Chapter 2090

On the ground full of rain, a embarrassed figure appeared in everyone's sight. Everyone didn't seem to think that Xue Hong was defeated.

Xue Hong's accomplishments are as good as those of Yuan Hong, the God of war. Even if he wants to lose, he has to fight for 300 rounds. But Xue Hong is under Yuan Hong's command within a few moves.

The disheveled Xue Hong was full of blood.

"Master Xue lost?" A warrior could not help exclaiming.

Boom! There was an uproar.

"Xue Hong is the ancestor of xueshura. He has a great reputation in the martial arts world. He was defeated by Yuanhong in a few moves. It's incredible. Is Yuanhong's cultivation improved, or is Xue Hong vulnerable?" Some of the onlookers didn't believe it, but it was a true fact!

"Although Xue Hong is a man of spiritual cultivation, his opponent is one of the seven God of war after all. He can be excused for his defeat, and the God of war can not be humiliated."

"Old Xue, are you convinced?" Yuanhong, the God of war, stood in the rain with his hands in his eyes full of pride.

Mo Wen, standing in the distance, has a very appreciative look at the old guy. I don't know why. With Mo Wen's Xing style, Xue Hong is sure to die, but Yuan Hong doesn't mean to kill him, as if he wants to let him go.

The God of war, Yuan Hongdu, is more than 100 years old, more than 20 years older than Xue Hong!

The so-called accomplishments are accumulated by age. Yuanhong, the God of war, has practiced for decades more than Xue Hong. It is reasonable to lose this battle.

The seven gods of war are not boasted. Few people can create new myths in front of Yuanhong, the God of war.

"Ha ha, no wonder you are so arrogant. Yuan Hong, one of the seven God of war, is willing to be his slave. From now on, all masters are scum!" A crowd of onlookers danced excitedly.

"Don't ask about the arrogant capital!"

"Even if he has arrogant capital, he has killed thousands of masters from more than ten sects and is in debt. This is too much!" Everyone is boiling, some are angry and happy.

The huge assets of Longteng group have been lost by several families and more than a dozen sects. No one remembers this. Don't ask about killing people, but people talk about it.

Cool! Liu GuoXuan couldn't help smiling excitedly.

It's raining harder and harder.

In the rain, Yuan Hong, the God of war, stood with his hands down and looked down at Xue Hong in the rain like a God: "old boy, I don't mean to be an enemy to you xueshura. Today, I only come for my master and don't want to do more killing. If you leave immediately, we are still friends."

"Hum!" Although Xue Hong was greatly hurt by Mo Wen and Yuan Hong, the inside information is still there, and his cultivation power is still very powerful.

For people like Xue Hong, Yuan Hong is not afraid, but he doesn't want to cause trouble. This is also to avoid a lot of trouble.

Among the more than ten sects, there are many people with such high accomplishments as Xue Hong. If all the sects join hands, I'm afraid Mo Wen will face a crisis.

However, after hearing this, Xue Hong disdained and spat on Yuanhong, the God of War: "old man, if I don't die today, you can't let me stop. Who is responsible for the death of thousands of my disciples? In any case, this blood debt must be calculated clearly! "

"In that case, you have to die!" The God of war Yuan Hong's face changed. Since Xue Hong can't let go of his hatred, he can only solve the problem by killing. His cultivation power fluctuated and reached an extreme in an instant. The opportunity of killing appeared in his eyes.

However, at this moment, a indifferent voice suddenly came from the door of the hospital in the distance: "if you don't stop, I don't mind killing your whole sect of blood Shura. I can wash the flower sect with blood, and I don't care about one more blood Shura."

Boom! The voice falls like a thunderbolt, containing endless power.

Following the reputation, people's eyes converge into flowing water and focus on Mo Wen.

"Boy, you want to die!" Boom! Xue Hong seemed to have beaten a chicken's blood. When he touched the ground on his toes, he turned the whole person into a shadow. With a punch of life-long strength, he cut directly at Mo Wen.

Xue Hong swore that he would kill him! All the hatred, anger and intention of killing came together.

"Master!" Yuan Honggang, the God of war, reacts that he wants to save him, but it's too late. Xue Hong's speed is too fast. Xue Hong, who is on a par with yuan Hongxiu, has reached the limit.

"Mosquito!"

"Mr. Mo!" Yang Zheng and Liu GuoXuan's face changed dramatically at the same time.

This old guy is so fast! It's so fast! Xue Hong rushes like thunder. Before everyone wakes up, he has arrived outside the gate of the people's hospital.

However! WOW! A torrential wind, out of thin air, seems to contain endless opportunities to kill.

The wind is very strange, the wind drives the rain, but also along a black fog, let Xue Hong body meal, unexpectedly unable to move forward.

It was as if there was an invisible force in the dark to stop Xue Hong from moving forward. Xue Hong had just learned the terrible power of black fog, so it was too late for him to be entangled in it again.

A voice of indifference suddenly rose with the black fog and rang through the audience in an instant: "those who are enemies with me will die!"

The voice fell, and Mo Wen stood up with his hands down, like a fairy. Suddenly, he floated up. In the dark night, under the rainstorm, his red wings were extremely dazzling. Under the agitation, the rain was suddenly gathered together, and turned into a terrible weapon to attack Xue Hong.

Boom! The black fog turned into a terrible net in the void, like a fist, clenching Xue Hong's body.

"No, this boy has surpassed the master, and is more powerful than Yuanhong, the God of war!" Xue Hong's color changed abruptly, her whole body was full of genuine Qi, her clothes were sharp and loud, and she turned into a layer of white awn.

He never thought that Mo Wen's cultivation was more powerful than yuan Hong's attack power.

"My God, Mr. Mo, is this... Is it a God? How can he fly? " Yang Zheng saw this and exclaimed.

"Leader, this... This is incredible, mosquito he... He is too powerful, I used to underestimate him, and I always worried that he was not the opponent of those experts!"

"Yes, yuanhongdu, the God of war, is willing to be his slave. It seems that there are too many secrets we don't know about this boy!"

"You see, he seems to have a pair of very terrible wings..."

"Maybe that's what he didn't want to mention to us. Mr. Liu, the master can't be insulted... It seems that we've all chosen the right one. If you and I stand against him, the consequences will be unimaginable! I'm afraid none of us can live today. "

"Well!" Liu GuoXuan nodded and looked at the sky with a dignified face. Mo Wen's figure in the rainstorm suddenly became very powerful.