Rarely, Feng Shen did not get angry, but looked at Ling'er with a little regret, and Ling'er continued to shake her head.
"Lord Fengshen, now is an era when people need to coexist. Please do not be prejudiced. Modun is a good child. He is very strong and talented, so he will definitely not insult your name as Fengshen!"
Ling'er has lost her parents since she was a child, but when she speaks, she feels like she is being taught.
Chu He couldn't help but feel a little stunned.
Feng Shen shook his head.
"This kid is too arrogant and will not give him anybody unless he can withstand me three moves!"
"What three tricks?"
Chu He subconsciously asked, just now, Feng Shen just used a little trick, which made Mo Duan fall into a situation of endless disaster. If there were three moves now, wouldn’t even the Daluo Jinxian couldn’t stand it?
"Don't say I bullied you, I've used two moves just now. Although I didn't use all my strength, it was the kid who avoided it. With the last move, as long as the kid can hold on, I will admit that he is qualified to inherit my inheritance."
Those two moves just now were just appetizers. Judging from Feng Shen’s appearance, he had stronger killer moves. Chu He naturally couldn’t let Mo Duan take on the challenge that would definitely die, so he hurriedly spoke to stop it.
"No, he is still a child and cannot withstand your powerful blow. Lord Feng Shen, please spare him!"
Chu He said polite words, but cursed in his heart. What kind of big shot is this? Isn’t this bullying? If someone else says something bad, should he die?
This tyrant is a tyrant who is worthy of his life!
"Master, I do!"
Mo Duan suddenly said, his eyes were filled with flames. It seemed that this violent temper was dismissed by Feng Shen repeatedly and was also angry. He had to fight with Feng Shen.
"The good boy has the courage. This ruthlessness looks very much like me. I like you a little too!"
Feng Shen said, but his hands were not idle. His tail was swung gently, and an endless wave of wind began to spread behind him.
There is a wind elf on the Blade of Wind. Unlike the Fire Elf, the wind elf is wearing a white windbreaker and has an extremely petite and cute figure.
"Boy, as long as you can take my move and pass it on to you, even the Wind Elf will give it to you, you dare to take it!"
"A person dies and his eggs are facing the sky, and he doesn't die for thousands of years. I'm still afraid that you won't succeed!"
In Mo Dun's dictionary, he didn't know how to write the word "dea"!
"Okay, I like it, I like it!"
"don't want!"
Ling'er shouted quickly, but Chu He shook his head. Because of this appointment, one person invited him and one person agreed that the appointment had been completed. There was a rule in this world that protected them, and that the battle was irreversible.
Mo Duan said harsh words, but he didn't dare to hesitate at all. He tried his best as soon as he started, knowing that he might not be able to hold on, but he was still struggling hard.
"You have to be ready, human race, no one can survive this trick yet. I hope you are an exception!"
"Come here!"
Modified shouted.
Feng Shen sneered likewise, his voice was low and serious, and his whole body circled around his tail three times, then suddenly stopped and shouted.
"The realm of the wind, suffocate!"
As the voice of the wind god fell, Chu He felt the air around him being quickly pulled away, and the strong wind kept sweeping over, directly forming a vacuum zone around him.
There is no sound, no light, and no oxygen.
Almost at the same time when the wind was formed, the body began to expand violently because the pressure in the body was unbalanced.
In the weightless space, after losing atmospheric pressure, Mo Bin could no longer breathe and would soon suffocate to death, but this was not the most difficult thing.
The most difficult thing was that the air in his body began to emerge out of uncontrollably due to the decrease in external pressure. Fortunately, it was sprayed out from his mouth and nose.
Unlucky, he was peeled off directly from his blood and cells, and the air was filled with Mo Dai's blood vessels. A severe pain made him feel heart-wrenching.
If the wind blade just now looked like Lingchi, the suffocation now would be torture to no cell level, Mo Dun was suffering from severe pain all over his body. As a golden immortal, he would never have dreamed that he would face such a terrible state because of a simple loss of pressure.
He was in pain, but he couldn't shout. It was like a quiet outer space, and even the light could not shine in.
It was pitch black in front of me, but even if the light could shine in, Mo Bian could no longer see it.
Due to the loss of pressure, one of his eyes had exploded, and the other was filled with blood. A large ball of air gathered in the middle of his eyes, constantly hitting the cornea, trying to escape from this body.
Pain, loss of feeling, unable to breathe, all of which are quickly depriving Mobi of his life.
Ling'er had never seen such a killer move, and she didn't know what was happening inside. She was just praying constantly. Don't worry.
Xuanniao and Ranran obviously had seen Feng Shen's killing move, and their faces were very ugly.
"It's over, Lord Feng Shen came up and used a killer move specifically to deal with the human race. Now Mo Dun is dead!"
"If a person loses air, he will suffocate and die at most three minutes, but in this environment, he may not be able to hold on for a minute."
"Yan Ling: The air pressure is restored!"
As a good young man in the new era, Chu He naturally knew how terrible the damage caused to the human body by the environment almost outer space was. He wanted to try to restore his air pressure. However, although his spirit of words was good, his strength was severely crushed in front of the Feng Shen.
Yan Ling did recover the air pressure around him, but the air pressure in the wind barrier still did not change at all.
The wind god came out of the barrier. He could see Mo Dai's embarrassment. He could not speak, so he used his mind to transmit the voice.
"Boy, this is the price of arrogance. He struggled in despair and died in pain. If you kneel down and beg me now, I can give you a pleasure. Human race, want to get my inheritance, and dream!"
"No one will kneel down on you!"
Mo Dun also shouted with his divine thoughts, all his pores were bleeding outside, and he looked extremely terrifying and terrifying.
The severe pain had already made him unable to stand, and his legs were weak, but he still did not kneel down, but supported his body with his hands and maintained a stubborn posture.
Because of lack of oxygen, the brain quickly became blank, his lips became purple, and all his skin was purple. Mo Meng is extremely eager for air now, even if it is just a small mouthful, just a small mouthful.