Killing the King and Shafeng: Miss Seven

He Bo sneered and said, "Why don't you think about it, I just want to see if there is a way to force out your evil kung fu, it seems that old man Wangui had some kind of adventure after he recovered from his injury, he actually practiced such poisonous kung fu, It seems that there is no hope for this old man to take revenge." He Bo sighed deeply when he thought of this, he really wanted to take revenge all the time, but because his injury had just recovered, he wanted to strengthen his strength before going to Old Man Gui, but he did not expect that he would be hit first. God has no eyes for seeing his apprentice's evil skills.

"If that's the case, then I'm sorry." Mo Qianye was not talking nonsense, he was still annoyed that he had waited for nothing all night, thinking that this dead old man dared to entertain him like this, he felt angry, crossed his hands on his chest, The upper snake-shaped ring flashed a black light, and a thick black mist spewed out from the center of his palm, filling the entire room. fall back.

"Who!" What kind of person was Mo Qianye? Mo Xingchen had already caught the movement by his ears by accident, and immediately slammed his palm first towards the wall.

With a sound of "Boom", a wall of He Bo's house immediately collapsed, and thick black fog sprayed towards Mo Xingchen like a tidal wave.

In the room, He Bo also raised his palms together, his chest suddenly felt a stabbing pain, the original strength of the rank nine stars was greatly reduced, the khaki beam of light dissipated in the blink of an eye as soon as it entered the black thick fog, and Mo Chiba's palms were already pitch black, and a huge black palm was slapped on the top of his head.

Mo Qianye dealt with both sides almost at the same time, but they were equally swift and vigorous. Mo Xingchen felt a sharp pain in his back while running away. He spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell on the snow. The blood stained the snow red. , like a coquettish snow lotus blooming.

The pitch-black mist instantly engulfed Mo Xingchen, and Fan Tianluo, who was opposite her, turned pale with shock. At this moment, she drove the silver cup to Mo Xingchen's side, and immediately put him in the silver cup. Mo Xingchen fainted almost without saying a word .

Yinzhan felt a kind of viscous force in the black mist, and wanted to escape, but found that his movements were slow, as if stuck by glue, and the sweat on Fantianluo's forehead suddenly seemed to rain. What kind of evil work is it?

On the other side, Mo Qianye slapped He Bo's forehead with his black palm. He Bo snorted angrily, and slapped his hands on the top of his head. Generally drilled into his palm.

Shocked, his complexion changed.And Mo Qianye's handsome face was also abnormally white at the moment, and the black light in his palm became brighter and brighter, and the powerful aura made the entire roof explode into the sky with a bang, and the momentum was terrifying.

With the palms of the two facing each other, Mo Qianye took a few steps back, and the wall behind him immediately collapsed, but he quickly looked outside, grabbed the black mist outside with one hand, and the black mist flew back immediately.

Fantianluo's silver cup hadn't moved out of the black mist area, but was directly sucked back by Mo Qianye, without even a little room to resist.

On the other side, He Bo was no longer in the same place, a large pit was exposed in the ground, the dust was rising, and the coughing sounded continuously.

"It turned out to be this thing. It's a surprise that an imperial treasure can collect living things." Mo Qianye took the silver cup into his hand as soon as he closed his palm.