Fengtian Longdi

Chapter 401 The Power of One Punch

After the black phantom merged, it only stagnated for a moment before exploding with a bang.

At the same time, a loud roar rang out, and violent energy ripples suddenly swept over where Jiang Mo was standing, and his body was directly swept into it.

Bang, bang, bang!

Jiang Mo's body was sucked into the energy storm, and then he was ruthlessly thrown into the distance.

puff-
After being thrown out by the storm, Jiang Mo spurted a mouthful of blood, and fell down like a kite with a broken string.

The black water swamp below had already been blasted out of several huge pits, and Jiang Mo fell into a huge pit, and his breath was very weak.

Seeing this scene, Jia Lang reached out with his right hand, and the chain spear flew upside down and fell into his hand.

"I told you to catch him without a fight. In that case, you might be spared the pain of flesh and blood!" Jia Lang looked down at Jiang Mo with a smug smile on his face.

There are too many secrets about Jiang Mo, capturing him and bringing him back to the Wuji Temple must be a great achievement.

"Ahem..." Jiang Mo clutched his chest and coughed violently, red blood froth overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

His dark eyes stared fixedly at Jia Lang, never moving away.

The energy in the dantian flowed into the chest along the meridians, and his chest was slowly rising and falling, preparing for the final blow.

Killing monsters, this was Jiang Mo's last resort, and if he used it unexpectedly, Jia Lang would lose his mind for a moment.

Jia Lang's momentary absence was the time for Jiang Mo's final counterattack. If Jiang Mo could seize the opportunity, he could seriously injure or even kill Jia Lang directly.

Jiang Mo was just betting that Jia Lang didn't have much defense against himself at this moment.

"Winner or loser, if you want to kill or cut, it's up to you." Jiang Mo glanced at Jia Lang, then turned his head away. His purpose of doing this was to reduce Jia Lang's vigilance.

"Hehe, he's quite a character!" Jia Lang chuckled, he reached out with his big hand and grabbed Jiang Mo.

"It's now!" Jiang Mo's peripheral vision fell on Jia Lang's body, and the moment he stretched out his palm, the vitality in Jiang Mo's chest was boiling.

Roar---
Jiang Mo turned around suddenly, opened his mouth, and a piercing sound wave suddenly swept towards Jia Lang.

Jia Lang staggered a bit, and the monster-killing chant resounded in his mind, making him feel dizzy at that moment.

The blow worked, and Jiang Mo slapped his backhand behind him. With the help of the counter-shock force, he faced Jia Lang, clenched his fists, and the Bengshan Fist was urged to hit Jia Lang's head.

At the same time, the Ancient Heavenly Punishment Sword was also under the control of Jiang Mo's divine sense, and beheaded Jia Lang's back.

The Collapsing Mountain Fist and Qianli Yujian were launched at the same time, and for a while, the momentum was not weak!
Even though he was seriously injured, Jiang Mo's speed was still not slow, and his punching wind enveloped Jia Lang's complexion drastically!

"Not good!" Jia Lang was shocked in his heart, and immediately bit the tip of his tongue suddenly, his head instantly sobered up.

However, it was still a bit late, Jiang Mo's iron-like fists were already roaring towards his head.

Looking at this posture, if he was hit by the bombardment, even if Jia Lang didn't die, he would still have to peel off his skin.

"Cunning boy!" Jia Lang cursed angrily, and immediately turned his body to an incredible angle, trying to avoid the blowing fist.

Bang, bang, chirp—
Even though Jia Lang pushed his life-saving skills to the extreme, he was still hit by Jiang Mo's fists on his right shoulder. His head escaped Jiang Mo's fist, but his right shoulder was bloody from the bombardment.

At the same time, the Ancient Heavenly Punishment Sword also slashed on his back, his clothes were torn, and a foot-long bloodstain emerged from Jia Lang's back.

Jia Lang didn't get entangled with Jiang Mo. After avoiding the fatal blow, he quickly retreated. The speed of his escape was several times faster than that of Jiang Mo!
The distance between the two was tens of feet apart in an instant, and Jia Lang looked at Jiang Mo with lingering fear, terrified!
"What a pity!" Seeing Jia Lang fleeing, Jiang Mo knew that he still underestimated the strength of the Six-Star Martial Lord, and it really wasn't that easy to kill Jia Lang.

"You bastard, you have a lot of ways to hide! I almost capsized in the gutter!" Jia Lang cursed in surprise and anger.

Leaning on the Ancient Heavenly Punishment Sword, Jiang Mo looked at Jia Lang weakly. This time, he really drained the last bit of strength from his body.

"Stop pretending, I will never give you the slightest chance to stand up again this time!" Jia Lang saw Jiang Mo's pale face as a disguise, and he was already scared by Jiang Mo's desperate counterattack just now. Scared.

After the words fell, Jia Lang shook the chain spear in his hand, and stabbed at Jiang Mo violently.

The sharp and fierce gun light pierced through the air, covering Jiang Mo's body, and he had no way out.

"Are you going to fall here?" Jiang Mo desperately urged the last trace of strength in his body, trying to resist the terrifying offensive spear light.

The speed of the gun light was extremely fast, and it appeared in front of Jiang Mo in an instant, destroying the defense that Jiang Mo had just organized with great difficulty.

At this critical moment, a thunder-like sound suddenly rang from the sky above.

A towering giant fist directly shattered the shaky Xuanmu Locking Formation, then penetrated the space and smashed on the sharp spear light.

Boom!

The giant fist shattered the spear's light, and immediately slammed at the stunned Jia Lang with undiminished momentum.

The gun light that condensed the six-star Martial Lord was so easily broken.

Jiang Mo was a little horrified. He raised his head and looked not far away.

There was a middle-aged man in ordinary clothes standing there. At this time, the middle-aged man was maintaining a punching posture.

Apparently, that middle-aged man unleashed that seemingly ordinary but surprisingly powerful punch that saved Jiang Mo.

boom!
Jia Lang tried his best to block the power of that punch, but he failed. The huge fist fell on Jia Lang's chest like a broken bamboo.

The surging force like a mountain torrent poured all over Jia Lang's body, smashing his breastbone down immediately, and a mouthful of blood mixed with internal organs spewed out like money.

A casual punch from that middle-aged man in ordinary clothes caused Jia Lang, who was a six-star Martial Lord, to retreat with serious injuries.

How strong should this middle-aged man be?

The four men in black robes who were mobilizing the base of the formation had long been implicated because the formation was broken, and they couldn't afford to be seriously injured at this moment.

That is to say, this middle-aged man injured five Wujun powerhouses with just one punch, including a six-star Wujun!
"Don't be surprised. I don't like the people in the Wuji Temple, so I shot them."

The middle-aged man walked slowly towards Jiang Mo and explained with a smile.

(End of this chapter)