Mo Tingyuan was extremely angry.
If he was given another chance, he would never give Ke Xiaoliang any preferential treatment because of the secrets he had.
He would directly label Ke Xiaoliang as a traitor to the Ten Demon Sect, and then send an order to hunt him down.
Looking at the young man in front of him who had forced him into a dead end, Mo Tingyuan suddenly realized that he had unleashed such a beast with his own hands.
"Asshole!"
"Asshole!"
"Asshole!"
"If everything is about fists, what will happen to our Ten Demon Sect? Will it become a bandit's den?" Mo Tingyuan said with great indignation.
Ke Xiaoliang said: "The bandit's den is the bandit's den. Maybe our Ten Demon Sect has become a bandit's den, and our reputation in the practice world can be even better. Do you think this is the case?"
His cold gaze swept across the crowd swaying from side to side, and awkward laughter erupted from the crowd.
The laughter was contagious, but it became like a sea of joy.
Mo Tingyuan restrained his anger, stared at Ke Xiaoliang and said, "Okay! If you want to talk about fists, I will talk to you about fists. Although your methods are brilliant, they are all pieced together. If you do The sect leader of our Ten Demon Sect represents the face of our Ten Demon Sect. I only have one request. If you can fight with me using the methods of our Ten Demon Sect, if you win, I will offer you the title of sect leader with both hands. , if you lose...you will be the devil of this sect master for the rest of your life."
It turns out that the so-called anger, the so-called helplessness, the so-called being cornered... at least half of them are false.
Mo Tingyuan knew that he could not cope with Ke Xiaoliang's extremely tyrannical force, so he simply guided him, and finally restricted him with this sentence.
He thought that at this time, Ke Xiaoliang had to take care of his face and the overall situation.
In order to win perfectly, and in order to control the Ten Demon Sects in the future with less yin and yang voices, I should take the opportunity to agree to compete with him using the methods of the Ten Demon Sects.
Ke Xiaoliang's expression turned cold.
The sarcasm and coldness in his eyes disappeared at this moment, leaving only extreme indifference and indescribable contempt.
"We are the Demon Sect!" Ke Xiaoliang sighed softly.
"We...are demons!" Ke Xiaoliang's tone became slightly more serious.
"We should not obey the rules!" Ke Xiaoliang seemed to be mocking, but also seemed to be reminding him.
"You follow the rules with people who shouldn't follow the rules... Mo Tingyuan! You are the traitor!" After the words fell, Ke Xiaoliang had already punched.
No transformation, no enlargement.
Mo Tingyuan, who originally seemed to be planning to dodge, stopped.
Layers of talisman locks appeared one after another in front of him.
At the same time, some black paper charms that looked like villains leaked out of his sleeves.
Some transparent needles as small as cow hair are also hidden among these small black talisman figures.
Ke Xiaoliang's fist... continued to move.
In the first moment, those talismans shattered.
The tyrannical true meaning of martial arts shattered these talismans.
Ke Xiaoliang, who has received the blessings of the fifth stage of the three demon sealers, has improved again and is no longer obliged to transform.
In the second moment, those little talisman who came up to him and wanted to curse Ke Xiaoliang, or eat his soul and absorb his magic power, were all ignited by the phoenix fire.
This little talisman, which was extremely resistant to ordinary flames and fire spells, was burned to ashes by the Phoenix fire in just a moment.
In the third moment, all the tiny needles were shattered by Ke Xiaoliang's powerful Qi, and at the same time, Ke Xiaoliang's fist hit Mo Tingyuan's chest.
boom!
The terrifying force combined and struck into Mo Tingyuan's internal organs.
In this punch, Ke Xiaoliang used a total of more than a hundred different strengths, and the different strengths were constantly combined and recombined in Mo Tingyuan's body. The changes were so numerous and extreme that it was incomprehensible.
Mo Tingyuan's magical power was so strong that he could not stop the strength from flooding in his body at this moment. He could only try every means to seal the meridians, block the five internal organs, lock in the vitality, and then pour medicine into his mouth desperately.
At the same time, the trap he had set was detonating around Ke Xiaoliang.
It's a formation disk.
Mo Tingyuan used himself as bait to guide Ke Xiaoliang to where he was standing.
At this position, Mo Tingyuan had already laid out a killing array.
Every formation has two gates: life and death, but the one Mo Tingyuan deployed was a chain formation.
The birth gate of the formation corresponds to the death gate of the other formation.
The two killing formations are in sync with each other and will kill Ke Xiaoliang directly.
A large cloth bag was revealed in the void.
All the energy within ten miles around was swallowed up.
Holding his heart and vomiting blood, standing outside the formation, Mo Tingyuan sneered: "Boy! Don't dare to argue with me just because you know some unique skills. You are still very young."
Ke Xiaoliang, who was in the formation, did not show any signs of panic.
Instead, put the index finger and ring finger of your right hand together between your lips, and then apply it lightly.
Silently scolded: "Behead!"
Wow!
A sharp sword light had cut off Mo Tingyuan's neck.
Blood spurted out, and Mo Tingyuan's Nascent Soul, which had begun to transform into a god, escaped from its body and fled into the distance.
The flying sword, as dexterous as jade, turned into a shadow and disappeared in mid-air.
Ke Xiaoliang took out a tambourine and tapped it lightly.
With every blow, Mo Tingyuan's Yuanying became weaker and weaker.
By the time Ke Xiaoliang hit the tenth ring, Mo Tingyuan's Nascent Soul was already extremely weak.
He turned back to look at Ke Xiaoliang, his eyes filled with unwillingness.
"Why...why...why?" Mo Tingyuan questioned.
Ke Xiaoliang put away the tambourine, then enlarged his body, transformed into a Dharma form, and tore apart the dangerous chain formation.
"I'm a monk!"
"Do you really think I am a warrior?"
"Are the flying swords and Gu techniques a surprise to you?"
"Actually, I cast a curse secretly. If you hold on for a few more seconds, you will feel the heart-wrenching pain of a hundred curses! What a pity!" Ke Xiaoliang sighed.
Mo Tingyuan's Nascent Soul dimmed even more, and then he said weakly: "Spare... spare my life!"
Ke Xiaoliang made a fingerprint.
A talisman that had been branded early suddenly appeared behind Mo Tingyuan's Nascent Soul and burned it.
"It's useless to keep it. It would be a pity to die... Why should I spare you?" Ke Xiaoliang sneered in his heart.
Mo Tingyuan is a man who is good at scheming, has a vicious character, and has no bottom line.
For Ke Xiaoliang, apart from occasionally providing some magic value, it actually has no other great use.
It can neither promote the process of sealing demons in the wasteland, nor can it delve into the extreme realm of high-level martial arts, nor can it enter the strange world to discover and carry forward the art of eating ghosts.
If we don't kill such a guy completely, why don't we keep him alive for the New Year?
What Ke Xiaoliang is best at is indeed the pseudo-law, heaven and earth formed by giant transformation plus martial arts and martial arts plus qi and blood martial arts.
However, as the Taoist ancestor of all realms.
Isn’t it unreasonable that the big boss behind the scenes, who has been peeping in the God’s Domain for so long, didn’t secretly learn a few spells, formations, incantations, and sword-wielding skills?
So Ke Xiaoliang is not a reckless man with only one trick.
But a three-good monk who has developed in an all-round way!
Why do people misunderstand him?
