The Great Immortal of the City

Chapter 86 Is Mr. Mo Dead?
Pang Xiangliang saw the resignation on Pang Wenjun's face, shook his head and persuaded: "Pang Wenjun, don't blame Mr. Mo, this is fate. Mr. Mo has kindness to our Pangjiazhuang, even if our Pangjiazhuang is gone, don't complain."

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

In the world of martial arts, his life is in danger at any time, so he also looked away.

Mo Huasong over there gave Pang Wenjun an angry look and said, "What's going on with you? Why are you dead?"

"Mr. Mo, why are you still talking sarcasticly now? We are going to die." Hearing what Mo Huasong said, Pang Wenjun's heart to blame Mo Huasong arose again.

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

Seeing Mo Huasong's big talk, Zou Yiqiu sneered and said, "Hmph, Mo Huasong, don't think that you are great just because you have a small black knife in your hand. Let me tell you, in front of strength, even if you have the best treasure, it is 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, but I can still have fun."

"Damn you." When Mo Huasong heard that Zou Yiqiu wanted to hit his mother and the others, his murderous intent rushed to the sky.

"Hahaha, then I will see what you are capable of." Zou Yiqiu raised his hands again, and a powerful wall of energy appeared again.

When Pang Xiangliang saw Zou Yiqiu using the strong move of "Born to suppress the top" again, he was frightened and hurriedly shouted: "Mr. Mo, this move is very terrifying, you must not take it hard."

Just now, a dozen of them resisted Zou Yiqiu's attack of "Born to Overwhelm", but it was still to no avail.

Now Mo Huasong is only alone, and he must not be able to resist.

Mo Huasong snorted coldly, and put the small black knife in his 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 a weapon." Pang Yishan, the housekeeper of Pangjiazhuang next to him, sighed.

"Hahaha, Mo Huasong, do you regret it now? It's useless, who told you to die." Zou Yiqiu laughed triumphantly.

Zou Yiqiu will not say the following words, who told you, Mo Huasong, to stand in the way of his junior brother, Mo Huaren?
The powerful air wall was getting closer and closer to Mo Huasong, but Mo Huasong still stood there without moving.

"Hua Song." Wu Yuzhen was terrified and called out loudly.

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

Zou Yiqiu is very strong. With the help of the sword spirit, Mo Huasong can easily kill him.

But the sword spirit was asleep, so Mo Huasong had no choice but to go all out and overdraw the potential in his body.

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

Mo Huasong's face became paler and paler, hot sweat dripped from his forehead continuously.

Pang Wenjun said in surprise: "Mr. Mo's expression is so frightened, 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 a little bit of internal strength, and then deal with Zou Yiqiu together with Mo Huasong.

But Mo Huasong was so frightened now that Pang Wenjun was disappointed.It seems that they all have to die here tonight.

"Yin-yang kill." Mo Huasong silently recited the formula when the air wall was on top of Mo Huasong's head.

"Huh." The air around Mo Huasong changed, and two silent winds appeared on both sides, driving a terrifying vortex, which grew bigger and bigger, and rushed towards the air wall.

When Zou Yiqiu saw that the air wall was about to fall on Mo Huasong, he couldn't help laughing wildly.

Mo Huasong definitely couldn't survive, this was his all-out blow, and many masters died under his blow.

Mo Huasong is just a small ant, and he will definitely die as soon as possible.

With a soft "pop", the air wall shattered and 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 swirling wind blowing towards him like a tornado.

Pang Xiangliang closed his eyes, not daring to see Mo Huasong being killed.

When he heard the sound, he couldn't help asking: "Pang Wenjun, is Mr. Mo dead?"

"Ah—" Pang Wenjun screamed in surprise.

So weird.

Just now a dozen of them received Zou Yiqiu's attack together, and they were almost crushed by Zou Yiqiu.

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

"Oh, I knew that Mr. Mo couldn't resist this move. It seems that our Pangjiazhuang is doomed." Pang Xiangliang opened his eyes while speaking.

When Pang Xiangliang saw that Mo Huasong was still standing there, he couldn't help being surprised and said, "Pang Wenjun, did Mr. Mo come back to life with his fake corpse?"

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

"Oh, owner, it hurts me to death." Pang Yishan screamed with a bitter face.

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

After all, Pang Xiangliang's martial arts was higher than Pang Wenjun's, and he immediately saw the clue. "No, that person wants to run away. Mr. Mo not only blocked that person's attack, but also continued to attack that person."

At this time, Zou Yiqiu's face was pale with fright, and he felt the smell of danger and death.

This is something that has never happened before, because he is the senior brother of Shengtianmen, and a monstrous genius who practices martial arts.

In the sect, only the master or the elders are stronger than him, but there is no one who can make him feel the breath of death with one move.

Zou Yiqiu just wanted to get out of here quickly, and didn't want to stay here for another second.

The master of innate 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, or there will be endless troubles." Pang Xiangliang yelled.

We must know that if a powerful master like Zou Yiqiu secretly attacked Pangjiazhuang, they would be in a state of panic.

"Hmph, how can it be so easy to escape?" Mo Huasong snorted coldly, crossed his hands, and his face was paler than before.

The vortex in the air immediately swirled towards Zou Yiqiu like chicken blood.

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

"No—" Seeing that he couldn't escape, Zou Yiqiu pushed with both hands, using all the internal strength in his body, he wanted to fight against the whirlpool, trying to resist the whirlpool.

But the whirlpool rushed to Zou Yiqiu's side, not only crushed all his internal energy, but also enveloped him, and then continued to twist...

(End of this chapter)