After Mu Bai saw Mo Kende's gaze, he felt a chill in his heart for some reason.
"Boy, I made you so powerful yesterday, and today I want to take it back with interest." Mo Kende thought to himself, and the momentum that he had deliberately hidden suddenly exploded.
The air seemed to freeze for an instant. Mokende's long hair was flying in the wind, and his figure looked extremely tall at this moment.
"What a powerful momentum!" All those watching the game were too shocked to speak loudly.
"Since you are so persistent, I will let you taste the pain of hell. You have such a good relationship with that boy, I think he will be very sad." Mokende said with a sneer, and the figure disappeared in a trance.
In front of Augustine.
Augustine's blow missed, he was so shocked that he didn't react yet.
I saw a sharp sword light flash across his left arm in an instant, and with a pop, blood spattered, and I saw a long wound on Augustine's right arm. Even if he had petrified skin, he couldn't defend himself.
The Martial Saint's move was all-out assassination.
Augustine endured the severe pain and hurriedly swung his stick to the side, but Mokende's figure had long since disappeared.
"Puff-puff-"
The dull sound of a sharp weapon slicing through flesh kept coming from Augustine's body.
In just a few minutes, Augustine had at least a hundred wounds cut all over his body by Mokende with his big sword.
And Mokende's figure was as strange as a ghost. Augustine couldn't catch his figure at all, and could only defend passively, just like a fish on Mokende's chopping board, letting him slaughter it.
Mokende was very measured in his attacks. Every time he attacked, he only cut Augustine's flesh, but did not damage his bones, leaving him with the strength to fight but causing less pain in the wound.
"Puff-puff-"
There were more and more wounds on Augustine's body, his body was soaked with blood, and the flesh on the wounds rolled outwards, looking extremely horrifying.
With each additional wound on his body, the sting of the sword cutting through the flesh was even more painful, causing the muscles on Augustine's face to twitch, almost twisting into a ball.
"Haha, don't worry, I won't kill you so quickly. I will cut your flesh with one sword and let you bleed out in pain and die." Mokende's cold laughter came from