The Great Immortal of the City

Chapter 142

"Mo Batian, don't bully people too much." Motou Wu's eyes were bloodshot, and he clenched his fists and roared angrily.

"Hehe, I'll bully you, what can you do?" Mo Huasong gave Mo Wu a white look.

Seeing that the situation was not right, some Stargate masters behind saw that it was useless for the elder Taishang to attack Mo Batian continuously, so they all turned around and flew back.

No matter, save your life first.

But when they just flew into the sky, Mo Huasong over there hummed: "Yin Yang kills."

Two terrifying energies appeared, immediately enveloped those masters.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Those star gate masters fell from the sky one after another, and then died.

Mo Huasong sneered: "I've said it all, unless you can defeat me, otherwise no one can leave here, you all have to die."

Seeing this, Devil Wu stretched out his hand into his bosom again, his face became serious. "Mo Batian, you forced me to do this. Even if I try my best to stop at the master realm for half a day, I will kill you."

Devil Wu still has six elixirs for restoring internal energy. He thought that eating them all would not only restore the consumed internal energy, but also increase the internal energy by more than [-]%.

However, he will have serious sequelae if he takes the pill like this, and it is possible that he will not be able to advance to the Grandmaster realm in his life.

If he had a choice, Devil Wu would definitely not take so many pills to stimulate his body's potential.

He is so old, if he doesn't advance to the Grandmaster soon, he won't have many years to live.

But there is no choice now, if he doesn't kill Mo Batian, Mo Batian will kill him.

"Huh." Demon Wu swallowed all six pills, and felt a gust of hot air gushing out of his throat.

In an instant, Demon Head Wu's internal strength was fully recovered, and at the same time increased by [-]% as he expected.

At this time, Demon Wu's face was full of red light, just like the light returning from the past.

"It's over. Mo Batian didn't seize the last chance. Wu Motou used secret medicine to improve his strength. He must not be able to defeat Wu Motou." Another warrior felt sorry for Mo Huasong.

Mo Batian is too good at pretending. It's not good to fight Wu Motou well, so he insists on Wu Motou to improve his martial arts.

In this way, Devil Wu may be finished later, but Mo Batian is going to be finished now.

"Mo Batian, this is your courting death." Devil Wu yelled angrily, and flew into the air, striking Mo Huasong with all his strength.

At this time, Demon Head Wu stimulated his physical potential through the secret medicine, and he actually had thirty dragon power in one punch.

But the more he improves like this, the more miserable he will be in the future.

"Okay, let's go." Mo Huasong's eyes sparkled as he watched Devil Wu attacking so forcefully.

"boom."

Mo Huasong was repelled ten steps, and he was not as embarrassed as he was the first time. It can be seen that in the fight just now, his seventh-level body training technique has been improved.

Devil Wu's attack had no effect on him.

"Push." ​​Mo Huasong spat out a mouthful of blood, and said with a sneer, "Devil Wu, you are useless, go to hell."

After finishing speaking, Mo Huasong swung his knife and slashed at Demon Wu.

"Back." Devil Wu was startled, he felt the breath of death.

Although the punch just now consumed Motou Wu a lot of internal energy, but his escape speed was not slow, and he floated backward like a ghost.

But how could Mo Huasong's attack be beyond what Devil Wu could have imagined?A black light flashed, but the little black knife still slashed at his chest.

With a "click", all the clothes in front of Motou Wu were torn apart, but his body was not broken in half as expected by Mo Huasong.

Immediately, a piece of soft armor fell out of Wu Motou's body, and then he fell backwards and fell to the ground unable to move.

"I'll go, Demon Wu actually has defensive armor on his body?" The warriors' eyes widened with surprise on their faces.

"Hey, the star gate is originally for business, what's there?" An old man with a hat flashed out from behind, it was Mr. Bole.

Mr. Bole has been investigating the whereabouts of Master Batian, but to no avail.

Originally, I wanted to come to Xingzhen to find some good things this time, but I didn't expect to encounter such a thing.

The current Mo Huasong had blood on his face, and he couldn't recognize that the so-called Mo Batian was the young man at the auction.

"That's right. There are master craftsmen in the martial arts world who forge defensive armor. It's normal for Wu Motou to have this thing." Everyone nodded secretly.

Bole looked at Mo Huasong with bright eyes: "Master Batian is Master Batian. Even the armor made by other master refiners can't stand his sword. You see, Wu Motou escaped so far, and he was still defeated by Batian. Master Tian swung the armor away with a single blow. Now Demon Wu is lying on the ground, probably dead."

"Yes, if the little black knife in his hand can be sold, I will buy it even if I lose all my money." A warrior said excitedly.

When Mo Huasong was about to step forward to end Wu Motou's life, he suddenly jumped up from the ground and flew into the sky.

"Hahaha, Mo Batian, I was just about to thank you. If it wasn't for your knife that made me feel dead, I wouldn't have realized it immediately. Now that I have advanced to the master level, you are going to be finished." Wu Motou Ha ha laughing.

At this time, Devil Wu is much younger than before, like six or seventy years old, especially the invisible aura emanating from him, which made many warriors have the urge to kneel down and worship.

Strong, really too strong.

"No way, Demon Wu is really lucky. After being beaten like a grandson by Mo Batian, he can still break through to a master with epiphany?" Those warriors couldn't believe their eyes, but the facts were right in front of them. They had to believe again.

"Oh, Mo Batian is going to be miserable this time. That's at the level of a master, not something that can be compared with innate strength." Mr. Bole shook his head secretly.

The difference in strength between a half-step grandmaster and a grandmaster is really too far.

If Mo Batian had the chance to kill Wu devil just now, he has absolutely no chance now.

"Have you become a master?" Mo Huasong's eyes were filled with surprise.

He secretly practiced the seven-layer body training technique to restore the injured place just now.

He hasn't been attacked by a master master yet, so he can try it now.

"That's right, Mo Batian, are you scared? Kneel down and kowtow to me." Devil Wu laughed triumphantly.

Those Stargate masters hurriedly knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Demon Wu in the sky: "The ancestor is mighty, our Stargate will also become a super sect in the future."

Among the crowd, Pang Jiang, wearing a sun hat, anxiously took a phone call.

Although Mo Huasong didn't let the masters from Pangjiazhuang come over, Pang Wenjun could send people of average strength over.

Pang Jiang was the gatekeeper at Pangjiazhuang, so even if Mo Huasong knew about it, he wouldn't blame him.

"Master, it's not good, the ancestor of Xingmen started to be beaten to death by Mr. Mo..." Pang Jiang said in fear.

"I knew that Mr. Mo would not let us down. What kind of bullshit and half-step master is nothing in Mr. Mo's eyes." Pang Wenjun interrupted Pang Jiang and said excitedly.

Pang Jiang cried and said, "No, Demon Wu had some shit luck now, and he had an epiphany when he was dying, and he was promoted to the level of a master."

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