The Yan Luo Feng disciple just now punched Mo Wenshuang hard, but Mo Wenshuang's body didn't even move. On the other hand, the person who made the move screamed, and his whole wrist
All the bones were broken.
"Anyone who stands in my way will die!"
With a loud roar, Mo Wenshuang raised his kick and kicked the person who had just attacked him away. The force of this kick was unknown, and the man's body flew backwards, with blood in his mouth.
A bloody line was drawn in mid-air, and a bloody hole appeared where he was kicked after landing.
After being baptized by the 'Body Tempering Fruit' dozens of times, Mo Wenshuang's physical body has already reached an incredible level of strength. Now, even a body-refining monk in the life and death realm may be inferior to him.
At the mountain gate, the injured monk wailed, while the other uninjured disciple stood there with a look of fear on his face, daring not to stop Mo Wenshuang.
With gentle steps, Mo Wenshuang walked towards the mountain of Yan Luo Peak. He looked intently, with an evil look on his face. Facing such a huge peak, it was like a plaything in his eyes.
Just when we reached an open space halfway up the mountain, we saw several rays of light flashing from the top of Yama Luo Peak, and in a blink of an eye we were in front of it.
"Who is it? How dare you hurt my disciple of Yama Luo Peak."
The speaker was a middle-aged man, in his forties, with a full beard. He only wore a waistcoat, revealing his bronze skin. He looked very strong physically. He should also be a monk who practiced physical training. Under his
Behind him are more than thirty disciples of Yama Luo Feng, but their cultivation levels vary from good to bad, and there are even cultivators in the Whirlwind Realm.
"I am the one who killed the three monks from Yan Luo Peak in the Demonic Land of Heaven's Punishment. I have sent him to my door. Let's see if you have the ability to capture me."
Facing so many monks, Mo Wenshuang still showed no fear. He glanced at everyone with a solemn gaze and then spoke slowly.
"It turns out that you killed Junior Brother Zheng and the others."
The muscles on the face of the man who spoke before twitched a few times, but then he sneered again. Judging from Mo Wenshuang's appearance, his cultivation level was only at the late stage of the Divine Sea Realm, yet he actually came to his door by himself.
"My name is Zhang Li, and I am the top disciple of Yama Luo Peak. Since you are here on your own, don't blame me for being rude."
"Zhang Li? Hehe, I've never heard of it."
Looking at the monk named Zhang Li in front of him, Mo Wenshuang found that his cultivation level was only at the late stage of the Divine Sea Realm. Apart from a somewhat tyrannical body, he couldn't see anything else. From his current perspective, if compared to others,
Yes, maybe it's not possible yet, but I'm very confident about fighting in the physical body.
"It doesn't matter if you don't know, but you will know in a while."
As he spoke, Zhang Li moved his body and rushed towards Mo Wenshuang like a hungry tiger attacking a sheep. With a flick of his thick arm, a pure spiritual power surged out.
Phew! A punch was thrown out, with a biting sound of wind, and it went straight to Mo Wenshuang's chest.
"Well done!"
With a low cry, Mo Wenshuang did not use his magic weapon, but fought back with his fists. Compared with Zhang Li's, his fists were simply not on the same level, and were one size smaller.
"Kill him, senior brother!"
The disciples of Yama Luo Peak behind kept roaring. In their eyes, Zhang Li was powerful. At least among the same level, no one on Yama Luo Peak could compete with him physically.
Seeing Mo Wenshuang fight back with his fist, Zhang Li showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth. From his point of view, Mo Wenshuang was seeking death by doing this.
But the moment the two people's fists collided, everyone could clearly hear a click. The surrounding area suddenly became silent.
"Big brother, what a trick!"
Among the Yan Luofeng disciples at the back, no one knew who shouted such a sentence. Did they think Mo Wenshuang's arm was broken?
"Ah!~"
Before the shout could subside, Zhang Li jumped back holding his arms, his face turned livid, and large beads of sweat fell from his cheeks.
"Haha! Are you a monk who practices physical fitness? Doesn't it seem like your physical body isn't that good either?"
Mo Wenshuang let out a loud roar and gently stretched his fist, but it was not damaged at all. A mountain wind blew by, and the disciples on the Yama Luo Peak became silent. They looked at Mo Wenshuang with stunned eyes, as if they were looking at a monster.
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Even if Zhang Li's physical body was no match for Mo Wenshuang, it was impossible for his bones to be broken with just one move.
"Everyone come together! Kill him for me!"
Zhang Li gritted his teeth and it took him a long time before he roared.
"yes!"
More than thirty people agreed in unison and launched their flying swords one after another. The brilliance of various colors was like lightning, and they all struck at Mo Wenshuang.
His consciousness quickly locked onto these flying swords. Mo Wenshuang raised his eyebrows slightly. Among the more than thirty people, more than half were monks in the whirlwind realm. They had no way to use magic weapons. The remaining dozen people,
They are all at the early stages of the Divine Sea Realm, so they are not something to be afraid of.
"I said anyone who stands in my way will die!"
With a look on his face, Mo Wenshuang swayed, leaving an afterimage on the spot in the blink of an eye, and then he rushed into the disciples of Yan Luo Peak.
With the speed of the magic body and its powerful physical body, the three people in the front were directly knocked away with this rush. Then his fists spread out, a series of spiritual lights flashed, and several more people flew backwards.
Got out.
As long as he was hit by his fist, several bones in his body would be broken. For a while, the sound of crying for father and mother could be heard.
After a cup of tea, there was no one standing here except Mo Wenshuang. After glancing around, Mo Wenshuang ignored him and continued walking towards the top of Yama Luo Peak.
"Stop!"
Zhang Li was holding an injured arm, and his eyes were about to burst. As the top disciple of Yama Luo Peak, he was defeated in one move, which made him very angry.
Patting the storage bag on his waist with one hand, he immediately pulled out a huge black long sword. This sword was about half a foot long, with a wide blade, and it looked extremely heavy from the outside.
Turning the black giant sword, Zhang Li rushed towards Mo Wenshuang again like a trapped animal.
Feeling that the evil wind behind him was not good, Mo Wenshuang did not look back. He reached out and took it out from his storage bag. Immediately, a green water light flashed, and he turned around and slashed back.
Sonorous!
After the sound of gold and iron clashing, a ray of light flashed between the blue water and the black giant sword. Mo Wenshuang stood proudly with the water-living sword in hand, but Zhang Li's black giant sword was broken in the middle.
Zhang Li was stunned. Not only was Mo Wenshuang physically strong, but the long sword in his hand was also a magic weapon. After a confrontation, his long sword could not withstand the opponent's attack and broke.
"Since you want to seek death, don't blame me."
As he spoke, Mo Wenshuang's face turned cold. He waved his hand and slashed out with his sword. In the midst of a brilliant green sword light, Zhang Li's head flew high into the sky. Until the moment of his death, he was still dissatisfied. Why were they both in the same state of mind?
In the later stage of the sea realm, I couldn't even move past Mo Wenshuang.