Six Realms Office

Chapter 257 The fierce tiger is fierce, and it is powerful!
Mo Xiaohu opened his posture, and there was a sound of a tiger's howl suddenly, and there seemed to be a big colorful tiger in front of everyone, it was roaring with its head raised, it was extremely ferocious!

Dacheng Tiger Fist!
Hey!
A ferocious roar sounded, and Brother Maozi's ears suddenly buzzed!
The opponent is very powerful!

Brother Mao Zi stood firm, he was panting slightly, blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, and fell to the ground patter.

Mo Xiaohu said: "Dare to fight against the peak of Huajin when you first enter Huajin, you are brave!"

"There are no exercises, no tricks, just using the most indiscriminate martial arts, do you think you can kill me?"

Mo Xiaohu smiled and said: "The use of energy is no different from that of a three-year-old child. Are you really a martial artist?"

Being ridiculed mercilessly by Mo Xiaohu, Brother Mao Zi looked indifferent, still expressionless.

After so many years of being around, he already knew that anger is useless, only a fledgling stunned young man would be irritated by the other party's few words, and this level would not even shake his heart.

Instead of letting anger get to your head, it is better to face it calmly and find a breakthrough from it.

Brother Mao Zi looked at Mo Xiaohu coldly, he imagined himself as a machine, a machine that only knows how to kill people.

Seeing that the other party was unmoved, Mo Xiaohu couldn't help being a little surprised, secretly thinking that this person has a good heart, but a few words can't anger the other party, in Mo Xiaohu's opinion, it's just because he didn't say the right thing.

Dragons have inverse scales, which can cause anger when touched. Although Mo Xiaohu has never seen a dragon, inverse scales are a forbidden area for everyone, every creature with the ability to think independently.

There are always some things that you don't want to be touched and evaluated by others.

Mo Xiaohu didn't know what the opponent's Ni Lin was. For the Tiger Clan, intrigue was obviously not what they should do. This kind of thing was more suitable for the cold and cold Snake Clan.

The Tiger Clan believed in strength, Mo Xiaohu let out a chuckle, concentrating the energy in his hands, imitating the strength of the Human Clan.

This is one of the advantages of the monster race. If the mortals are face to face, they will never see the difference between the monster race and the human race. Only the most humane monks can understand whether the opponent is a monster or a human.

Because the breath of practice is different, even though it belongs to spiritual energy, the sky is clear and the ground is turbid, and the essence of spiritual mist is different.

The power of peak Huajin erupted from Mo Xiaohu's body. He is a monster, and his physical body is stronger than that of humans. When he erupted at this time, his real power was far above the peak of Huajin in the same realm.

He crossed his hands, then suddenly folded his arms, and punched straight out!

The roar of the tiger sounded again, Brother Maozi's pupils widened, and he was hit by that fist again in an instant!

Click!

There was a sound of bone breaking, Brother Maozi coughed up blood, and retreated violently. He clutched his chest, where it had obviously collapsed.

In the back, the middle-aged man's face was calm, but his eyes became more and more gloomy.

The opponent's strength exceeded his estimation. From the intelligence point of view, it was inferred that the opponent should have the strength of dark energy. He pushed this level up to reach the strength of energy transformation, but he did not expect that it was still underestimated. .

The strength of the opponent is indeed beyond expectations, the tiger-shaped boxing has achieved great strength, and at such an age, he has already practiced the essence of Xingyi boxing to the level of a master.

Fisting master, this is more difficult than the masters in the realm, and even many masters can't practice the Dacheng fisting, not to mention the young man in front of him, the energy is almost condensed into a real tiger?

The middle-aged man doesn't know that the guy in front of him is not human at all. If a tiger demon's tiger-shaped fist can't achieve great success, what is the difference from a salted fish? !

It's not like imitating yourself, so don't be a monster.

What's more, for so many years, the demon clan has been imitating the human race's various kung fu. The old monsters above the alchemy dare not leave the Yaoxu, but the condensed little demon can still come out.

The Qi Condensing Demon is equivalent to the Qi Gathering Cultivator of the human race, and the Martial Dao realm is equivalent to the strength of Huajin.

Mo Xiaohu roared angrily, the tiger tore through the air, and fiercely met Brother Maozi's fist!
The opponent's arm was bent for an instant, and then there was a dull click, Brother Mao Zi's arm was instantly broken, twisted out of shape.

His face was pale, Mo Xiaohu's punch had already broken all the bones in his left arm, the opponent's strength was so ferocious, it was like a real tiger.

With a wave of Mo Xiaohu's wrist, the fierce tiger slashed towards the opponent's lower abdomen!

Tigers turn back!

Brother Mao Zi was hit in the abdomen by Mo Xiaohu's punch, and his body was thrown flying out, and he slammed into the gate of a stall on the side of the street. The iron gate was deformed and almost shattered.

Brother Mao Zi slowly slid down from the iron gate. From the beginning to the end, he was in a state of being hanged and beaten.

The opponent's strength is not at the same level as his own, the gap is too big.

Even if it became like this, Brother Mao Zi didn't feel desperate, because as long as he went back, someone from above would naturally help him recover.

Even broken bones.

He looked at Mo Xiaohu. The opponent was powerful, but he stopped there.

There are still 15 minutes before six o'clock, and he can no longer see the newborn sun.

The yellow-haired teeth were chattering, and the sweat was pouring down his forehead, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was sweating profusely.

He never imagined that the other party was such a powerful person, a master at the peak of energy transformation, the roar of the tiger almost rang in his ears, which made him terrified.

"click"

His teeth opened and closed, he didn't know what to say, and finally he could only look at the middle-aged man who had been silent for help.

Brother, if you can beat him, do it quickly!

Huang Mao felt that his feet no longer belonged to him. He roared crazily in his heart, wanting to move himself, but unfortunately, his legs seemed to have taken root, and he just stood there trembling. It is impossible to move around.

Mo Xiaohu looked at Huang Mao, who suddenly trembled and his teeth chattered.

"now you."

Mo Xiaohu laughed, Huang Mao's pupils dilated for an instant, and then he saw the other party rushing towards him!

Ruined!
His nervous eyes closed directly, and then he heard an extremely dull sound!

Huang Mao slowly opened his eyes, looked at his body, and was confused for a while.

Didn't get shot?
His mind suddenly cleared up, and he looked up quickly.

The middle-aged man slowly stretched out a finger, and then retracted it.

Mo Xiaohu's forehead was punched with a bloodstain, and a large amount of blood flowed out from it, staining half of his cheek red.

His hands trembled slightly, and there was an extremely obvious blue-red color on them.

Mo Xiaohu stared at the middle-aged man, and for a moment, this man began to move like a demon god.

"Strength!"

　PS: The third update!

　　
　
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