Quickly dodging Mo Tu's long sword, Huang pointed out the sword with his left hand, pointing it three inches away from the hilt.
Being blocked, the sword deflected slightly.
Daqin Longque blocked the long sword with its left, and Mo Tu dived forward due to the momentum. At the same time, Huang Fei kicked him out.
boom!
Mo Tu fell under the ring and was dizzy. Especially Luang Na's volley kick, which went straight to the center. Everyone present could see it clearly, and Luang didn't hold back at all.
If it weren't for Mo Tu's extraordinary strength, he would have become a corpse long ago.
Huang's strength was slightly inferior to that of Mo Tu, but they all saw that Huang had extremely rich combat experience, and every time he made a move, he aimed for a sure kill.
Moreover, the last move and the next move are extremely coherent, as if they are subconscious actions. This kind of fighting consciousness is extremely terrifying.
At this time, everyone in the audience was shocked and no one spoke. On the stage, Huang Yi held a knife, his eyes boiling with fighting spirit.
He had a feeling that if the pressure was enough, he might be able to break through the late Anjin stage today, or even reach the Great Perfection of Anjin.
The Tai Chi inner elixir breathing method was running on its own, and Huang Leng said in a cold voice: "Who else is there?"
One voice shouted down the Mohist headquarters.
"I come!"
A sound of rough ore sounded, and the majestic young man stepped onto the ring, holding a big hammer in his hand: "Mo family, big hammer, please teach me!"
"A warrior who takes the external martial arts route?"
Huang took a deep look at the big iron hammer, and his heart tightened. He knew that people like this were usually born with supernatural powers: "Qin, Huang!"
"Take action, I won't hold back!"
The hammer kept enlarging in his pupils, Huang leaned forward and passed by. Da Qin Longque took the big hammer straight away and knocked it down ten times with one force. He didn't want to have a head-on confrontation with the big hammer.
Although a real man should face difficulties head on, Huang is still a young man, and it is time to show his sharp edge and take the wrong direction.
When, when, when...
In the fight with the big hammer, Huang's momentum became more and more fierce, and his attacks became more intensive and faster. The energy in his body gathered together and followed the sword.
Click!
He split the iron hammer with a knife, and Huang kicked the iron hammer in the face. Then he turned around and Daqin Longque slashed at the iron hammer's right arm.
"Show mercy!"
In a flash of lightning, Mozi appeared on the ring, caught the Great Qin Dragon Bird between his fingers, and saved the Big Iron Hammer.
At this moment, Huang's face was flushed, and the vitality in his body was discharged with a knife, feeling somewhat powerless.
Feng Zheng appeared on the ring and faced Mozi: "Old Mozi, you intervened in the young men's sword show, did you pass?"
"I'm not interfering, I'm just trying to save people!"
Mozi was also a little shy. No matter how eloquent he was, it was a foul for him to appear in the ring and save the big hammer.
The thought in his mind changed, and he smiled bitterly at Feng Zheng: "This time I tried the sword, and my Mo family lost."
At this point, he could only admit defeat.
After all, Sledgehammer has a promising future, and he must not lose his arm or die under a barren knife.
Just as Feng Zheng was about to nod, he felt something was wrong. He turned his head sharply and saw Huang, who was holding a knife, his eyes were blood red, and his body was filled with evil energy.
At this moment, the aura on Huang's body was a little violent. Feng Zheng and Mo Zi looked at each other, worry deep in their eyes.
They subconsciously thought that Huang was possessed.
"Damn it!"
This damn sound contained too much gnashing of teeth. His chance to break the mirror was abruptly interrupted by Mo Zi.
If he hadn't been outnumbered, he would have already struck someone with his sword.
"Quiet!"
Mozi and Feng Zheng took action at the same time, and the gentle spiritual energy entered Huang's body and traveled along the meridians. After a moment, the two of them held hands at the same time, their expressions a bit ugly.
After their investigation, they found that Huang was not crazy. The most important thing was that the aura in Huang's body was very strange and very different from theirs.
However, all paths in the world lead to the same destination, and they also realized that Huang had reached the breaking point, so Mozi interrupted.
No wonder Huang was so angry that he almost drew his sword and killed someone.
A farce ended unhappy like this. After experiencing this incident, Huang's sense of the Mo family became even worse.
Li Mo's heart became even more determined.
In Xianglizi's house, Huang was resting in his room. Xianglidu and Feng Zheng, who were beside him, looked a little unhappy.
Especially Xianglidu.
"Master, what should we do now?"
After taking a sip of wine, Huang smiled bitterly: "Go back, your skills are not as good as others, and staying at the Mo family headquarters won't change anything."
"Fortunately, many things have been completed this time when we enter the Mo family. Our relationship with the Mo family is still tense, but with this agreement with Mo Zi, both of us will exercise restraint."
"Xiangli, pack up and let's go down the mountain."
"promise."
Half an hour later, Huang said goodbye to Xianglizi, and the group left Shennong Mountain and disappeared into the vast mountains.
On the Shennong Mountain, Mozi looked solemnly and said to Deng Lingzi: "From now on, there will be no relationship between my Mohist family and Qin Guoshi. No disciple of the Mohist family can target him."
"Young Master, he has killed so many of us, can he just let it go?" Deng Lingzi's eyes were splitting, and he was very unhappy.
"This son is extremely talented and will definitely become a strong man in the future. When I pass away, who in the entire Mo family will be his opponent?"
Mozi took a deep look at Deng Lingzi and warned, "There is no need to be an enemy of such a talented person."
"Of course, the most important thing is the old man next to him. This man is no longer as powerful as me. The Mo family cannot afford to offend the people behind him."
He didn't clarify some things, so other people in the Mo family didn't know, but he knew the terror of the ancient clan.
Nowadays, people with the Feng surname personally serve as Huang's guards. Countless people cannot believe this alone.
…
After walking down Shennong Mountain, Huang and his group hunted two rabbits and began to barbecue. Xianglidu was responsible for cleaning and looking for firewood.
Feng Zheng is in charge of the barbecue.
Compared to Huang and Xianglidu, Feng Zheng travels all over the country and is naturally good at grilling meat.
"Do you regret it?" Feng Zheng turned over the barbecue seriously: "Originally, you would have become stronger today. Without this opportunity, you don't know when the next time will be."
"Life and death are destiny, wealth is in heaven!"
Huang smiled, he naturally knew what Feng Zheng meant, but the Mo family was so powerful that he had to swallow his anger.
At this moment, Huang turned his head and glanced at the majestic Shennong Mountain, and said calmly: "One day, I will set foot on Shennong Mountain again."
"From now on, there will be no Mohist headquarters, only the three branches of the Mohist family, and the world's most famous schools will never return."
Huang was very concerned about what happened at the Mo family headquarters, and his revengeful mentality increased crazily. At this time, he did not suppress it.
In his opinion, if a monk cannot follow his heart and soul, he might as well stop practicing.
"Since Mozi made an exception, the only explanation is that the big hammer is a strong man specially trained by the Mo family."
Feng Zheng glanced at Huang and said, "At that time, it was not the time to kill people."
