Mordes slapped the ground with his palm, fearing that Fan Yi would come forward, and wanted to stand as straight as possible to defend against the young man.
However, it was still a step too late. The so-called killing you while you are sick was Fan Yi's first rule for killing hybrid beasts for a long time.
Fan Yi was like a mixed beast at this time, and he had arrived in front of Mordes in an instant, just when the old man was about to get up.
Fan Yi suddenly clasped his palms in a closed fist posture and hit Mordes on the head.
boom!
boom! boom!
One blow fell, and two more came quickly. The old man could only raise his arms to resist.
With such momentum, looking at Mordes' appearance, one can only use one word to describe it: miserable.
The sleeves on both arms had been hammered to pieces by Fan Yi, and the arms were severely red and swollen.
Mordes was completely angry. He couldn't understand why a fifth-level monk could easily resolve his golden elixir copying technique and be so physically powerful.
Fan Yi punched down for the fourth time, and a ball of black spiritual power suddenly exploded from Mordes' hands.
Fan Yi's body was immediately knocked away and he fell back. Looking at Mordes at this moment, his palms were covered with blood, and even the bones of two of his fingers were visible.
He was really going crazy. He detonated the energy light group created by copying the golden elixir technique on his palm.
Although this can get rid of oppression, it is also the end of the road.
Mordes lowered his arms in front of him, but with a bloodthirsty smile on his face, he said:
"Okay, okay, I've lived for such a long time, I haven't killed too many people, but I only have about a hundred solitary graves. I will definitely erect a monument for you today!"
When Fan Yi heard this, a strange expression appeared on his face, and then he replied calmly:
"He's so big, you don't need to worry about him."
Mordes said in a ferocious voice:
"You sharp-tongued boy, today I will let you see what the power of the King Realm is."
After finishing speaking, Mordes instantly raised his arms and hugged his chest, and then his body was floating in the air little by little.
The air around him was also burning, and suddenly became extremely hot, as if he was in an invisible sea of fire.
Mordes looked at the young man ferociously, then quickly spread his palms, and saw a darker and rounder spiritual light slowly forming on his chest.
And behind this light group, there was a ray of blue spiritual power, which was constantly being drawn out from his lower abdomen.
This is pulling away the golden elixir!
Tianlingyin said:
"This old boy is going to fight for his life. You should be careful and deal with it. If it doesn't work, just let me wrap you up with my spiritual power. There is no need to be afraid!"
Fan Yi took a deep breath and replied:
"Master Dou, it's not time yet, I can handle it!"
As he spoke, Fan Yi also raised his right hand, and when he pulled his elbow back, a small black circle appeared again on his fist.
Fan Yi slowly sent his right fist forward, but the fist field on the fist did not stretch and was still only as big as a fist.
Mordes shouted coldly:
"Do you think I'll fall for the same trick twice?"
As he spoke, Mordes hugged the spiritual light ball on his chest and arrived in front of Fan Yi in an instant.
Just when he thought Fan Yi had been firmly locked, his heart suddenly shook!
"It's an afterimage!"
"Shrink to the ground! This is impossible!"
Fan Yi had already circled behind him at this time, and the afterimage in front of Mordes also disappeared.
moment!
Fan Yi punched Mordes on the back.
However, this time there was no sound at all.
Fan Yi's fist seemed to be inserted into tofu without any hindrance.
When he pulled out his arm, Mordes let out a shrill scream. That was because a hole was poked out of his back vest by Fan Yi's fist.
It turned out that Fan Yi had transferred the old man's heart and flesh.
The spiritual light group in front of Mordes was dissipating little by little.
The look in his eyes was shocked and confused at first, and then dimmed little by little.
Plop!
The old man's body fell to the ground, with no life left at all!
Fan Yi was a little bit sad when he saw that Mordes was killed with one punch, and he said:
"Master Dou, do you think that if I walk into my fist field, can I be transferred out?"
It was rare that Tianlingyin didn't answer immediately this time. He endured it for a long time before saying:
"How about you give it a try?"
Fan Yi rolled his eyes, ignored the old man's body in front of him, and turned to look at the seven people guarding the formation flag.
Seeing the death of the deputy building owner, the seven people felt as if they had seen a ghost during the day. They raised the seven-star formation flag and were about to run away.
Fan Yi shouted in a deep voice:
"People can leave, but leave the flag!"
Hearing this, the seven people threw down their flags and fled to the third floor.
Fan Yi put the seven formation flags into the square-inch tiger tablet, and Tianlingyin said hurriedly:
"Get out of here quickly, a strong man is coming!"
Fan Yi hurriedly grabbed the window and fled.
At this time, the Tianling Seal had released spiritual power to wrap his body in it, and flew towards the south of the city at high speed.
The night was too dark, and soon the shadows disappeared.
After a while.
In front of the messy Liuwang Tower, there were three people standing with their hands behind their backs.
They are the city lord Baong Baofei, the Lei family Lei Yinyun and the Jiang family Jiang Baiou.
A monk came to report:
"City Lord, the person who killed Mo Jun has escaped. It is said that he is the young man named Fan."
"Mo Junzhe had his heart removed!"
Bai Baofei took a deep breath and then said:
"Go down and hunt down the murderer throughout the city. Anyone with information will be heavily rewarded!"
Then he turned to look at Jiang Baiou and Lei Yinyun, and said:
"Look, what Mr. Zhao said is true. He did not imprison Fan Yi. Everything was caused by Fan Yi."
Lei Yinyun chuckled twice, and then replied:
"Yes, I will go to Zhao Changhong to apologize later."
When Jiang Baiou heard this, he glanced sideways at the burly man and cursed in his heart:
"If you, Lei Yinyun, take the initiative to admit your mistake, who would believe it?"
Guang Guofei naturally knew that with Lei Yinyun's temperament, it was impossible to admit his mistake, so he just treated the other party as finding a way out.
Bai Guofei asked Jiang Baiou and said:
"Brother Jiang, how do you think this matter should be handled?"
Jiang Baiou thought deeply for a moment and replied:
"Just a seventeen-year-old boy can kill a powerful king. Don't you think it's strange? I'm afraid it won't be long before the people on the mountain will know about it."
"I think it's better to withdraw the notice and treat guests with courtesy."
"After all, this kid was once the lord of a city. Wu Zong will definitely go to him to discuss his attitude. We might as well be a favor. What does the city lord do?"
White House said "Oh" and fell into deep thought.
Both family heads waited quietly.
for a long time.
White House Fei showed a smile on his face and said:
"Zhao Louzhu told me that it was indeed Mo Junzhe who killed Zhong Laoqi. Since we want to be a favor, we might as well give him a gift."
Jiang Baiou instantly understood what the city lord meant, while Lei Yinyun on the side rubbed his big face and said:
"What does the city lord mean? Why am I getting more and more confused the more I listen to it."
Guang Guofei and Jiang Baiou looked at each other and laughed out loud.
Early the next morning.
A notice was posted in Tianlong City, which read:
"Mo Deshi, the deputy owner of Liuwang Building, killed Zhong Laoqi, the captain of the boat. Now Mo Deshi has been executed. The causes and consequences are detailed. No discussion in the future, otherwise he will be killed with a stick."
