Omnipotent Overlord

Zhao Risheng looked at Li Mo, his eyes rolled a few times, and gave a sneer.

　　 "Mo Zifei, could you be afraid, take the initiative to admit defeat, willing to give up the position of military god?"

　　Mo Zifei said angrily: "When did I say that I was afraid? You said that this game was not a military challenge, nor was it what I said."

"Oh, Zhao Risheng is just going to challenge you to the military god. I just thought that way, and now I think so too. The number of people here is enough, and the conditions are met. Mo Zifei, if you dare not go out, just obey the military god. Right!"

　　Zhao Risheng saw Mo Zifei continuously losing money in his hand and his confidence increased greatly before he made a new decision.

　　 As for Li Mo, he did not put it in his eyes at all.

　　A little boy in the world, what if he wins?

　　 "Zhao Risheng, if you are willing to issue a warlord challenge order, then I, immediately accept your challenge!"

　　Zhao Risheng said loudly: "I will!"

　　 "Xiao Mo, step back!"

　　Mo Zifei took a few deep breaths and walked towards Zhao Risheng.

　　 was hit by Zhao Risheng's two punches, making him extremely uncomfortable, and now he felt difficult to breathe with every move.

　　Li Mo reached out and held him, Mo Zifei immediately felt a refreshing air flow out of his body, and the boiling blood and blood calmed down immediately.

　　Mo Zifei looked at Li Mo in surprise. Li Mo nodded and retreated.

　　 "Slow down, according to the military challenge challenge regulations, you and we both need someone to be responsible for recording. I have someone, what about you?"

　　 "Yan Feng can, I will call him up immediately!"

　　Zhao Risheng couldn't wait any longer, made a phone call, and called back Yan Feng who hadn't walked downstairs yet.

　　 "Relax, I can’t lose this time, he’s sending me too much!"

　　 Zhao Risheng looked confident, and Mo Zifei's strongest Qiu Shan could not pose any threat to him. He couldn't think of Mo Zifei's attack to win him.

"Mo Zifei, the power of the Wu Chong Mountain of your Mo family is indeed good, but unfortunately you met me Zhao Risheng, who was destined to lose miserably. I awakened this anti-celestial physique five years ago, and since then, I will never again No one can hurt me."

　　 "Today, I will avenge the youngest and take the position of your **** of war!"

　　 "It's no use saying more, come over for a fight!" Mo Zifei beckoned to him.

　　 "Hey, you want to die, I will fulfill you!"

　　Zhao Risheng quickly ran to Mo Zi, his attacking method was very direct, he attacked with all his strength, no defense at all.

　　 "Seventh Mountain!"

　　Mo Zifei's hands spread like a peacock opening screen, and with an extremely unreal movement, he put his palm up against his chest.

　　Not the last horizontal palm push, but the vertical palm inserted straight!

"useless!"

Zhao Risheng still didn't hide, he threw his fist towards Mo Zifei. His tactics are very simple. If you hit me and I hit you, if you don't close, you will be injured on both sides and my body can recover quickly. But you can't!

　　Simple, straightforward and rude!

boom!

　　哧——

　　Zhao Risheng punched Mo Zifei backward five steps, and Mo Zifei's palm also inserted five holes in his chest, but the naked eye can see that the five blood holes are healing at a very fast rate.

　　Mo Zifei spit out a mouthful of blood, compared with Zhao Risheng's injury, obviously he suffered a loss.

　　 "Come again!"

　　Mo Zifei rushed up with a loud shout.

　　Mozi flew out of the palm, Zhao Risheng punched, but this time Mo Zifei learned to be clever. Instead of touching him hard, he used his body technique to wrestle with him.

Unlike his third brother, Zhao Haisheng, and his eldest brother, Zhao Tiansheng, Zhao Risheng does not know how to fight the tiger king. In boxing, he is not as good as Zhao Haisheng. The place where he is strong is the light sacred body, so his attack method has always been to exchange blood for blood and teeth for teeth. , And confront opponents.

"Since I was very young, my brother has been carefully cultivated by the family as a peerless genius. Although my third brother's talent is not as good as that of his elder brother, it is also a rare genius. It was regarded as waste by the family."

Zhao Risheng suddenly threw a punch and drove Mo Zifei back: "I practiced harder than anyone, but the achievements are not as good as any one of the eldest brother and the third brother. I originally thought that this would be the case in my life. Unexpectedly, a serious illness five years ago actually awakened my super-physique. Hahaha, Mo Zifei. My strength may not be as great as that of my eldest brother, but compared to my third son, that’s a world apart, you Fight with me, there is no possibility of winning!"

　　 "So much nonsense!"

　　 "I just told you to understand some things before you die, well, from now on, the game time is over!"

　　 Zhao Risheng sneered, took out a yellow potion, and injected it into his arm.

　　 On medication, he has more bachelors than his younger brother, without hiding tuckers, he is bright and upright.

　　 Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang!

　　After injecting yellow medicine, Zhao Risheng's muscles protruded from his body, and he looked more robust than Mr. Bodybuilder.

"To tell you clearly, my potion is different from my brother's. My potion is given by ordinary people. Nine out of ten will die on the spot. Only a special physique can survive me. This potion not only does not reduce the lifespan. The side effects will also increase my physical ability several times.

　　 "Regardless of speed or strength, as well as resistance to attack, comprehensive improvement!"

　　Zhao Risheng's footsteps moved slightly, and his movement speed was several times higher than before the injection of yellow potion. He continuously punched and his attack speed was also greatly improved.

　　Mo Zifei was forced to retreat repeatedly by Zhao Risheng until he was forced to the wall.

　　 The attack of the 4th-level strongman can easily penetrate the wall of this building. Mo Zifei can't retreat anymore, and he will fall from the building again.

　　Mo Zifei couldn't help but ask Li Mo: "Why is it useless?"

　　Zhao Risheng stunned: "What do you mean?"

　　 "Give me death...... Ah--"

　　 Just when Zhao Risheng was about to give Mo Zifei his last blow, a sudden severe pain came from his chest, which made him scream and fell to the ground, covering his chest, foaming at his mouth, and twitching all over his body.

　　 This change was so sudden that everyone was shocked.

　　 "It really works." Mo Zifei exhaled.

　　No one except Li Mo knew what he was talking about.

　　 In fact, when Mo Zifei played Zhao Risheng for the second time, Li Mo used his consciousness to tell him, and told him the weakness of the first-order light Eucharist.

　　 Mo Zifei's strong palm of Seventh Mountain is not just a simple palm. There are more than a dozen bullet fragments on his palm.

　　 The light sacred body has a very strong recovery ability, even if it is only the first level, the knife cut, the sword stab, even the machine gun fire, the cannon bombing, no matter how serious the injury is, it can be fully recovered in a very short time.

　　 But if there are more things in the body, it will be different.

　　 A bunch of bullet fragments are stuffed near the heart~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The light eucharist's recovery ability is strong, but no matter how strong, it can't digest the debris in the body.

If you are faced with a top-level bright Eucharist, you can’t kill it by beheading or even shattering the corpse. The best way is to penetrate their bodies with dozens of unstoppable hard objects, as long as there are When things stay in them, their flesh cannot be recovered perfectly.

　　Mo Zifei shouted: "Zhao Risheng, can you admit defeat?"

　　 "I admit defeat, save me, save..."

　　 Zhao Risheng vomited white foam in his mouth, suffering a lot. His muscles of a bodybuilder had long disappeared. Injecting medicine to improve the basic energy of the body, the time is destined to not last long, and it is already very good to last for one minute.

　　Mo Zifei took a dagger in his hand and looked at Li Mo: "This body won't die if it's done right, right?"

　　Li Mo nodded.

　　Mo Zifei's confidence increased, and he walked in front of Zhao Risheng and stretched the dagger toward his chest.

　　 "What are you doing!" Yan Feng yelled in shock.

　　 "If you don't want him to die, don't talk."

　　Mo Zifei wiped his sweat and slashed Zhao Risheng's heart with a dagger. The **** scene made Yan Feng almost scared and fainted.

　　The bullet fragments were all on the flesh cut by Mo Zifei. When the flesh left Zhao Risheng's body, the damaged heart grew quickly, and the wound recovered quickly, and it was as good as it was in less than 20 seconds.

　　Zhao Risheng was lying on the ground, and the whole person was stupid. He didn't even know this solution before.

　　If I knew it earlier, why not wait for him to do it, I can do it myself...

　　 Zhao Risheng regrets that.