instant Kill
Pang Xiangliang was shocked when he heard this, and shouted anxiously: "Mr. Mo, don't be careless, Wu Daxing is really very strong, you still use a small black knife to deal with him."

You must know that Pang Xiangliang's full blow is a dragon's strength.

It seems that when Wu Daxing fought with him just now, he just played with him and didn't use all his strength.

Otherwise, Wu Daxing could kill him with one punch.

"Master Wu, let me fight Mo Huasong first." Kong Daozi thought he had an advantage, so he jumped out and shouted. "We don't use weapons, just fists."

Kong Daozi had one dragon's strength in a full blow. He thought that Mo Huasong was just a student, no matter how capable he was, he would not be very powerful.

As long as he kills Mo Huasong, he will get a promise from someone in the Mo family.As long as he can hug the thigh of a super sect, what is Wu Daxing no matter how good he is?

Therefore, Kong Daozi wanted to do it himself, otherwise he would not be able to claim credit in front of someone from the Mo family.

"Okay, fists are fists." Mo Huasong agreed.

Pang Wenjun was terrified when he heard that, and hurriedly said: "Mr. Mo, Kong Daozi has the innate ability to enter the country. You should use a small black knife."

The little black knife is a peerless treasure that can leapfrog battles. Why is Mr. Mo so careless?

Even if he can beat Kong Daozi, there are still so many enemies behind him, especially since Wu Daxing is still a master of innate transformation, Mr. Mo will suffer a lot.

Mo Huasong shook his head and said, "It's okay, I'll kill him with one punch."

Kong Daozi couldn't help laughing when he heard this: "Mo Huasong, okay, if you have the ability, just punch me to death."

What a bragging, how could Mo Huasong be able to kill him with one punch with his own strength?

If Mo Huasong used the peerless treasure of the little black knife, he was still a little worried.But he is not afraid of directly comparing internal strength.

Even Wu Daxing didn't dare to say such big words and beat himself to death with one punch.

Mo Huasong, I don't think you know martial arts, so if I punch you, you will die.

Thinking of this, Kong Daozi suddenly punched and attacked Mo Huasong.

Pang Wenjun saw Kong Daozi's shameless sneak attack, and the powerful fist blade directly hit Mo Huasong's face, and he shouted in fright: "Kong Daozi, do you want to be shameless? Mr. Mo, be careful."

Kong Daozi thought to himself: Hey, how much is your face worth?Beat Mo Huasong to death.As for Master Batian, I don't care.

Seeing that Kong Daozi's fist blade was about to attack Mo Huasong, he still didn't move.

Pang Xiangliang and the others are in a hurry. No matter how hard you are, Mr. Mo, you can't just stand there and let others beat you?

It was too late to say, but it was so fast, just when Kong Daozi's attack was about to touch Mo Huasong, he raised his left hand lightly.

"Boom." The two fists collided, and Kong Daozi's face showed success.

Mo Huasong was only punching now, and it was already slow. No matter how powerful the opponent was, he would suffer a big loss.

But as soon as Kong Daozi thought about it, he suddenly felt as if his fist hit an insurmountable iron block.

With a "click", Kong Daozi's fist unexpectedly shattered.

"Ah." Kong Daozi screamed, but Mo Huasong's fist continued to attack him violently.

In just an instant, Kong Daozi didn't even have time to dodge, and he was punched by Mo Huasong into flesh and blood, and he couldn't die anymore.

"Ah, our head is dead?" Those masters of the Mukong faction stared in disbelief.

How is this possible?The fist of the sect master was powerful enough to beat a cow across a mountain. How could he be beaten to death by Mo Huasong?
Wu Daxing didn't make a move all this time, he just wanted to see Mo Huasong's strength.

Now he saw that Mo Huasong beat Kong Daozi to death with one punch, and his strength seemed to be not inferior to his own, so he was worried. "You all go up and kill him." Wu Daxing ordered his men to besiege Mo Huasong.

No matter how powerful Mo Huasong is, he can't beat four hands with two punches. He will use crowd tactics to kill Mo Huasong.

It is good that Mo Huasong can refine peerless treasures, but only if he can save his life.

"Kill." The masters of Xingmen and Mukong faction rushed towards Mo Huasong like a wasp emerging from its nest.

They have more than 100 people, can't they unite and kill Mo Huasong?

Seeing that the situation was not good, Pang Xiangliang shouted: "Pang Wenjun, let's go together and help Mr. Mo—"

But before Pang Xiangliang finished speaking, Mo Huasong over there swung a small black knife, and a black light flashed, and the dozens of warriors who were running in front were chopped off by the black light, bleeding continuously.

"Ah." Seeing that their companion was hacked to death by Mo Huasong, the warriors in the back turned around and ran back in fright. They didn't dare to attack Mo Huasong again, they wanted to run for their lives.

Mo Huasong sneered: "Want to escape? Is it that easy?"

Mo Huasong raised his hands, and a white light came out, one black and one white, like a devil's death knife. In the blink of an eye, the remaining dozens of warriors who fled far away were all killed by the black and white lights.

"This, this is too—" Pang Xiangliang was speechless.

Originally, he still wanted to help Mo Huasong with Pang Wenjun and the others, but now Mo Huasong is only alone, and he can kill more than 100 masters in an instant.

You must know that those masters also have innate martial arts, so it is not so easy to kill.

Wu Daxing was terrified, so many of them came, and he was the only one left, how dare he be here?
"Hehe, that Mr. Mo, I offended you just now, I was wrong, and I will never try to trick you again in the future. If there is nothing wrong, I will leave now." Wu Daxing turned to Mo Hua while wiping off his cold sweat. Song apologizes.

Mo Huasong shook his head, withdrew his right hand, and black and white lights returned to him.

These are just little ants, he can kill them with only the little black knife and the sword spirit, not even the black will-o'-the-wisp.

He promoted, and the black will-o'-the-wisp also promoted. As for how strong its combat power was, he didn't know.

"Mo Huasong, I warn you, I am a congenital master, if you provoke me, I will - I will plead guilty to you and pay you money." Wu Daxing was frightened by Mo Huasong's attack, and did not dare to show off. "I'll give you how much money you want, as long as you let me go."

Mo Huasong shook his head slightly: "You want to harm my family, you are destined to die, no amount of money can save you."

"You, do you dare to punch me?" Seeing that Mo Huasong was going to kill him, Wu Daxing had to risk his life to fight.

Wu Daxing's innate strength in transforming the realm, one punch and five dragon strength, made people feel a little more hopeful.

"Okay, I will satisfy your dying request." Mo Huasong nodded.

"No, Mr. Mo, his punch is as powerful as five dragons." Pang Xiangliang yelled in fear.

Even if he is only a dragon, Wu Daxing can attack with fifty thousand catties, even a congenital master of the same level would not dare to be brave.

Unless Mr. Mo has the strength of a master, he can compete with Wu Daxing.

But is Mr. Mo the strength of a master?

Impossible, how could the strength of the Grandmaster be beyond their imagination?
This Mr. Mo is sometimes too capricious, he doesn't listen to other people's persuasion, and accidents will happen if he is so stubborn.

How is this good?The more Pang Xiangliang thought about it, the more anxious he became.

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