Meng Jiang’s palm blasted towards that “palm thunder”. At this moment, only a loud noise was heard. Meng Jiang’s reaction was extremely fast. He actually judged the danger in an instant and wanted to escape, but he had already It was too late, this blasting thunder exploded on the spot, Meng Jiang's body was blown out, half of his body turned into minced meat and fell to the ground.

"..." The audience was silent. What happened just now?

Qin Mo threw out the "palm thunder", and then Meng Jiang was seriously injured?

Do you want to be so childish!

If it hadn’t been seen with their own eyes, no one would have believed this to be true, because Mengjiang was the commander, and he was also a powerful man in the realm of Wu Zun. He was so powerful, even if he was facing the same realm of Wu Zun. Existence, with the strength of Mengjiang, it would not be defeated so badly.

But now Mengjiang was seriously injured by a so-called "palm thunder" in the hand of a sixteen-year-old boy. How could this be possible?

Everyone's eyes fell on Meng Jiang, only to see Meng Jiang at this time, who was dying, everyone could tell that Meng Jiang might not survive.

"I've already said, don't force me to make a move. When I use my palm thunder, even I am afraid!" Qin Mo said with a sigh.

"..." Moncha.

"..." The Meng Family Army.

"..." Others present.

It has to be said that Qin Mo's move can indeed shock everyone, even those of the Meng Family Army, now they dare not accept this fact.

"No...impossible!" Meng Jiang fell to the ground now, his eyes widened, looking at Qin Mo.

Qin Mo had already walked towards Mengjiang, with a grinning smile on his face, and kicked Mengjiang's body: "Mengjiang, isn't it? Commander, right? Very awesome, right? He dare to Lingyun to us. Zong shot, right?"

Every time Qin Mo said something, he kicked the Mengjiang River. Everyone couldn't bear to watch. This Qin Mo was too bad, and everyone was already like this. Do you still have any sympathy for hitting him like this? ?

Of course, for Qin Mo, there is absolutely nothing like sympathy.

"Ye Liangchen, you will never get better, even if you kill me, you will not!" Meng Jiang roared loudly, but after the roar, blood spurted out.

"Meng Jiang, I have a question for you now, you have to answer me honestly, and I will send you on the road, otherwise, I have a way to make you better than death!" Qin Mo sneered.

"You don't want to know anything in my mouth, I won't say anything!" Meng Jiang said.

"In this case, you want your son to die with you, right?" Qin Mo's gaze was blinded.

"You...what do you want to know?" Meng Jiang could only compromise.

"The one who shot our Lingyun Sect, besides you, who else?"

"Think about who you offended yesterday, then..." At this point, Meng Jiang said, the vitality in his eyes has disappeared.

Qin Mo had received the news he wanted to know, and he immediately understood who the man Meng Jiang was talking about was, and his eyes were blinded.

"You... what do you want to do?" Moncha's face was full of fear.

"What? What? Actually, I didn't think about what to do. Since I promised your father will let you go, naturally I will not deal with you personally, Little Fire Dragon, help me kill him!" Qin Mo beckoned and said.

The little fire dragon walked over immediately, with flames still venting from his mouth.

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