Kendo God

Mo Chenwu stood in the distance and couldn't help clenching his fists when he saw the miserable state of the powerful demon clan.

This is the cruelty of war. As the highest decision-maker, it is naturally impossible for me to take the lead in everything.

In that case, it would be chaos.

But watching the son of the demon clan die tragically in front of him, this feeling is really uncomfortable...

Looking at Mo Xianghuo again, he was now fighting Fatty Xiaofeng with a pair of fists.

However, he had long known how powerful the hammer in Fat Xiaofeng's hand was, and would never dare to fight him in close combat.

Then at this time, the problem arises.

The demons were originally most powerful in their physical bodies, but now they were unable to fight in close combat. Simply using combat skills to fight against the enemy was of no use to people like Fatty Xiaofeng.

What's more, even if Mo Xianghuo doesn't want to fight in close combat with Fatty Xiaofeng, it doesn't mean that Fatty Xiaofeng doesn't want to fight in close combat with him!

Fatty Xiaofeng's speed has been greatly improved a long time ago.

Nowadays, with the continuous improvement of cultivation, the power of the ancient battle body has become more and more prominent.

"You have so much courage, how strong are your demons? You devil, if you don't dare to fight the fat man, then go back to the Demon Realm Milkman!"

Fatty Xiaofeng never saves face for his opponents when he speaks, and these words made Mo Xianghuo even more embarrassed and angry!

With so many people looking at him, he kept dodging and throwing punches from time to time, but it never worked. It was really not very appropriate!

In this first battle, we must show off our momentum!

It's good now, Jianmen's side is simply full of momentum, and all the strong men he brought out are about to be killed by the battle formation.

The blow just now had already caused heavy casualties.

It can be said that almost all the beings in the Soul Condensing Realm and the Soul Opening Realm are dead, leaving only some strong ones in the God Gathering Realm and the Divine Sea Realm, those who are relatively strong, or those who are lucky, are still alive.

Even so, under the attack from Jianmen, these people will probably die soon.

"Lord Holy Son, Elder Xiang Huo is afraid that he won't be able to hold it anymore. Do you want to send someone to support him?"

Mo Xingxiu looked ugly. If this continued, it would be difficult to save Mo Xianghuo's life.

"no!"

Mo Chenwu shook his head and said with a gloomy expression: "If we take action, Tang Tian will definitely take action as well."

This fight is originally a showdown between the two sides. Once they intervene, it will have a chain reaction. It will be too difficult to control it.

In the same way, if Fatty Xiaofeng is defeated and will be killed, unless Tang Tian's side doesn't care about the consequences of helping him.

Relatively speaking, Mo Chenwu didn't dare to gamble, so he had to consider a lot, so he naturally became more cautious.

The demons cannot lose and cannot afford to lose!

As long as we can win the final victory, even if we make some sacrifices, it is very necessary.

"Damn fat man, go to hell!"

Mo Xianghuo knew that if he continued like this, even if he was still alive, all the powerful demons he had brought out would be wiped out.

Therefore, delicate scales suddenly appeared on Mo Xianghuo's body, and a terrifying aura quickly began to erupt.

For a moment, the magic light was overwhelming.

When the way of heaven suppresses cultivation, the physical body has a great advantage.

Mo Xianghuo suddenly appeared in front of Fatty Xiaofeng, avoided the ancient war hammer, and punched him in the chest.

"boom!"

After a loud noise, Fatty Xiaofeng carried the ancient war hammer and threw his body away.

"go to hell!"

When Mo Xianghuo saw that he had succeeded, he was overjoyed. It seemed that the fat man was just holding a hammer, which was more scary.

Now Mo Xianghuo transformed into a black light and came in front of Fatty Xiaofeng, intending to kill him.

At this time, Fatty Xiaofeng quickly made adjustments after his figure flew out.

When Mo Xianghuo came to him again and punched him, he immediately blocked the ancient war hammer in front of him.

"boom!"

There was another loud noise, but this time, Mo Xianghuo was not so happy.

In other words, it's even more exciting this time.

Because after this loud noise, there was a shrill scream.

Mo Xianghuo's fist, which was originally full of power, had now exploded and turned into a puddle of flesh.

"How could...how could this have happened..."

Mo Xianghuo held his broken right hand tightly with his left hand and quickly backed away.

But now he was in pain, his whole body was twitching, cold sweat fell from his forehead instantly, and his teeth were chattering.

Even Tang Tian would cry if he hit the ancient war hammer with his fist, let alone Mo Xianghuo.

And Mo Xianghuo soon seemed to have seen a ghost again. He looked at the fat man who was smiling at him in horror and said in disbelief: "You... how could you be okay?"

Under normal circumstances, even a strong man of the same level in the temple would be seriously injured if he received such a punch from him.

But he didn't expect that Fatty Xiaofeng looked at him with a smile as if he was fine.

Is this fat man's body more powerful than his demon clan's body?

Thinking of this possibility, Mo Xianghuo couldn't help but shudder, and looked at the fat man Xiaofeng in front of him in horror.

In his opinion, it would be difficult for humans to have such a terrifying and powerful body.

Little did he know that Fatty Xiaofeng was not a human race at all in a strict sense, but a descendant of the last ancient war race in the world.

In terms of bloodline, it is already much higher than the human race!

As for the low-level demons, even if Mo Xianghuo has reached the level of a real demon, there is no way he can beat Fatty Xiaofeng in terms of blood.

"It's just your fists? You're so weak! You still want to compete with the fat man?"

Fatty Xiaofeng sneered. If he hadn't kept his trump card, once the Ancient Fist came out, the world would definitely change.

And now that Mo Xianghuo was seriously injured, how could he be Fatty Xiaofeng's opponent? If you want to avoid it, it will be extremely difficult.

Fatty Xiaofeng was holding an ancient war hammer, exuding terrifying fighting spirit, and his body shot out like a ball.

The next moment, he appeared in front of Mo Xianghuo and hit him on the head with a hammer.

"Get away!"

Mo Xianghuo's face was ugly and he ducked away in a panic.

What I just said was to tell Fatty Xiaofeng to go away, but the one who really went away was himself, which was really embarrassing.

But regardless of whether it is embarrassing or not, nothing is more important than losing one's life.

It can be said that in the face of humiliation and loss of life, the body instinctively makes a choice, why do you need to think more?

"Oh, it turns out that when you said go away, you were telling Fatty, do you want to go away?"

Fatty Xiaofeng was always an unreasonable person who wanted to cause trouble, let alone now, he was completely unreasonable and would not spare any effort to ridicule others.

[Author's digression]: Today's second update is sent