Rebirth of the willow tree, creating the strongest tribe in the ages

Chapter 613 What’s wrong with him?

The moment he sensed the danger, Moko, who had dozens of thin heads but still seemed to have a somewhat insufficient IQ, didn't even think about it. He flexibly controlled his mountain-like body and blasted out towards the back.

The fierce punch has covered the upper, lower, left and right sides. At this time, the only way to resolve it is to retreat.

Obviously.

Although Moko's shape is weird, even strange, it is definitely not a flower in a greenhouse. He has definitely experienced a lot of actual combat, otherwise, his reaction would definitely not be so fast.

But its speed is still too slow!
Although he had already reacted and reacted quickly, his speed was still slightly slower than that of the ten-time champion who had already charged forward.

In the process of retreating, several heads that had no time to dodge and were deformed and weird, as if they had been cursed, were grabbed mercilessly by a big hand wrapped in thunderous roars, and then they were crushed and exploded.

"Pfft..."

In an instant, splashes of black blood and flesh fragments covered the Ten-Crown King, dyeing his white robe that was three points brighter than falling snow black.

The young man was unmoved. He put his slender fingers under his robe, stared at Mo Ke, and then walked over step by step.

Such exaggerated force is no more difficult than crushing a piece of tofu.

Is it possible that Tangtang Foreign Land has declined to such an extent that it can't even find a rising star who can do anything? !

He had just made it very clear that he would send out the real geniuses.

It tore apart the sky and echoed in the air, which was particularly harsh.

Just one punch had already brought Moko back to his senses——

The ancestors are also paying attention to the situation here.

He is definitely no match for this human being.

At this moment, black blood was pouring out from the gaps in the heads that had been blasted by the hammer. The intense, bone-crushing pain was like a tidal wave, causing it to scream in agony, heart-breaking.

Fear from the bottom of my heart.

Just after hearing the content clearly, the remaining head of Moko suddenly turned extremely white, with no blood at all, and the steps he originally wanted to take were suddenly stopped——

B!

The vertical pupils on the remaining heads are no longer as greedy and vicious as if they had discovered the delicacies of the world...

Moko was frightened in his heart, and in the face of life and death, he had already thought about retreating.

Moko's head turned white and blue for a while, feeling annoyed and desperate.

But as soon as this idea came up, a loud voice suddenly sounded in my mind, like a bell, deafening and enlightening.

That loud voice washed away the sea of ​​consciousness in Moko, and it was the voice of my ancestor.

You must know that its head has been tempered for thousands of years and has been cultivated for countless thousands of years. It is as strong as fairy gold and comparable to a flesh and blood weapon. It is quite terrifying in both attack and defense, and it can stretch and contract freely, even in the rolling molten metal. It wouldn't hurt him at all, but he was picked up by the opponent and exploded with a casual punch.

If the fight really continues, if nothing happens, he will most likely be killed here and become a part of the bloodstains on the ring.

Because the other party is too strong.

Truth is truth.

Instead, there was panic and astonishment that was so intense that it almost condensed into substance.

The Ten-Crown King sneered loudly and stepped hard with his feet. The huge force caused the arena to shake and make a dull roar.

Defeating such an opponent will not change his mood at all, because there is really no challenge!
Only that kind of evenly matched battle, with needle-point against wheat awning and scalding blood, can make him feel the long-lost passion. Only that kind of battle can be regarded as a true battle.

Feeling the subtle changes in the emotions of the foreign creature in front of him, the Ten-Crown King frowned slightly, and then immediately relaxed it, returning to indifference. At the same time, he was unyielding, no longer strolling around, and pounced again. Go up.

With a ferocious expression on his face, Moko rolled tens of thousands of meters away on the bluestone before finally stopping.

But the other party didn't believe it, so he decided to use blood to prove the correctness of the truth.

It is afraid.

The opponent was much stronger than the fierce veteran, and could barely be considered a genius, but he was still too weak.

His words about "you don't deserve it" were not sarcastic, they were just telling the truth.

The next moment, his body rushed out like an arrow from the string, bringing up a gust of wind and blowing the dust around him, killing Moko like a hungry tiger pouncing on food.

It still has a lot of youth, but it has reached immortality in hundreds of thousands of years. As long as it continues to practice step by step, even if it cannot compete with those ultimate geniuses, it will definitely have its own place and become a king and ancestor, only in the future.

Along with the wailing, the other party's old bark-like, wrinkled, and extremely hard skin was trembling uncontrollably.

"Take a step back and you will die without mercy!"

The outcome of this battle was already determined from the moment the opponent stepped into the ring.

"what……"

No matter what the other party was thinking about just now, or what conspiracy he wanted to play, in front of him, it was just a death struggle.

But even if it has declined to this extent, it is still so overwhelming that it can't breathe.

At this time, a sharp neighing sound suddenly came.

In the ring, the ten-time champion has steady and powerful steps.

Just as scary as those arrogant freaks.

You must know this, even if this guy's head was kicked by a donkey, he would never take the initiative to lead the battle. He also didn't think about it. Since that madman dared to send this human over, he must have recognized the strength of this human youth. Where did he get the face? How could he actually dream of doing such a great job as Tan Mo!
But the matter has come to this, even if it feels that it is likely to lose to this intruder who has taken the courage of a bear's heart and a leopard's courage, it can only bite the bullet.

This all seems very long.

But in fact it just happened in the blink of an eye.

He looked at the "ant" rushing towards him, which was less than one ten thousandth of his size.

Moko subconsciously clenched his sharp claws into fists, his muscles tensed, his veins popped out, exuding a strong murderous aura, and he roared again and again, trying to cheer himself up in this cheap way.

But the legs and feet, which were constantly trembling and trembling like sieves, immediately betrayed the truest thoughts of this foreign genius.

It's really scary.

Even, the body that was so proud of now makes it feel like it is acting as a living target.

The Ten-Crown King's eyes were indifferent, staring closely at Moko, locking the other person in his sight.

As his body sprinted, the surrounding air seemed to be torn apart by him, making a sharp whistling sound.

The momentum is like a rainbow and no one can stop it.

At this moment, he seemed to have become the master of the battlefield, and no one dared to face his edge.

"Boom!"

"Rumble..."

Just like two stars, one big and one small, colliding fiercely together, accompanied by the surge of mist in the sky, one big and one small, two figures that looked completely incomparable collided with each other.

"Boom!"

For a moment, it felt like being hit hard by an invisible hammer.

With Moko and the Ten-Crown King as the center, the surging aftermath was like ripples in water visible to the naked eye, quickly spreading to all directions.

In an instant.

The dazzling light produced by the impact enveloped a corner of the arena and swept all around. There were even thunder and azure haze traveling in all directions.

next moment.

Following a wailing scream that was enough to tear the void apart, a huge figure broke through the mist mixed with flashing thunderous light, and flew out like a tattered sandbag.

Blood rain fell from the sky. Most of Moko's body, which was as huge as a mountain peak, was blown away by the huge force, leaving only half of his body.

Black blood mixed with internal organs continued to drip down from the cracks in the body like rain and dew, looking extremely miserable.

As for the densely packed and strange narrow heads, only one of them is still floating.

Weak and pale.

However, he is not completely dead yet, and there is still a trace of life that lights his breath.

Under the aura of substantial death, Moko's face was completely replaced by panic and heart palpitations.

This time, it could no longer heed the warnings of its ancestors. It struggled to hold up the remaining body and crawled outside the ring, eager to escape from the cage.

The ancestors may not kill it.

But this little lunatic in front of him will definitely kill it.

There was an extremely strange force entwining the torn flesh and blood, corroding the bones and gnawing at them, killing all the vitality of the body's recovery.

However, Moko's speed at his peak was not as fast as that of the Ten Crown Champions, not to mention that he was just a broken body at the moment.

The Ten-Crown King only had a few steps to catch up with him, and then grabbed Moko's last head.

Amidst the fearful, angry, and resentful scoldings of the other party, with a slight exertion, the majestic force of the real dragon claws crushed him to pieces easily.

But at this time, when the Ten-Crown King was about to use the same method to crush the soul of this foreign genius, Moko's originally completely silent body suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

"We agreed that everyone should take a turn, but we can't fail now!"

Liucun, the vibrant back mountain.

Jiang Huai's eyes flickered, shining on foreign lands through countless dimensional spaces.

That change.

Of course it was his handiwork.

Although Moko is not too strong, he can still be considered a genius. At the very least, he must be tortured by all the capable young people in the village before talking about anything else.

Only torture it once, and the experience gained is too little.

And rabbits will bite people when they are anxious.

If all the remaining warriors in the foreign land were killed, those immortal kings would definitely go crazy.

It's nothing, just slap him in the face, but it's not that easy to gain experience points happily afterwards.

...

In the arena, a mighty unknown voice echoed, desolate, vast, and eternally silent.

Looking at Mo Ke who suddenly disappeared, the Ten-Crown King seemed to be feeling something. His eyes dropped with surprise and then turned into a half-smile, and he said loudly: "Next one!"

"..."

At this moment, there was already a buzz of people outside the arena.

Because I don't know when, the fighting arena that was originally shrouded in the energy of chaos was completely revealed.

It is suspended directly above the vast foreign land, without knowing the boundaries, like a mysterious temple, exuding the aura of eternity. The sacred and solemn atmosphere makes people feel awe.

At the same time, the battle between the Ten-Crown King and Moko was projected onto the sky in a foreign land.

The battle scene between the two people was reflected in the foreign sky, with a 360-degree angle, and was seen by all the foreign creatures.

Especially the young generation from foreign lands.

Their eyes were all focused on the arena in front of them.

Some looked in a daze, as if they were stunned by this sudden turn of events;

Some rubbed their eyes in disbelief, wanting to confirm whether all this was true;
But some of them had high-spirited faces, a wicked smile on their lips, and a greedy light in their eyes, as if they regarded the Ten-Crown King as a rare prey.

That was the real top talent from the foreign land, no less powerful than He Wushuang, the leader back then.

Talented people come out from generation to generation.

Foreign lands are naturally more prosperous.

"It's really amazing. It seems that the opponent is no ordinary person. Moko, the loser, couldn't even resist for three rounds under the opponent's hands. The loser is indeed a loser!"

There was a genius from a foreign land who snorted coldly. His eyes were still unruly and he didn't take the Ten-Crown King seriously, but the wariness deep in his eyes was obviously not as casual as his expression.

at this time.

A corner outside the ring.

An extremely dark darkness flashed past.

next moment.

Moko, who was originally beaten to a pulp, appeared directly outside the field, fell from a high altitude, fell to the ground, and quickly got up again.

There was no trace of any damage on his body, but the shock, terror, and stunned look on his face all showed that what just happened in the ring was not fake.

"This……"

A group of immortal kings stared at each other in astonishment, but then they were filled with helplessness.

They had lived for who knows how many thousands of years, and they had never seen any kind of self-deception, but they didn't think that lunatic would be so kind.

If the other party was really so kind, they would never vent their anger on them again and again.

In this way, there is only one explanation.

That is, the opponent's disciples are far more than just the Ten Crown Champions, and there are others, so Moko cannot die, just like they did back then, they need to be tortured over and over again.

The only difference is that they are always facing the madman alone.

And this group of geniuses from his domain have to face an unknown number of disciples of that madman.

It’s so abominable to step on a horse!

First, let his disciples come to provoke him, and then start in the arena, showing the scene of his genius being beaten in real time to the eyes of all the creatures in the foreign land, in order to achieve some ulterior purpose, or to completely defeat and destroy the foreign land. The confidence of all races...

This is a conspiracy, a naked conspiracy.

What was wrong with that lunatic who stepped on the horse? Why did he do this? What kind of low-level bad taste must he have to do such a thing.

The Immortal King of the foreign land was extremely depressed, and he felt like he wanted to scold but didn't know how.

After all, most of the so-called geniuses in the domain are from their own clan. They are no longer just one person, but the entire clan will be suppressed and unable to hold their head high.

Not to mention the constipated expressions of a group of immortal kings at this moment, the foreign geniuses were cheerful and relaxed.

Even if they lose, they can be "resurrected" and have no worries at all. They can fight boldly with confidence.

For a while.

Some foreign geniuses who had been hesitant before suddenly rushed into the ring.

But soon.

The darkness from before flashed through.

The foreign geniuses who lined up in the queue fell from the sky like dumplings one by one, and their broken bodies returned to their original shape in an instant.

(End of this chapter)