The Qingfeng Sword in Wang Linhong's hand suddenly glowed greatly under the injection of this powerful elemental force. From a distance, it looked like a burning flame, and a terrifying aura spread out towards the four strikes. [ ]

"What a terrifying aura. Is this the rumored peerless swordsmanship "Zhu Xian"?" Qin Mo looked at Wang Linhong, who was constantly vomiting blood, with burning eyes. The aura in his body was churning. Yes, this is the real battle, come on.

Well, let me see how powerful the strongest swordsmanship "Zhu Xian" is!

At this moment, Qin Mo faced the "Zhu Xian" sword with a terrifying aura. Not only did he not feel the slightest fear, but his blood boiled with excitement!

"Zhu Xian"

When the aura of Wang Linhong, who had been preparing for a long time, reached its peak, he swung his sword and struck Qin Mo down. In an instant, it seemed that the entire space had become stagnant, and a giant sword of about ten meters long that was mixed with green and black fiery red swords.

If you are slow, hurry up and attack Qin Mo.

"What is this? It's as if the space around him has been stagnant and condensed by this sword. Under the restraint of the giant sword's energy, even the movement of the body has become extremely difficult." Qin Mo looked at him in surprise.

The giant sword's light blade was getting closer and closer, and one could already feel its extremely hot breath.

"Ah, break it for me, break it"

Qin Mo's pale red Yuan Power came out of his body, and the Yuan Power in his Dantian rushed towards Qin Mo's arms at the maximum capacity that his meridians could bear.

Under the injection of that powerful elemental force, the muscles on the slender arms bulged layer by layer, and the green tendons wound around the arms like steel bars, and a huge force of 120,000 kilograms was launched. Suddenly, it seemed as if it had solidified.

The space was suddenly shattered, and the shadow of a gun hitting the space was like breaking through an ice-covered lake, slashing towards the flaming giant sword against the shattered space.

"boom"

The two people colliding on the ring were immediately shrouded in blazing light. Under the extreme light, they exploded instantly. A large amount of gravel flew out in all directions. Suddenly, the audience who were closer to the ring were hit by the large amount of light.

His head was badly bruised by the gravel, and his clothes were cut into strips by the rapidly flying stones. He was in such a mess!

"Quickly retreat, quickly retreat..." There was a lot of noise below the ring, and several spectators who retreated slower were blasted backwards by the radiating energy waves full of hot air waves, and fell to the ground.

Already fainted! Motionless! I don’t know whether I’m alive or dead!

"Brother Mo..."

Qin Xiaohu and the others, who had retreated to Qin Ming and others, looked at the arena filled with billowing air waves, their eyes full of worry and fear! However, there was no trace of anyone on the white arena!

After a while, the airflow in the arena slowly dissipated, and the scene in the arena slowly appeared in everyone's eyes. The arena that was originally two meters high and hundreds of square meters disappeared. A nearly 100 meters square and two meters deep.

The big pit appeared in everyone's eyes, and in the center of the big pit stood an embarrassed figure.

The originally intact clothes became tattered. Except for the two rags still hanging on the shoulders, the rest of the top had completely disappeared, revealing the strong bronze skin. The pants underneath were also in the shape of strips. They were not covered with clothes.

It is so appropriate to describe Qin Mo at this moment.

But at Qin Mo's feet, there was a white figure lying, motionless, not sure whether he was alive or dead. It was Wang Linhong who had fainted from excessive exertion.

"It's Brother Mo. Brother Mo is okay, he's still standing!" Qin Erwa's sharp eyes cheered when she saw the figure standing upright.

At this time, Qin Ming finally exhaled the suffocating breath in his chest, and the originally suppressed and arrogant breath suddenly dissipated.

"Hong'er!" Suddenly, a heart-rending exclamation sounded from the ring, and a gray figure jumped into the air and landed next to Wang Linhong who was lying on the ground.

Looking at his precious grandson who was breathing weakly and constantly vomiting blood, Wang Zhentian hurriedly took out a pill with a halo on its surface from his arms and stuffed it into Wang Linhong's mouth.

"Boy, you're looking for death!" Wang Zhentian stood up and looked at Qin Mo with eyes full of anger and resentment. He flashed and silently slapped Qin Mo aside with his dark yellow palms.

Qin Mo, who was regulating the chaotic aura in his body, could not have imagined that the gray-robed old man who had just jumped into the pit would be so shameless and unexpectedly attack an injured junior of his? How shameless!

"Humph!" Qin Mo snorted angrily, barely gathering a trace of his energy in his chest, and withstood Wang Zhentian's full force palm!

"boom!"

With a muffled sound, Qin Mo instantly controlled the continuous movement of his chest muscles when Wang Zhentian's palms filled with Yuan Power fell on him, offsetting most of the attack power. After passing through the defense of Yuan Power in his body, he could truly pass the attack.

The force entering the body has become very small.

However, even with a palm that was weakened to 90% of its strength, Qin Mo still "kicked, kicked, kicked" a few steps back before barely regaining his balance.

If it weren't for the chaotic aura in his body, Wang Zhentian's palm wouldn't have been able to move Qin Mo's body even one step.

Wang Zhentian's eyes were filled with horror when he saw Qin Mo, who just took a few steps back and spat out a mouthful of blood as if nothing had happened.

"Impossible, I am a high-level general, and my full blow did not kill this already injured junior general with one palm? This is impossible, how can a person's body defense be so strong!" In fact, Wang Zhentian said at the beginning

He was indeed concerned about Wang Linhong's life and safety, but when he handed the pill into Wang Linhong's mouth, Wang Zhentian suddenly had the idea of ​​killing this young man with unlimited potential in one fell swoop.

How could Wang Zhentian, an old fox, calmly allow a talented young man who could threaten the safety of his family to survive in Yanglin Town? Moreover, with his cultivation as a high-level military commander, he was completely confident in killing Qin Mo in one fell swoop.

First place? If the young man in front of him dies, what if the Qin family wins the first place? Without the support of a strong person, even if ten mineral veins are given to him, the Qin family will not be able to hold on.

However, Wang Zhentian didn't expect that Qin Mo, who had been slapped by him, would actually stand there as if nothing was wrong! This was really shocking.

However, a shadow of a gun interrupted Wang Zhentian's thoughts. Looking at the growing Han Tiejian, Wang Zhentian suddenly felt that the fur all over his body stood up. Such a sharp shooting technique, no wonder Hong'er also lost to this kid's gun.

That shot was so fast that Wang Zhentian only had time to raise his hands across his chest before the shadow of the gun actually landed on him.

Qin Mo was really angry. He had no idea that this seemingly kind and kind old man could be so ruthless and despicable to the point of sneak attack on his injured junior.

"Breaking Wind Style" Qin Mo could not mobilize the energy in his body at this moment, but the strength of his body alone was close to one hundred thousand kilograms. In anger, Qin Mo did not hold back at all, and swung the cold iron gun with all his strength to hit the trapped

Wang Zhentian was surprised.

"Click"

Two crisp bones were broken, and Wang Zhentian, who was spurting out blood, was knocked out of the pit by Qin Mo's gun. Ironically, the direction of the fall was not elsewhere, but the seat where Wang Zhentian had just been sitting.

"Click"

Several crisp breaking sounds were heard again on Wang Zhentian's body, but this time only the chair underneath his body was broken.

"Pu Chi" Wang Zhentian spit out a mouthful of blood again, feeling the pain in his arms that penetrated his bones, and his eyes were filled with horror.

Qin Mo's blow just now was definitely more powerful than a hundred thousand kilograms. If he hadn't been wearing a piece of precious gold silk armor in his body, it would have been so easy to keep losing his arms. Could his life have been saved?

a question.

"Impossible, he is just a junior general. How can his strength be so abnormal? Moreover, he clearly did not mobilize the energy in his body just now. Could it be that he has nearly 100,000 kilograms of pure strength?" This is completely true.

It subverted Wang Zhentian's understanding. Because, for a normal cultivator, the limit of physical strength improvement is about 20,000 kilograms.

When a cultivator's physical strength increases to 20,000 kilograms, it reaches its limit. No matter how hard he practices, it is impossible to increase it. Unless he reaches the realm of the Martial Saint, he can directly communicate with heaven and earth and continuously refine his body. Only in this way can he

The body breaks its limits and slowly improves! Life span is also extended!

"Wang Zhentian, you despicable and shameless old man, you are so shameless and sneak attack on a junior?" At this moment, Qin Ming and others came to their senses and couldn't help but cursed angrily.

From Wang Zhentian leaping into the pit to sneak attack on Qin Mo and then being shot away by Qin Mo, everything happened too fast. It wasn't until Wang Zhentian arrived in the audience that Qin Ming and others came to their senses!

Hearing that Qin Ming, who was not even qualified to speak in front of him before, now dared to scold him so rudely in public, and then looked at the contemptuous eyes of everyone, Wang Zhentian became furious and spat out a mouthful of blood again.

He threw his head back and fainted.

"The Patriarch" The Wang family's children standing aside saw the old patriarch vomiting blood and then fell to the ground. They couldn't help but exclaimed and jumped on the stands to surround Wang Zhentian.

On the other side, Wang Lincheng and others ran to Wang Linhong, who was still lying in the pit, and raised their swords to point at Qin Mo. They had the intention of fighting if they disagreed!

Qin Ming and others just arrived at Qin Mo's side at this time and were on guard.

Qin Mo looked at Wang Lincheng and others who were glaring indifferently, and suppressed the chaotic atmosphere in his body. He said coldly

"Why, you Wang family can't afford to lose so much?"

In Qin Mo's heart, he didn't take the Wang family seriously at all! It didn't matter if he was injured. If he really wanted to fight, he was fully capable of killing all the Wang family members!
Chapter completed!