Zhou Meng completely exploded. He had never felt so eager to kill someone before.
"Mo Zi'ang, die!"
Roar, the roar is so loud that it seems to break through the sky and reach for nine nights. Who in the world dares to stop it?!
The thin body seemed to contain monstrous power. The rolling force hit like a torrent, and the entire earth seemed to be shaking under Zhou Meng's running.
Mo Ziang's face was gloomy, like the weather before a heavy rain. Phew, his figure flashed, and more than 160 bones in his body all exploded. In an instant, the power of more than 5,600 elephants suddenly exploded.
"Mo Zi'ang, die!"
"Zhou Meng, die!"
The two roared, punched, and came with a bang!
The power of a thousand elephants, against the power of five thousand six hundred elephants!
The huge disparity, the difference between cloud and mud, and the result of one punch can be imagined. But at the moment when the two fists collided, Zhou Meng's punch suddenly erupted into golden light.
"What, this is impossible!" Mo Ziang's eyes were horrified. At this moment, Zhou Meng's strength was like a flood, slamming into the dam. In an instant, the power of nearly seven thousand elephants was blasted out.
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Boom, the two fists collided, and there was a faint sound like pebbles falling into water, but it seemed to disturb an originally calm water surface, causing endless ripples.
"No! This is impossible, you are hiding your strength! Zhou Meng, you damn guy, no!" Mo Ziang roared angrily. As soon as the two of them punched each other, he felt a fierce force tearing him apart.
Holding his own body, it seemed that he was about to tear his body into pieces in an instant.
"Poof." Mo Ziang's body was like a kite with its string broken, as if it was hit hard by a fast-moving locomotive. The figure fell and flew away, a mouthful of blood sprayed out, turning into a blood mist in the air.
Zhou Meng's body also retreated continuously. With the strength of more than 5,600 elephants, he could only win a battle by using the Seven Broken Fists. However, this was not his true strength after all, and his body could not withstand such a big impact.
, and retreated continuously.
With a crunch, Zhou Meng, who retreated rapidly, tapped his toes repeatedly. The loess on the ground was pulled out into a ravine twenty centimeters deep, and a puff of dust and smoke emerged.
"I'll take advantage of your illness to kill you!" Zhou Meng raised his head with a frightening light in his eyes.
Phew, the figure burst out and attacked Mo Ziang, who had not yet landed. His arm was raised like a bow under the full moon, and the golden light overflowed from his fist, which seemed to be filled with power from ancient times.
"Mo Zi'ang, die!"
Boom, the punch came out, and there was another seven-breaking punch, which completely drained all the power from his body. After two punches, he was no longer able to fight, but Zhou Meng knew that once this punch hit Mo
Zi Ang, he will definitely die, there is no other possibility!
Mo Ziang, who was flying upside down in mid-air, saw the menacing punch, and his eyes were filled with panic and fear. He felt that death did not seem so far away and would come the next moment.
"No, Zhou Meng, you can't kill me!" Mo Ziang roared in horror, trying to twist his falling body, but unfortunately he still couldn't avoid Zhou Meng's killing punch.
Bang, the sound was like thunder, Mo Ziang's body was smashed directly into the ground, and a huge human-shaped pit was created. His whole body was like a cooked prawn, bending down in the pit, seemingly lifeless and motionless.
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Zhou Meng's face was pale and he was panting violently. Looking at Mo Ziang in front of him, he could no longer detect any movement of his breath. He spent all his strength to kill him in an instant and eliminated the hatred in his heart.
"Framing me, Mo Zi'ang, I didn't tear you into pieces and swallow you with the Great Desolation Technique. I already have a good hand on you. After all, we are the same sect." Zhou Meng's voice was cold, and the murderous intent in his eyes gradually faded away.
dissipate.
Turning around and looking at Murong Yanran riding on the running cloud beast, Zhou Meng couldn't help but smile and waved to her. Murong Yanran also smiled happily, but suddenly, her face became stiff and her eyes were filled with fear and disbelief.
"Zhou Meng, you are happy too early!"
Suddenly, a sharp sound rang out, which was extremely eerie. Zhou Meng opened his eyes wide. How could it be possible that he was not dead after receiving two Seven-Breaking Fists from himself? What kind of strength does this Mo Ziang have!
Bang, the next moment, Zhou Meng only felt that his back was extremely hot, and a huge force directly filled his whole body. Three bones in his back were broken directly, and heartbreaking pain directly filled his whole body.
Boom, another punch, Zhou Meng's right leg bone was directly broken, and Mo Ziang behind him was covered in blood, like a Shura crawling out of hell, with a ferocious look on his face.
"Zhou Meng, I didn't expect you to have such terrifying explosive power. It's a pity that I, Mo Ziang, have practiced the Xuanwu magical power. The strongest thing is defense. You used two punches, but now your breath is weak. There is no possibility of fighting back.
There is only one ending for you next, which is death!"
Mo Ziang smiled solemnly, lifted up Zhou Meng's hair, threw it into the air, and fell to the ground, throwing up a cloud of dust.
"Haha, Zhou Meng, if I kill you, I will know all the secrets of your body, and you actually possess Senior Brother Yuntong's Turtle Breath Technique. My guess was correct. You actually opened sixty-six bones, but
But I can only detect twenty pieces, this is Senior Brother Yuntong's unique Turtle Breath Technique, these will all belong to me, Mo Ziang!"
Mo Zi screamed loudly. At this moment, Zhou Meng's life and death were in his hands. If he exerted just a little force, Zhou Meng would die.
In the distance, Murong Yanran's eyes were red, and her tears couldn't stop flowing down: "No, it's impossible, Zhou Meng, you can't die, no!"
Like a cuckoo crying for blood, Murong Yanran slapped the running cloud beast on her crotch, and in an instant she came to Zhou Meng's side, jumped off the running cloud beast, directly picked up Zhou Meng, who was breathing weakly, and began to cry bitterly.
"Um, I'm fine. Don't cry. It won't look good if you cry all over your face." Zhou Meng no longer had any strength in his body. He raised his hand with difficulty, smiled slightly, and a trace of blood oozed from his mouth, which made Murong Yanran
Crying more and more.
"Tsk tsk, Zhou Meng, don't show any affection here. Don't worry, after you die, I will definitely taste this little girl's skin, haha!" Mo Ziang stepped forward step by step with a ferocious smile.
Spread around the face.
Murong Yanran stood up directly, stretched out her arms and stood in front of Zhou Meng: "No, if you want to kill Zhou Meng, kill me first!"
"Hey, it's so tragic. Get out of my way, otherwise don't blame me for destroying flowers with my cruel hands. Tsk tsk, look at your little appearance, I really can't bear to kill you. Don't worry, I will make you want to die later!"
"Mo Ziang smiled slightly and continued to move forward. He walked very slowly and was very pretentious.
As for Zhou Meng, who was lying on the ground, his body was filled with golden light, wildly devouring the power that entered his body, and the torrents of energy were replenishing himself. However, these were far from being able to give Zhou Meng a terrifying combat power in a short period of time.
Suddenly, something flashed in Zhou Meng's mind, and his body, which already had some strength, struggled to get up.
Ding, holding the Wailing Knife in his hand, a sharp sword intent suddenly erupted.
"Mo Zi'ang, let me see if you can block my last blow!" Zhou Meng raised the corners of his mouth slightly and directly stopped Murong Yanran aside with his left hand.
The next moment, the knife moved.
"The world-destroying demon sword travels ninety thousand miles!"
Phew, the sword light flashed, spanning several miles, and seemed to sweep across the entire earth. The terrifying and boundless sword light, like a rapidly rotating tornado, had already appeared next to Mo Ziang in the next moment.
"No!"
Mo Ziang subconsciously protected his face. After a breath, the sky full of sword light passed in front of him, leaving only endless pieces of flesh and blood stains.
Travel ninety thousand miles, kill Mo Ziang with one sword, leaving no body behind!