The Great Immortal of the City

Chapter 392 Despicable Again

However, when Mo Huasong and Hei Guihuo entered inside, gunshots blasted towards this side.

"I'll go, Zou Dayang is not so despicable, he actually used modern weapons." Xie Tianguang yelled again. "But I like it."

Generally speaking, warriors hate their comrades who use hot weapons the most.

Especially for a super master like Zou Dayang to bombard Mo Huasong with hot weapons, especially guns, it's outrageous.

You must know that they had ambushed early in the morning, and when Mo Huasong appeared, they would launch bombs.

Those gunmen seemed to be free of money, and ten gunmen bombed them all at once, making it impossible for Mo Huasong to hide.

"I'll go." Hei Guihuo yelled, desperately rushing towards Mo Huasong.

The black ghost fire rushed to the front of Mo Huasong, but the desire was too strong.

In the blink of an eye, the black will-o'-the-wisp was blown away.

Such a powerful ** cannot be resisted by its current strength.

"Boom." The black ghost fire was blown away.

But with a flash of white light, Xiao Baijian rushed towards the ** in front.

Seeing that Mo Huasong was in danger, the sword spirit immediately came to his senses, and charged into Xiaobaijian's chest.

Xiaobaijian blocked the bomb, but the bomb continued to explode around Mo Huasong.

Ten bullets exploded beside Mo Huasong one after another, and all of them were blown apart.

Suddenly, where Mo Huasong was, a hole about [-] square meters was blown out, several meters deep.

"Hahaha, Mo Huasong must be dead." Zou Dayang shouted triumphantly.

"Yeah, Zou Dayang, you're still despicable enough." The Cangcha man nodded his head and stared at the big hole to relieve his hatred.

This is a new type of gun, ten rounds have been fired, how can Mo Huasong not die?
Grandmaster martial arts masters like them may be killed even if they are hit by one bullet, let alone ten bullets.

Mo Huasong must be dead, must be dead.

"Oh, Brother Batian is very powerful, but he met the despicable Zou Dayang." Fei Long sighed and shouted: "If he is more careful, he won't be hit by the gun."

At this time, Su Weidong had almost cultivated, and his body recovered.

He stared at the big screen angrily and shouted: "Humph, Shengtianmen, I will definitely go there and destroy you."

"Hahaha, brothers, everyone, get ready." Xie Tianguang clapped his hands excitedly.

As long as Zou Dayang and the others stepped forward to confirm that Mo Huasong was dead, they would rush forward and destroy the Mo family.

"Swish, swish." Before the Dragon's Breath members could prepare, the warriors behind were already ready to move, thinking about rushing into Mo's house.

The Cangcha man walked towards the big hole in front proudly: "Mother, after confirming that Mo Huasong is dead, we will clean up and go to the Mo family in the capital immediately, kill the Mo family, and rape Mo Huasong's mother." A hundred times."

The faces of the Cangcha people were full of anger. Even if they killed Mo Huasong, the strength of the Cangshan sect would be greatly reduced. Among the super sects, it was considered the lowest sect and would not get more resources.

After this battle, it will take at least 100 years for the Cangshan faction to have a chance to rise again.

"Whoosh." A white light flashed, revealing a big blood hole in Cangcha's chest.

And behind him was the little white sword that was shining with white light, flying in the air.

Zou Dayang yelled at the gunners: "Mother, Mo Huasong is not dead yet, are you dead? Hurry up and fuck."

Those people were so frightened that they hurriedly pretended to be guns again, but Xiao Baijian flew towards them.

"Bang bang bang." Those guns were cut open by Xiao Baijian, the guns couldn't get out, and exploded right here.

"Boom boom boom."

The gunner and the warriors next to him were all killed, and there were big holes all over there.

The nearby buildings were also blown down, and they were in a mess.

I saw a figure jumping up from the big hole just now, covered in mud, it was Mo Huasong.

"Damn it, Mo Huasong is not dead yet." Xie Tianguang felt like he was about to cry.

He wanted Mo Huasong to be killed by Zou Dayang and the others as soon as possible, but Zou Dayang used so many despicable tricks, but he couldn't kill Mo Huasong. What's going on?
Daxichang sighed secretly: "It's the credit of that little white sword. It helped Mo Huasong block the gun, so the gun couldn't get close to him at all. Even if it exploded, it would not have the strongest power before."

"Damn, that little white sword is stronger than the little black knife." Xie Tianguang sighed.

"Yes, if we have the little white sword, we can definitely kill Mo Huasong." Someone behind said.

"I'll pay 200 billion for the little white sword." Someone shouted again.

Everyone looked at the little white sword that slaughtered Shengtianmen in front, and all of them showed envy in their eyes.

If you get this sword, what more can you ask for.

Mo Huasong wiped off the dirt on his body and stared at Zou Dayang in front of him. "Zou Dayang, do you have any skills? Use it all."

"Mo Huasong, you also killed many of us, so let's leave it as it is this time, how about it? Let's let the past go." Zou Dayang said to Mo Huasong.

"Hahaha, you may not know my temper." Mo Huasong called loudly.

When he called Mr. Mo just now, Mr. Mo told him that the Mo family is now live broadcasting his whereabouts. It is estimated that the people over there will also hear what is happening now.

"What's your temper?" Zou Dayang asked.

Mo Huasong said: "I hate others to hurt my mother the most. Whoever wants to touch a hair of my mother, I will kill his whole family."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Shengtianmen's screams sounded from behind.

The Cangcha people were dead, and the remaining warriors of the Cangshan faction were also killed one after another. They couldn't resist at all.

The black ghost fire also flew up, it was not as energetic as before, and its color was much lighter, indicating that it also consumed a lot of energy and was about to be unable to hold on.

But it was very angry now, and instead of returning to rest on Mo Huasong's body, it continued to fly forward, and it wanted to kill those enemies.

Damn, dare to use shells to deal with it, it seems that those people have not died yet.

Zou Dayang saw his disciples keep falling down, and knew that if he didn't fight Mo Huasong today, their Shengtianmen would really be wiped out.

"Mo Huasong, do you think that's what we are capable of when we were born in Tianmen? I must kill you." Zou Dayang took out something like a matchbox from his arms while talking.

"What is this?" Mo Huasong asked with a frown.

When Zou Dayang took out the thing, Mo Huasong felt a dangerous aura. The thing was not simple, it seemed to exude the smell of runes.

"This is something that can kill you." Zou Dayang shouted.

After finishing speaking, Zou Dayang chanted a spell on the little thing, and then called out: "Old Ancestor, we juniors are useless and need your help, take him away, even if you take us away with you, you are not afraid. I Zou Dayang swears that he must die."

(End of this chapter)