Chapter 1969

Lei Fuyong was also very surprised that the young man in front of him was not hurt.

In today's martial arts circle, there are few people with such strength, not to mention such a young guy.

"Young man, this is just the beginning. You can get away with it. Don't be too arrogant. It's not good for you!" Lei Fuyong's parting sneer, actually his present mood is very shocked.

"I haven't moved yet. You've already punched me. I'll give you three moves today. It's a gift to meet you!" Don't ask your hands behind you. You don't mean to separate yourself from Lei Fuyong.

Wow, there was an uproar.

Everyone thinks that Mo Wen is crazy. What kind of role is Lei Fuyong? It's not only the disciples of Huamen who know it. Everyone in the snake spirit sect, Tangmen and Yu family knows that Lei Fuyong is a terrible role. No one expected that Mo Wen should ask Lei Fuyong to do three moves.

"Oh, shit, this guy must have gone crazy, right? He... What did he just say? Let the master do three moves? "

"Your ears are very good. I heard you right. That's what this guy said! Hum, although the leader of the sect is only separated, his strength can at least be equal to that of an expert in the original realm. But this guy actually said that he should make three moves. This is the funniest joke I've ever heard! "

"Can't it be that you were fooled by the master's fist just now?"

"Just now, the sect leader just tried this boy's cultivation. Next, it's supposed to be a contest of real ability and learning. Let's see how he can resist the sect leader's next two deadly attacks!"

"Don't you really want the sect leader to make three moves?" Looking at Mo Wen still standing in the same place, those people really don't understand what way Mo Wen is playing.

After listening to the comments of the disciples of Huamen, the original fierce battle gradually stopped. Alex could clearly feel how strong Lei Fuyong's cultivation was. He frowned and looked at Mo with some surprise.

"Why is the master so careless all of a sudden? The old man's accomplishments are not low... Can't anything happen? "

"Don't worry! Brother mosquito will be fine! " At this moment, only Bai Xueer has full confidence in Mo Wen.

In fact, Bai Xueer's heart can't help worrying about Mo Wen.

"Are you sure you want me to do three things?" Lei Fuyong's strength, do not need to ask him three moves, in front of so many people, by a young man said to let himself three moves, it is really an insult to him.

"Of course, I don't want to ask. I always mean what I say. If you dare to come, you still have two chances..." Mo asked, with his hands on his back, he gave Lei Fuyong a smile and sneered, "after two moves, you won't have a chance. If I do it, there won't be anything for you!"

Arrogance, too arrogant.

"Boy, do you know who you're talking to?"

"In my eyes, the people in Huamen are all animals... They are all mole ants. For animals and mole ants, they are all dying people!"

"Boom!" Lei Fuyong's mind as if someone had lost a Zha bomb, angry, completely angered by Mo Wen's words.

"Is the boy tired of living? How can you say that to our Huamen people? Doesn't he know that the owner of Huamen is standing with him? "

"Even if the sect leader is generous and doesn't kill him, I can't help going up and killing him!"

"Don't brag here. If you can kill him, go up! I will cheer for you

"I'd better cheer for the sect leader here!"

"Don't ask, give you the last chance to live. You're under my command of Lei Fuyong. I'll be a slave all my life. I can't kill you..." the angry Lei Fuyong split up and stared at the indifferent Mo Wen with a ferocious face. He cheered with no emotion.

"You don't deserve to be a slave to me... Are you qualified to say that to me Don't ask Wen Yan. He immediately stares at the old man.

"Stubborn!" Lei Fuyong's split body sees this, can't help but burst into a rage, eyes in the fierce mischief shot, with a wave, already appeared in his hand a terrible black big flag, grasp in the hand, suddenly toward Mo Wen.

All of a sudden, countless ferocious ghosts, crazy from the big black flag, rushed to Mo Wen's body, opened his gloomy illusory mouth, and tore Mo Wen's body.

Such a terrible scene, let many people are suddenly surprised, but also some timid people, scared dare not see down.

The older disciples of Huamen have seen Lei Fuyong, the leader of Huamen, use this terrible trick. The soul of those who are entangled by the dark shadow will be bitten. Life is not like death.

However, over the years, they have hardly seen Lei Fuyong use this move again. The moment when he saw the appearance of the shadow, the scene when he was bitten by the shadow, suddenly appeared in their minds, and bursts of heartbreaking pain came from the fragments in their memory.

It seems that the next moment, Mo Wen will become the target of being bitten by the shadow.

People who have seen this stunt all know that people who are entangled will lose most of their flesh and blood, and their whole body will become pitted and full of holes. This is no different from the fierce execution, cutting through thousands of cuts, not being able to survive, not being able to die.

Lei Fuyong has not used this move for more than ten years. Now it appears again, which makes the older Huamen disciples feel numb.

"One of the main members of the Huamen sect has become a spiritual skill?"

"Do you know now? Now kneel down and beg for mercy, worship under my door, and be a slave all your life. I promise you that your future achievements will be more than just that in front of you! "

"Ha ha!" Lei Fuyong's words made Mo Wen laugh. With a wave of his hand, the shadow was instantly controlled out of Mo Wen's range of one meter. No matter how hard Lei Fuyong tried, he could not make the shadow close to half a point.

"How could that be?" Lei Fuyong's separation suddenly became silly. His unique skill, which he tried hard, actually lost its effect in front of a young man?

"You have another chance. That's my third move for you!" Mo Wen still didn't move. He put one hand in his pants pocket, took out a cigarette with one hand, lit one, took a puff, and spewed smoke, as if Lei Fuyong's attack had nothing to do with him.

It's weird. What's the origin of this guy?

Is he a God?

Is he the devil?

No matter how hard Lei Fuyong tried to eat Nai, he couldn't hurt him.

"Ah... I don't believe that you, a young man in his twenties, can distort all the knowledge of the martial arts in the martial arts world?" Lei Fuyong's spirit completely collapsed. It was a kind of ridicule and an indelible shame for him that a sect leader was so teased by a young man.

"You've run out of three moves. It's my turn!" Mo Wen, with a cigarette in his mouth, spits a puff of smoke at Lei Fuyong's body. A strange scene appears.

Just now, the shadows, who were biting Mo Wen, suddenly turned around and started biting towards Lei Fuyong's body.

"Ah... Stop it! I'm Lei Fuyong... You've made a mistake. That guy is the enemy... "Through the divine connection with Mo Wen, under the control of Mo Wen's Lingshi power, these black shadows suddenly turned bloody red, and they could not help but raise a roar.

The roar is still echoing in the air, with a thick red fog around him, rushing towards Lei Fuyong.

At this moment, these shadows are completely crazy. Lei Fuyong's separation has never thought that Mo Wen can distort everything, control the niggers he has practiced for many years in his own hands, and send them to torture him. This is ridiculous and sad.

Under the torment of the shadow, Lei Fuyong is like a sharp blade, stabbing him in the heart, making him miserable.

Mo Wen is only a young man in his twenties, but in his eyes, many people in the world are ugly. They have no eternal relationship and only eternal interests. No one can guarantee that they will have loyal subordinates around them. Hundreds of years ago, would the ancestors of Yu family think of the changes of Yu family today?

Every family falls because of betrayal.

Liu Xin's affairs are full of fury. They stir in Mo Wen's heart. They are murderous, brewing in the body, and spreading in the body.

At this moment, Mo Wen is like the murderer from hell. With the momentum of his advance, the whole person is like a sharp blade out of the sheath.

The murderous spirit in Mo Wen's heart is already within 50 meters of rushing to the front of the group of people. It turns into a huge murderous opportunity. It sweeps the crowd in front of them.

"Boom!" The person with the shallowest strength can't help but fly out of the room, fall to the ground, and die of physical explosion.

Even the man who has reached the peak of Zunjing's strength, suddenly turns pale in this fierce atmosphere, and can't help stepping back three steps.

"Deceive my beloved, kill... Humiliate me, kill!" When Mo Wen stepped out, a painting halberd of Fang Tian suddenly appeared in his hand. He cut it hard. This halberd is the blood dragon halberd of the evil spirit. Its power drives the evil spirit and destroys the sky. It's as if it can turn the airflow of the whole mountain into a huge wave. It's amazing

Don't ask about the red fog evil spirit around your body. It's more condensed. It's already as if it's materialized. It's turned into a red cloak and floats behind it. It's frightening.

The tone of speaking, without any emotion, is cold to the bone, just like the life-threatening voice from Jiuyou, which suddenly resounds in everyone's ears.

Even Lei Fuyong, who is superior in cultivation, was shocked when he heard Mo Wen's words and saw such a terrible scene.

This son is not a mortal, he is a devil