Chapter 2091

Xue Hong's cultivation is not in vain. Even if he is surrounded by Mo Wen's black fog, the old man seems to have taken some panacea and practiced some special skills. The black fog can't get close to him. It's a bit invulnerable and invincible!

Among the many masters, Xue Hong is the only one who can resist the attack.

It seems that the cultivation of this old man is not low.

"The grandfather of blood Shura is really powerful. He can block Mo Wen's black fog... It seems that he is going to break through!" Even Yuanhong, the God of war, was shocked.

With the power of this moment, Xue hongmulu killed him: "don't ask me, I'll kill you! Blood debt, blood compensation... "

Boom! The voice falls, the unique skill that Xue Hong presses the bottom of the box finally moves.

Only in the dark fog, Xue Hong's body instantly released a dazzling red light, the whole person seems to be filled with a very terrible force, the skin began to show a tearing state.

"This... What kind of martial arts is this?" Yuanhong, the God of war, was shocked.

"Well?" Even Mo Wen was a little surprised. He heard that xuexiuluo was practicing a kind of magic, but he didn't know what kind of magic xuexiuluo was practicing. When he saw Xue Hong's terrible appearance, Mo Wen immediately increased his strength. Ziling fire was injected twice as much in an instant. However, under Xue Hong's resistance, he seemed to encounter a very strong resistance, It's stopped.

"Ah... Don't ask. Today I'll show you how powerful xueshura's unique skill is..."

"Click!" Xue Hong's voice just fell. In the dark fog, Xue Hong's skin didn't tear apart. A brand new face appeared in everyone's sight.

I saw a delicate young face, which took the place of Xue Hong's face after many vicissitudes just now. This face is radiant with moving young color. Anyone who sees such a face can't help but look at two more eyes. The snow-white and creamy skin is as delicate as a woman's, and the eyes release murderous brilliance, which is enough to make the person with the right eye to look at him, I felt a terrible chill.

Old or young?

"My God... What kind of martial arts does Xue Hong practice? How can... Suddenly become young? "

"Is this the legendary supreme cut-off age?"

"What is the supreme cut-off age?"

"The supreme cut-off age is to control the age at 20 years old through cultivation, and it will never grow old. However, this kind of magic has been lost for nearly a hundred years. Unexpectedly, the ancestor of blood Shura actually practiced this kind of magic?"

"It is said that the cultivation of the magic art of the supreme age cutting requires 9999 fresh purple River vehicles. This skill is extremely evil, and the cultivation of this skill is too sinful. All the selected Purple River vehicles must be taken out within seven full months. One Purple River vehicle can create two lives. Xue Hong is not a thing, and he is not ashamed to ask how to kill thousands of his disciples, As for such evil people as him, don't be more merciful thousands of times than him

"..." Yuanhong, the God of war, was silent. He was stunned by the scene Xue Honggang just showed.

He wasn't afraid, but he didn't think that Xue Hong could practice such evil skills.

"You have to die today..." Mo Wen's face is extremely evil. His whole body has been surrounded by a thick black fog. He is full of black fog, like a devil from hell. It's frightening.

However! Click! In full view of the public, Xue Hong let out a loud shout. Don't ask about the black fog around Xue Hong. He was shocked by the powerful force.

Don't ask to fly in the past at the moment, arms waving at the same time, thousands of lights flashing at the same time.

The snake scale dagger is thrown out by Mo Wen. Countless parts fall on Xue Hong with the speed that can be seen by the naked eye.

Click! No one expected that something happened. The snake scale dagger pierced Xue Hong's body continuously, just like the light and shadow in the void. It gently shattered Xue Hong's supreme age cutting skill and pierced Xue Hong's heart. Finally, with a bang, Xue Hong fell to the ground.

Boom! Kneeling on his knees, Xue Hong's eyes widened, his eyes full of reluctance: "I'm going to die? And... Died in the hands of... A young man in his twenties... "

Don't ask. He's only in his twenties. Can he kill the master of Shenxiu with a dagger?

Hiss! There was no one in the room who didn't feel afraid.

"That dagger pierced Xue Hong's heart, but there was not a drop of blood on it! And it's like a weapon with a soul, like piercing Xue Hong's heart... "An old man exclaimed.

They all came to have a look, and suddenly they were shocked. They used a dagger to kill a great master from more than ten meters away. It was so easy. Is this young man so terrible?

Under the heavy rain, Yuanhong, the God of war, came up to Mo Wen, plopped and knelt down in front of Mo Wen: "master, it's the old slave who despises the enemy so much. I'm so disappointed. The old slave didn't want to do more killing, but I never thought that he should die for practicing such evil martial arts..."

"Nothing. Although you are older than me, you are not as decisive as me. I can only judge what kind of people should be killed and what kind of people should not be killed. If they didn't kill themselves, how could they die under my hands?" Don't ask the voice of indifference like a God. It comes with the wind: "take good care of this old thing. He has many disciples. Xue Hong will come to seek revenge when he dies."

"Yes, master, I know what to do."

Dong! Yuan Hong kowtowed to the ground with tears in his eyes.

Originally, this old man, one of the seven great war gods, looked down upon Mo Wen's strength very much. Just after the first World War, he took Mo Wen in a different light. Xue Hong was in front of him and was killed in an instant. Those who killed the master should never be humiliated. Otherwise, Yuan Hong, the God of war, would not even know how he died. This is just the fulfillment of that sentence: there is still a mountain high, Never look down on anyone

The seven gods of war protect the seven spirit stones. Yuanhong traveled all the way from the mountains to Fuzhou. Of course, he didn't just watch the excitement. Yuanhong's real purpose was to see how many Jin and how many Liang the new master of the ghost gate had.

But the result shocked him. After confirming Mo Wen's strength, Yuanhong, the God of war, did not hesitate to die! Don't worry about it.

Although Yuanhong, the God of war, despised Mo Wen before, now he has won the affirmation of Mo Wen.

"This thing is given to the master. After fusion, it can help the master to enter the second level."

The voice of the God of war Yuan Hong falls, and a white light flies over. Mo Wen catches it quickly.

"Zi Ling Shi? Master, are you sure you want to take it out? " Mo Wen is shocked and flattered. This stone is too important for him. No God of war can hand it over so easily. However, Yuan Hong is willing to give it to Mo Wen. What's the matter? What medicine is sold in the gourd of this old thing?

For a moment, Mo Wen was confused by Yuan Hong's action.

Zi Lingshi is extremely precious. It can help Mo Wen to improve his accomplishments or to open up his life. Everyone wants such an important treasure. But Yuanhong, the God of war, is so generous. Mo Wen is very excited. He is a little frightened, and he is not sure whether Yuanhong, the God of war, really worships himself.

"In this world, only the master is worthy of this stone. Master, on the next road, there will be fierce battles. Don't underestimate the enemy. All the people in the world are in the master's hands. Remember what the old slave said to you. If you want to fight against the dark sect, you have to activate the remnant soul of the crape myrtle emperor, inherit the inheritance of crape myrtle, and then you can force boldly. Otherwise, the master doesn't gather all the eight spirit stones, It was torn to pieces by the dark sect. " The voice of Yuanhong, the God of war, came later.

Smell speech, don't ask, although there is still doubt the truth of the words, but don't dare to talk nonsense, quickly fragrant Yuan Hong sent the third stone.

As soon as you enter your body, Mo Wen feels the spirit power brought by this spirit stone. In an instant, you feel energetic and your cultivation is back to the peak level. It's amazing that this spirit stone has such effect before you integrate it.

When Yuanhong, the God of war, got up, the heavy rain came to an end, and a cluster of moonlight swept away the dark clouds and poured down.

In the moonlight, the faces of the audience were reflected in horror

Today, it can be said that they have seen Xue Hong's horror and Mo Wen's real strength. Xue Hong can't pass a single move in front of him. No wonder more than a dozen schools join hands and are not Mo Wen's opponents. Thousands of disciples were killed in Fuzhou.

Yang Zheng and Liu GuoXuan's face was full of excitement, and they immediately felt elated.

What God of war, what master level master, in front of Mo Wen, slag is not.

ha-ha! Cool! In Liu GuoXuan's heart, the evil spirit that he had held for a long time was finally swept away, and he could not help smiling.

"If mosquito wins, I'm afraid the Chinese sects will not pose a threat to him." Liu GuoXuan looks excited.

"That's not necessarily true. Mr. Mo killed Kunlun. Huaxia leaders all know that Kunlun is from the xianmeng, and it's also a very important person in the xianmeng. He was killed. Originally, the xianmeng people should have come, but they haven't appeared yet. It's not that they are cowardly, but that they are waiting for the waiting meeting. I've also heard that the xianmeng people are famous for their short guards, and such important disciples have been killed, They are bound to come for revenge

"Then... Do you have a solution?" Liu GuoXuan looks at Yang Zheng anxiously.

Mo Wen was originally an ordinary man in his twenties, but his life was designed and he took this unusual road of life.

"No one can help him in this matter, he can only rely on himself... I am also ashamed of YangZheng. I am in a high position, but I can't help him at all!"

As he spoke, Yang Zheng was looking at Mo Wen. His eyes were full of worry.

However, Mo Wen's face remained unchanged from beginning to end. He was still calm and handsome. He stood indifferently, as if what had just happened had nothing to do with him, and he didn't care about the imminent threat.

"Aren't you happy that we won, sir?" Yang Zheng went up and asked in a low voice.

Today, don't ask about the first World War. You are famous all over the world. Martial artists from all over the world come here one after another. You can definitely be famous all over the world and become a master in martial arts and cultivation.

But don't ask why it is so calm?

Yang Zheng is a little curious. He doesn't want to ask young people who are like fans. It's hard for people to see through.

"Win?" Mo Wen turned around, looked at Yang Zheng and said, "no, old Yang, I haven't won yet. This is just the beginning of the play. After the war, China is going to be in chaos..."