Chapter 2089

As the voice fell, the man directly played the sound of breaking the air, turned the rain into a fist, and cut Xue Hong with a roar.

Boom! Without giving Xue Hong any time to escape, the rain all over the sky collided with Xue Hong's fist, which burst like fireworks. The rain fell in all directions, wetting Xue Hong's dry clothes.

Then, the towering figure of the man in the rain appeared at the door of the people's hospital.

Xue Hong was surprised by the appearance of this man, because this man is a true legend level master of the God of war. He is one of the seven God of war - Yuanhong.

For the sudden arrival of Yuanhong, Mo Wen is surprised, and even more curious about Yuanhong's move. This man has always been unable to tell whether he is an enemy or a friend. Is this a move made by him to show his friendship with Mo Wen?

"Yuanhong, the God of war?" Xue Hong's pupils shrank, and he could not help exclaiming.

"Not bad, you are not so arrogant that I don't even know you! There is still help... "Yuan Hong was floating in the rain and seemed very comfortable. With a wave of his hand, Mo Wen's black fog was dispelled by his power.

Don't ask to see this, in the heart suddenly surprised, Xue Hong's cultivation is not lower than him, why Xue Hong to black fog evil spirit has no way, but Yuanhong so easy to disperse?

"Master Yuanhong, why do you want to help that? Do you know that his hands are covered with the blood of countless disciples of my blood Shura sect. I will figure out the blood debt with him anyway? " Feeling the mighty momentum of Yuanhong, Xue Hong is on guard. His arms have been gnawed in a mess. At this time, he has lost one third of his fighting power. Don't ask if one person is enough for him. Now there is another god of war, Yuanhong. In this way, Xue Hong's end will be miserable.

"Because he is my new master... Since you know that I am one of the seven war gods, you must know that the seven war gods belong to the ghost gate. Don't ask him if he is the new master of the ghost gate. How can I let you act recklessly when you fight against my master today? Of course, I'm saving your life. If I come a few minutes later, I'm afraid your body will be completely eaten by the master's purple Ling Wanling sword... In this way, there will be no blood Shura in the world any more! " Yuan Hong, the God of war, stood with his hands in his hands. His voice was full of terrible cultivation power. Even Xue Hong was shocked by it.

"Don't ask if you have inherited the new master of Guimen? My God... All the disciples of the ghost sect in the legend can control people's souls... Don't ask if he is the new leader of the ghost sect, then he can... "

"The ghost gate has disappeared for a long time. I heard that more than 100 years ago, the ancestors of dozens of Chinese martial arts sects besieged the ghost Gate Temple without taking any advantage of it."

"It's so wonderful today that we can see two great masters fighting each other!" The onlookers were boiling and talking about everything. Some were watching and others were shocked by Yuan Hong's words

"I'm afraid it's not good." In the crowd under the heavy rain, some of the disciples of blood Shura were not looking good.

In order to deal with Mo Wen, xueshura sect cost a lot. Not only xueshura lost heavily, but other sects were not much better. No one expected that when Xue Hong was ready to show great power, Yuanhong came! These two people, certainly is a fierce battle!

"Don't worry. Since the grandfather didn't admit defeat, it shows that all the general trends are under his control." A disciple of blood Shura sneered.

"I hope so. If you're afraid, don't ask about joining forces with Yuanhong. The grandfather may not be their opponent." Another disciple nodded and continued to observe the development.

Xue Hong, the helmsman of blood Shura, is also the founder of magic!

Yuanhong comes from the ghost gate. According to legend, the seven war gods have been separated from the ghost gate for hundreds of years. How can Yuanhong recognize a young man in his twenties today? It's shocking that a legendary figure of war god is willing to be mo Wen's subordinate.

Both of them are great masters of the divine cultivation, and their strength has reached a virtual strength.

"Master Yuanhong, are you sure you want to protect me?" Xue Hong's face was very blue and he spoke with his teeth.

"It's natural for me to come here. The first thing is to save your life. The second thing is that I don't want any more people from all the major sects in China to be killed... A river of blood is not good for anyone. The master is young and vigorous. It's reasonable to kill the enemy. If your disciples don't fight against my master, it won't be today. Why do you think about all this?" Yuan Hong, the God of war, said lightly.

With that, Yuan Hong floated to Mo Wen's face, knelt down on one leg and said respectfully, "master, I'm late. Let me deal with this matter. You'll see for me that Xue Hong's life is spared."

"Well." Mo Wen hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to compromise. He nodded to Yuanhong and said faintly, "although you have broken through the realm of divine cultivation, your strength is still a little poor. This man has amazing defense and has practiced magic. You must not underestimate the enemy."

"Yes." Yuanhong, the God of war, nodded in a humble voice.

"My God, this... This God of war Yuanhong is mo Wen's man?" Yang Zheng was shocked. Although Yang Zheng had already looked up at Mo Wen, now he realized that he had underestimated Mo Wen. Yuanhong, the God of war, has always been a legendary figure in the martial arts and cultivation circles of China. Even people like him are willing to give Mo Wen etiquette? How can you not be surprised to call yourself an old slave?

In this scene, all the onlookers fell into a dull state. Among the crowd, the disciples of the major sects hidden in the crowd were the most shocking. None of them thought that Yuanhong, the God of war, was willing to be his servant.

"Today, Mo Wen went to see Yuanhong, the God of war. He has been silent since he came back. It turns out that he has accepted this terrible master." Liu GuoXuan's body kept shaking. As an ordinary person, he saw for the first time that someone could step on the rain and air and float in the air.

Yuan Hongdu, the God of LianZhan, is willing to be a slave. How can he be scared?

In particular, the moment when Xue Hong was surrounded by the black fog just now, and the horrible picture of eating, everyone who was surrounded by Xue Hong still remembers it.

"Master Yuanhong, don't ask that boy to kill our disciples. I'll ask you again. Do you really want to intervene?" Xue Hong said coldly with an angry face.

If it wasn't for Yuan Hong's martial arts and Xue Hong's hot temper, he would have done it long ago. However, even if he was at his peak, he might not be able to win Yuan Hong. What's more, he has suffered a big loss now surrounded by the black fog. How can he win now?

"The power of the master... Can't be insulted!" Yuan Hong, the God of war, said haughtily.

Boom! Voice down, the whole scene boiling.

"So you're trying to fight me?" Xue Hong's eyes were sharp and he yelled.

"If you play well and insist on fighting, then I can only help you!" Yuanhong, the God of war, continued.

"Go far. This is a hospital. Hundreds of patients who came to Fuzhou for medical treatment have just been placed. They are all ordinary people. Don't make trouble here. Go." Mo Wen suddenly pointed to Yuanhong and pointed to the riverside park directly opposite the people's hospital.

"Yes." Yuan Hong, the God of war, nodded, turned to look at Xue Hong and said, "come on, let me see if you, the ancestor of the blood Shura, are really so powerful."

"Well done!" Xue Hongmu, with his ferocious eyes, went out all the way.

The two great masters, standing still in the rain, did not drop a drop of rain on them.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier. Outside the riverside park across the main road, there are many people watching the battle. It seems that these people are not afraid of how much rain it is, and they are not afraid of being hurt by the fluctuation of cultivation power in the fight of experts.

They hold their breath and wait for the wonderful duel between the two masters without blinking.

"Yuanhong, the God of war, vs Xue Hong, the ancestor of xueshura... Ha ha, I'm afraid this battle will stir up the whole Chinese martial arts world." There is a middle-aged man holding an umbrella in his hand, looking at the scene in front of him, he said with emotion.

"The master's status is noble. It's hard to see one of them on weekdays, but it's hard to see two such masters fighting today..." an old man sighed.

At this time, Yang Zheng and Liu GuoXuan have come out of the hospital, standing beside Mo Wen.

"Mr. Mo, this... This won't happen?" As the number one figure in Fuhai, Yang Zheng is naturally afraid of making mistakes. He is not easy to explain. It's normal for him to be so worried.

"Yes, mosquitoes, they... Will they kill the onlookers?" Liu GuoXuan was frightened and lived for decades. He had never seen such a scene.

"Don't worry, since Yuanhong is the God of war, he won't kill innocent people. Didn't you hear what he said just now? Don't want to see someone die because of this hatred... "Mo Wen's face is very calm, looking at the two old guys in the rain, but he doesn't have the worry of Yang Zheng and Liu GuoXuan.

If Yuan Hong wins, don't ask. He will become a legendary figure in the martial arts world of China.

I'm afraid that in this world, the person who can make Yuan Hong's master bow to his throne has not been born yet. However, Mo Wen has done it.

Everyone went out to watch the battle, but Mo Wen, Yang Zheng and Liu GuoXuan stood at the door of the hospital, quietly watching the fighting in the park along the river.

"Mr. Mo, that's the battle between the two masters. Don't you go out to see it?" Yang Zheng is a little curious.

"If you want to go, go and see it. I'm not interested in it. There are too many elements in their performances. There's nothing to watch." Don't ask mouth in Diao a don't know when to light of smoke, light to Yang Zheng said.

It's like the duel between the two has nothing to do with Mo Wen. The boy actually said that Yuan Hong and Xue Hong had too many elements in their performance.

According to Mo Wen, are these two old guys deliberately performing for everyone?

"Mr. Liu, shall we go together?" Yang Zheng and Liu GuoXuan are ordinary people. Naturally, they are very interested in fighting with such characters. Since they don't want to go, they are bound to go, so they pull Liu GuoXuan.

"No, I'm not going. I'm old enough to watch the battle in the rain. If I get sick, it's not good! You see, I'll chat with the mosquito. " Liu GuoXuan shook his head.

Although Liu GuoXuan doesn't know how high these two old things are, he knows that they are both terrible people. It's as easy to crush an ordinary person as it is to crush an ant.

Don't ask Wen Yan, smile, didn't say through Liu GuoXuan's mind.

Although Yang Zheng was in awe of Mo Wen, he couldn't bear to be curious. He stepped on the rain and ran out to watch the war.

At the gate of the hospital, except that the security guards stopped the patients from getting near, there were only Liu GuoXuan and Mo Wen.

"Don't you want to see who can win, old man?" Don't ask, the side head asks curiously.

"Ha ha, I want to live a few more years. It's such a heavy rain, and these two masters are all legends of martial arts. I'd better not join in the fun! Just have a chat with you. " Liu GuoXuan said with a smile.

Although said that, but Liu GuoXuan's eyes, or curious looking out.

Outside the door, the heavy rain is majestic. In the riverside park across the road, Liu GuoXuan can vaguely see two residual shadows beating and making a roaring sound from time to time.

In the rain, like two tornadoes! Whirring and whirling, it makes people panic and dazzles people.

Master duel, perhaps 90 years old may not have seen such a wonderful scene.

Boom! People just heard the roar, the naked eye can't keep up with the speed of the two masters.

"Yuanhong, the God of war, is a legendary man, and Xue Hong is also the founder of blood Shura. Who will win?" In the shadow of the fuzzy flash, Liu GuoXuan some curious to mumble.

Boom! With a huge roar, a shadow flew out backwards, fell to the ground with a splash.

The ground is full of rain. With such a heavy rainfall, the ground has already accumulated water to varying degrees. Some people fall on the ground like stones thrown into a vast ocean, splashing with water

"Who landed?" People with curiosity, looking to the ground.

When they saw the people in the water, everyone was shocked