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Chapter 38
As soon as the explosion sounded, Mo Tang's body almost turned into a black line and rushed towards the fleeing Meng Long.

This speed far exceeded Meng Long's imagination, and he couldn't help but let out some exclamations.

Seeing that there was no hope of escaping, Meng Long's eyes turned fierce with the divine sword, his spear swept across, and a ferocious gust of wind rushed out in front of him, mixed with the ear-piercing sound of breaking wind, and fiercely aimed at Mo Tang's body. The head was smashed.

"clang!"

The crisp sound of gold and iron clashing echoed from the place where the two fought.

Following the sound waves, a circle of ferocious energy surged out from between the blade and the gun body...

Immediately, a crack was directly opened on the ground under the feet of Mo Tang and Meng Long!
"Hey, it turns out that your strength is not even as good as that Meng Jiao, and you have the face to be called the head of the regiment..."

Stepping back, Mo Tang looked at Meng Long who stepped back several steps one after another, and said with disdain.

"You...! You are too deceitful!"

Meng Long's face had already turned purple.

I'm the head of the group because I'm an older brother, okay?
Ignoring his words, Mo Tang stepped back suddenly, and his body shot out like a sharp arrow again. The sharp long knife in his hand drew a circle in mid-air, driving a burst of oppressive wind, ruthlessly Cut it down.

When his body was about to enter the range of Meng Long's attack, Mo Tang kicked his foot on the ground violently, and his body unexpectedly moved sideways to his left position strangely. With his palm tightened, the blade pointed directly at the opponent's neck.

Excluding Meng Jiao, who was smothered to death by him before, this is the first time that Mo Tang has faced off against someone at the level of a great fighter.

Although the opponent's strength is not as good as his own, but it is suitable to use it to practice...

That Meng Long is an old mercenary who fought hard, and he has rich combat experience. Although his speed and strength are incomparable to Mo Tang, he danced a long spear so tightly that he blocked the latter one after another. intensive attack.

"Clang! Clang! Clang..."

Following the dazzling attacks and defenses of the two, the crisp sound of gold and iron intersecting on the spacious square almost rang together.

The sound of gold and iron hovered over the square and lingered for a long time.

The so-called: long-term attack will lead to impetuosity, long-term defense will lead to loss.

In the contest between spear and shield, it depends on who makes the mistake first...

Seeing that the young man on the opposite side became impatient because he couldn't attack for a long time, and when he even seemed to be a little out of order when he used his sword, Meng Long was overjoyed.

"That's it!"

"Boy, it's over!"

After fending off Mo Tang's knife, Meng Long suddenly exerted force, directly causing the former to lose his footing, closing his chest and opening it wide!

Murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he drank heavily: "Blast gun!"

Following Meng Long's deep shout, above his long spear, the ferocious crimson flame fighting spirit frantically condensed...

A moment later, it was as if a flame vortex had formed above the spear, and at the center of the vortex was a dark hollow, in which ferocious energy was rapidly condensing.

"Die! Boy!"

With a grin, Meng Long's face appeared ferocious, and the spear blasted out suddenly, a circle of crimson ferocious energy ripples spread along the body of the gun...

Finally, it surged out from the tip of the spear.

The vortex of flame above the spear stopped suddenly at this moment, and in the pitch-black hole, a mass of red energy that was almost as solid as a substance, carrying a fierce wind, smashed fiercely on Mo Tang's long knife!

Upon contact, the red energy cluster fluctuated for a while, and immediately exploded violently like a bomb.

"Boom, clang!"

This sudden symphony of gold and iron exploded on the square almost like a thunderbolt.

The violent sound waves caused the people on both sides to cover their ears involuntarily, and looked at the field in astonishment.

"Gudong!"

Zhang Fang couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and then looked slightly at Wu Liang and Li Tong who were not far away who were similar to him.

If the three of them were dissatisfied with Mo Tang's domineering behavior before, then now, they no longer dare to have such thoughts...

A great fighter with such strength, even if they were really killed, the family would probably not punish each other for the three of them.

There is no way, for the family, the influence brought by a big fighter is not comparable to that of several fighters...

The energy of the explosion made Mo Tang slightly surprised. The long knife in his hand was about to be thrown out of his hand. He also stepped back quickly. Every step he took would leave a footprint embedded in the hard stone surface.

This situation caused the surviving members of the leading mercenary group to let out a cry of surprise, as if they saw the hope of surviving.

But the next scene instantly caught everyone's throat...

Mo Tang's figure suddenly turned into a tiny ray of light, and it came to Meng Long's side almost in the blink of an eye.

"what!"

Looking at the young man whose speed doubled in an instant, Meng Long's face changed suddenly, his pupils shrank slightly, and he stared at the black light that gradually enlarged in his pupils.

At a certain moment, an aura that was a little more ferocious than before suddenly burst out from Meng Long's body, and an iron fist full of red aura brought a sharp sound of piercing wind, viciously Facing the light, it hit the past.

Just a second before the fist gang was about to collide with the black line...

That figure, like a flash of lightning, suddenly paused inconceivably, then turned into a dream bubble, and disappeared in front of Meng Long in an instant...

"laugh!"

"Uh……!"

A bloody blade protruded directly from his chest.

Meng Long's red fighting spirit armor was like a thin piece of paper, and did not bring any obstacles to the opponent...

Silver lightning flashed out from the blade.

A trace of green smoke came out from the opponent's wound along with the smell of burnt barbecue.

"Uh...heh...gulu..."

Meng Long opened and closed his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.But as soon as he opened his mouth, a large stream of blood came out, directly turning all the words into unconscious syllables, and finally disappeared slowly.

"Dead...dead..."

The emaciated middle-aged Dou Shi who had persuaded Meng Long to break out of the siege earlier said with fear in his eyes.

puff!
Mo Tang pulled out his Sharp Spirit Saber from the corpse, slowly lifted it up, and pointed at the dragon heads who had already stopped...

"Give you a chance, surrender, or die!"

Pfft!
Pfft!
One after another, the tempters dropped their weapons, knelt down on the ground, and surrendered to Mo Tang tremblingly.

Glancing at the leading members who were less than thirty left, Mo Tang said to Zhang Fang and the other three, "Clean this place, this will be my residence in Black Rock City from now on..."

"Yes, my lord!"

(End of this chapter)