The sudden punch exceeded everyone's expectations.
The punch was so sudden that people were completely unprepared.
Shouldn't Mo Qiu, who was willing to give up even the chance of immortality to please the emperor, be the most loyal dog under Emperor Zongming?
Even Eunuch Fang feels ashamed.
How can a dog bite its owner?
The fist wind hit his face, but Emperor Zongming didn't react at all.
"Buzz~"
Just as the fist was about to land on Emperor Zongming's face, a golden light curtain rose up.
On the dragon robe woven by Liuyun Zhuiyue silk, the golden dragon came to life at this time, emitting a little misty light, forming a golden light curtain, and forcibly resisted the fatal blow for Emperor Zongming. fist.
The golden light circulated endlessly, enveloping Emperor Zongming like an eggshell. Peiran sank into it with great force, like a mud cow entering the sea, leaving no trace, isolating the fatal punch.
On top of the dragon robe, the golden dragon was winding and flowing, as if thousands of golden lights were blooming. It was like a great sun rising across the sky, descending with unrivaled majesty.
Everyone finally came to their senses and kowtowed and bowed their heads. They were shocked.
Immortal magic!
Is it true that Emperor Zongming is protected by an immortal? !
When the Imperial Guards who had originally gathered around saw the golden cover, they couldn't help but stop and were at a loss.
Emperor Zongming finally reacted, his face suddenly darkened, and he stared at Mo Qiu with cold eyes, "I am a person favored by heaven, how dare you do this?"
After more than twenty years of seeking immortality, I asked, if outsiders don't know the secret, do they really think that he can achieve nothing?
Prolonging life, immortal magic, these things are his true trump cards for overlooking the world!
"There is only a person without a country, only personal feelings without morality. An emperor like you is the harm to the world!"
Mo Qiu's expression remained unchanged. He looked at Emperor Zong Ming, who was surrounded by golden dragons and looked as noble as an immortal god. He said softly: "Do you... look down on martial arts masters too much?"
The last word fell, and a punch landed on the golden light shield.
"Buzz~"
A layer of golden debris floated like falling snow.
Layers upon layers of true energy condensed like a sea tide, rising with great force.
Another punch!
"Click~"
A tooth-wrenching hissing and shattering sound sounded, and the golden dragon's shield of light suddenly flickered, like a flickering candle flame, teetering on the edge of collapse.
On the dragon robe woven by Liuyun Zhuiyue silk, the golden dragon rolled and struggled in extreme pain, trying hard to maintain the operation of the golden light curtain.
However, spider web-like cracks inevitably appeared around the photomask, and even the bright golden color of the golden dragon itself became dim and shallow.
What kind of heavenly beings, what kind of majesty, what kind of golden dragon, they are just like flowers in the mirror, only the fist falling on the light screen is extremely real.
Emperor Zong Ming's originally calm face suddenly froze.
How can this be!
How can a mere mortal resist the immortal magic? !
The next moment, he reacted.
Not caring anymore, Emperor Zongming shouted almost at the top of his lungs: "Help!!!"
It sounds slow, but in fact, from Mo Qiu raising his fist to being protected by the golden dragon, it only took a moment.
The successive changes had already made many people stand on the spot. Sometimes they were shocked by Mo Qiu's boldness, and sometimes they were shocked by the fact that Emperor Zongming actually found the immortal fate and had enough backup plans.
As a result, in the blink of an eye, Emperor Zongming seemed to be completely at a disadvantage again...
It's not an exaggeration to say that everything is overwhelming. How could one react so quickly?
Now that he had made up his mind, Mo Qiu naturally would not give him another chance. He punched out one last time without any accidents. When his fist landed on the golden mask, the already shaky and cracked mask burst into pieces.
On the flowing clouds chasing the moon silk, the golden dragon was also completely annihilated, and there was no more sound.
Kill the dragon with three punches!
Emperor Zongming, who no longer had any protection, was exposed in front of Mo Qiu. This time, nothing could resist him.
The big hands like iron clamps grabbed Emperor Zong Ming's neck and lifted him up forcefully. There was no emotion on Mo Qiu's dark face, and his eyes were full of coldness. The guy in his hand was struggling constantly. , is the emperor of Dayue.
Sad, deplorable!
By now, he has understood.
Only those who dare to destroy everything can get the right to survive.
The Mohist family had been silent for ten years, and it was not until the heroes in Dayue rose up and rebelled against each other that they could think of him.
From beginning to end, the emperor never cared about his people.
Everything is just to satisfy personal selfish desires.
Looking at Emperor Zongming who was struggling in his hands, Mo Qiu said: "The ills of the world lie in the royal family, the eunuchs in the palace, and officials at all levels. I have spent ten years trying to reason with you... "
There was sadness in his eyes, and even more bitterness.
"The harm and evil in the world is not in the local area, not among the people, but in the temples and temples. It lies on you bunch of merciless bastards! Do the hundreds of millions of people in the country and the country have any sympathy from you? Each and every one of you? He never tires of eating fine food, and he never tires of eating fine meat. He enjoys himself like a turtle in a mud pond, turning a blind eye to the suffering in the world!"
Emperor Zongming struggled in his hands, and Mo Qiu looked around.
At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the time when he had just left the army, wanting to raise a three-foot green sword to kill the injustice in the world!
At that time, what he caught was the old man who wanted to steal the pigskin; but now, what he held in his hand was the emperor of Dayue.
Is there a difference?
Maybe.
I have been practicing for ten years, I have witnessed it with my own eyes, and every drop of blood and tears.
The rich are surrounded by fields, while the poor have almost no place to stand.
The rich have never helped the world, and the poor have no roof over their heads.
Along the way, I have encountered injustices, seen unjust acts, and seen evil people... My heart aches!
Today, everything is over!
An angry palm fell, and his body shook three times.
Blood gushed out from his facial features. Emperor Zongming looked as ferocious as an evil ghost. How could he still have the majesty of an emperor?
The immortal magic that he relied on and even trusted could not save his life after all.
Mo Qiu let go of his hand, and the emperor of a country fell limply to the ground. The blood fell on the so-called spotless Liuyun Chaiyue thread, smearing the blood on his body, leaving his eyes full of bright red.
"Ho...ho..."
After receiving Mo Qiu's angry palm, Emperor Zong Ming was still not completely dead. He made an incomprehensible sound from his throat, like an unwilling murmur coming from under the Nine Springs.
He tried hard to move his head towards the place where the Wanshou Immortal Palace was. He scratched the ground with his weak palms, trying to get closer to the mist-shrouded Immortal Palace. His lifelong wish was so close, as close as a stone's throw away. .
But it is so far away, so far that even the entire country of Big Moon cannot be brought even close.
Emperor Zongming, stopped moving.
