The Great Immortal of the City

Chapter 315 Mr. Mo is so powerful

"Ahhh." A white light flashed, and the screams of those warriors in black came from outside Mo's house.

Mo Huasong sneered and said, "I've said it just now, since you're here to interfere, don't leave, and die here."

"I'm going, am I dreaming? Mr. Mo is so powerful?" Pang Xiangliang said while he was about to pat the subordinates next to him.

Pang Yishan's sharp eyes saw that Pang Xiangliang was about to take a picture of himself, wanting to prove if he was dreaming, so he immediately backed away.

Seeing that Pang Yishan was avoiding, Pang Xiangliang patted Pang Wenjun.

"Oh." Pang Wenjun screamed. "It hurts."

"Hehe, you're right if it hurts, it proves that I'm not dreaming." Pang Xiangliang nodded excitedly.

Pang Wenjun said with a bitter face: "Old Ancestor, why didn't you take pictures of Pang Yishan? I was about to be seriously injured by your pictures."

Pang Xiangliang said angrily: "Pang Yishan is not here, if I don't shoot you who will I shoot?"

Pang Wenjun looked back, mother, that Pang Yishan who deserved a thousand knives, actually hid there.

Pang Xiangliang continued: "I really didn't expect that Mr. Mo's qi control sword is so powerful. The enemy has fled so far, and he was killed by him."

In fact, how did they know that Mo Huasong let the sword spirit kill the enemy outside, not Mo Huasong killed them with a small black knife.

The first elder saw more than 100 of them coming, only three of them were normal, and the fourth elder who had a broken right leg, was secretly angry.

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

If Mo Huasong didn't die, they couldn't control the Mo family, and there was no way to go back and confess.

Those 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 didn't have the ability to kill these more than 100 warriors by himself.

Therefore, the Great Elder thought that everyone would go up together so that Mo Huasong could be killed.

"Swish, whoosh, whoosh." The elder and the three of them flew towards Mo Huasong.

They have learned to be smart, and they dare not fight with Mo Huasong anymore. They use internal force to attack and attack Mo Huasong from a long distance.

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

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

It's really God helping them. If it comes to weapons, they will definitely not be able to beat Mo Huasong.

But in terms of deep internal strength, they can definitely beat Mo Huasong.

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

"I'll go, what is Mr. Mo doing again? Did he not attack with his little black knife?" Pang Xiangliang patted his thigh angrily.

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

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

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

"Really? Patriarch, don't lie to me." Pang Yishan exclaimed 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 enhances their Pangjiazhuang's strength a lot.

"Really." Pang Xiangliang disagreed. "You have to know that the great elder of Shengtianmen is a mid-stage martial arts master, and now he has added two other master martial arts masters. This three-on-one is really powerful."

"Tch, even if they have more than a hundred masters in martial arts, they are no match for Mr. Mo." Pang Yishan praised Mo Huasong loudly.

While they were discussing, Mo Huasong had already fought with the Great Elder and the others.

"boom."

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

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

But they didn't expect that when Mo Huasong's punch came down, they felt something was wrong.

How could the aura that was so powerful that it made them feel death not scare them?

"No, Mo Huasong's fist blade is weird, let's do our best." The elder yelled, and hastily used [-]% of his internal strength.

The second and third elders didn't dare to be negligent, and immediately hit Mo Huasong desperately.

Immediately, all the nearby sand and rocks were taken into the air, beating others so hard that they couldn't open their eyes.

"Everyone, retreat quickly." Mo Ying waved his hands and led his men to fly back.

Mr. Mo was also supported by two guards and flew to the back. The female bodyguard led 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 they sent out with this blow turned all the corpses on the ground into blood paste, which was very terrifying.

As for Mo Huaren, who fell on the ground like a dead dog, he was also shot dead directly, and he couldn't die anymore.

Mo Huaren has exhausted his tricks, how can he beat Mo Huasong, his end can only be a dead end.

"Da da da!"

The Great Elder and the others were pushed back more than ten meters by Mo Huasong's punch. When they stabilized their figures, a stream of blood spewed out of their mouths.

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

And 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 [-] meters, fell to the ground and vomited blood, and was seriously injured.

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

Pang Yishan smiled triumphantly: "Hehe, Patriarch, do you only know how powerful Mr. Mo is now? Little Black Knife, little Black Knife."

"Arguing with your sister, let's continue to watch their fight." Pang Xiangliang scolded Pang Yishan angrily.

Pang Xiangliang is now innately powerful, and it is of great benefit to him to watch martial arts masters above the master fight.

"Ah, ancestor, you don't want to admit it, do you? You promised to give me a little black knife." Seeing that Pang Xiangliang didn't mention the little black knife, Pang Yishan couldn't help asking.

Pang Xiangliang glared angrily and said, "I see, isn't it just a little black knife? I'll ask Pang Wenjun to buy one in the market outside tomorrow. Do you want a high imitation or a quality one? Anyway, it's not worth much."

"What? Patriarch, what are you talking about fake?" Pang Yishan also stared. "You can't be like this?"

"Why can't it 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 said before that as long as he practiced diligently, he would be able to go to that mysterious place and meet Patriarch Pang Xinliang if he had the opportunity.

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

"What? There's a second punch?" The faces of the elders and the others changed.

It was the punch just now, they couldn't catch it, and all of them were injured.

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