Supreme Merit Cultivation System

Li Mo appeared more than ten feet away, pointed his hand, and the wing knife behind his back rotated and cut.

Wen Feixiong saw the flying sword, which was equivalent to a heavy weapon, whirling towards him, but he was not afraid. His left hand turned into a fist, and his arm trembled and bounced like a python. With a crisp "pop" sound, the whirling wing sword was already dead.

Death is in my hands.

The sharp wing knife cut open his glove and cut his palm, causing blood to flow everywhere. But the left hand was like a piece of steel, tightly holding the "buzzing" and trembling wing knife.

This hand alone is no less impressive than the capture weapon.

Li Mo's eyes narrowed, and he struck forward with both hands in turn. The Zhuolang Fist, which had been blessed by "Zaiwei", rushed out like turbid dragons and hit him head-on.

Wen Feixiong was like the God of War descending into the world. He sneered and kept punching forward with his right fist. He punched a big hole in the rough waves, and his forward speed only slowed down slightly.

The rain fell more quickly and the sea of ​​osmanthus flowers became more gorgeous, but it could no longer stop him.

"You are cruel!"

Li Mo cursed in his heart, gritted his teeth and stepped forward to block it. Like a swimming fish, he stood directly on Wen Feixiong's only way out of the closed town.

The two met in the blink of an eye. The "Bengpai Mountain" blessed by "Zaiwei" and Wen Feixiong's "Five Hands Bengquan" exchanged hundreds of punches.

During the fist fight, Wen Feixiong only relied on the bat-winged sword behind his back to withstand the suppressing power of the rainy sweet-scented osmanthus umbrella. Although it was inevitable that nearly half of the sea of ​​​​flowers and rain would wash over his body, he was like a god of war.

He stood upright and felt the pain, but he didn't seem to care at all.

With every five punches, Wen Feixiong's punch power doubled, and with every five punches of Li Mo, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

After a hundred punches, the demonic power in Wen Feixiong's body finally couldn't withstand the influence of the "collapse mountain", and he was instantly in chaos. His body was steady enough, but he could no longer hold the wing knife with his left hand. The moment the wing knife was released from his hand,

, and gave him a severe cut at the root of his thigh. Then he whirled around and plunged into the rain curtain of the sea of ​​flowers. After that, he floated and disappeared in the rain curtain of the sea of ​​flowers, like a skilled assassin.

The assassinations don't stop.

Wen Feixiong's face finally showed a look of hesitation. Li Mo in front didn't look like he could be beaten back. If he continued to fight like this, it seemed a bit... impossible to fight.

After a lifetime of hesitation, timidity arose in my heart. After twenty punches, the leather armor on my body was washed away by the sea of ​​​​flowers and rain, as if it was about to explode, and my skin felt as if it was being burned in a fire. Even if it was only half of it,

When the power of suppression falls on him, his life is by no means as easy and comfortable as it seems on the surface.

"You are cruel!"

Wen Feixiong's eyes suddenly shot out a foot-long bloody light, and he took a serious look at Li Mo. Then he had no choice but to retreat, holding his head and shrinking his legs. The demonic light shined all over his body, and he was trapped by the rainy osmanthus umbrella.

Li Mo raised his hand and put the jasper-like osmanthus tree into his sleeve, and kept inputting mana to refine Wen Feixiong. Then he swung his legs and dived into the ground. He couldn't help but stop after only a dozen feet, and blood spurted out.

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With a sweep of his consciousness, he saw a faint layer of blood appearing on his body. This was probably Wen Feixiong's last-minute tracking method.

Holding his chest, he broke through the rock and rushed forward for a short distance. He felt that his chest was getting more and more painful and he could no longer increase his speed.

"Wen Feixiong's Bengquan is really powerful!" He had no choice but to spend 1,400 merit points to buy a Fuyang Pill and swallow it. He used Lanke to fake death and turned into the form of a dead tree. The blood on his body naturally faded away.

After a while, both Qin Zhuo and Zheng Mahou arrived nearby.

"It's Lao Wen's tracking technique with eternal gaze! This is where the breath disappears!" Zheng Mahou said in a deep voice. As he spoke, he looked at Qin Zhuo in surprise. He couldn't figure out why this man insisted on looking for Li.

Silent trouble.

Qin Zhuo saw the look in his eyes, curled his lips and said, "I've long disliked that boy, and now I feel disgusted by his breath. I won't feel at ease if I don't kill him for this kind of thing!"...

Zheng Mahou secretly wiped his hands with cold sweat and said to himself: Brother, looking at your appearance, you should have followed us and defected to the demon clan. Are you still hanging around with the human clan?

He was complaining in his heart when he saw Qin Zhuo turning around and looking around, frowning and saying: "Where did that kid go? And Lao Wen, why are they missing? Since you said he was nearby, let's go look for him separately!"

After saying that, he took out his wing knife, rotated in front of him to open a path, and ran in one direction first.

Zheng Mahou opened his hands to stop him, but then he felt embarrassed. He was embarrassed to say that he was worried about the danger of dividing his troops? After all, he was also a master of foundation building!

Alone, he had to be careful and put his wing knife ahead to find a way. The traces of the hardened rock formations being broken were quite obvious.

Not long after walking, he saw a large piece of broken rock. He squeezed away the broken rocks with his spiritual light and moved forward slowly. After a while, a dead old tree appeared in front of him.

"Why...why is there a tree underground?"

Zheng Mahou's eyes widened, and without thinking, he raised his wing knife and slashed at it.

The wing knife broke through the rock formations like cutting tofu, and when he was about to cut into the dead tree, a translucent pangolin suddenly sprang out, biting the edge of the wing knife with its mouth open. Its four calves were clawing and dragging wildly among the rocks.

He grabbed the winged knife and pulled it toward the ground.

"Li Mo!"

Zheng Mahou roared, staring at the silent dead tree with some uncertainty, and nervously looking around. His declining cultivation level made him lose a lot of confidence. The first thought that came to his mind at this moment was actually to

Step back and create some distance.

But as soon as he retreated, the rock formation in front of him collapsed. The dead tree also disappeared from his sight and consciousness.

Zheng Mahou suddenly felt panicked, turned around and quickly retreated.

Before he had retreated far, he heard a "bang" coming from under his feet, like thunder approaching at high speed. He knew this kind of aura and this kind of impact all too well. Because this was what he had used before.

Passed magic weapon.

He pointed his hand, and a golden lotus about 10 feet in size sprouted from his feet. The smooth turtle's head suddenly pressed against the lotus, but it was as if it was pressed against cotton. It was weak and indestructible.

Next, the Black Turtle Cannon changed its angle and hit him several times. Zheng Mahou just stood cautiously, and nodded his left hand to his head, forming a circle of yellow light behind his head. The Black Turtle Cannon hit his lower body,

The lotus petals are stretched out to protect it. When it hits the upper body, the yellow light will circle around and bounce the unarmored turtle away.

His right hand was tucked into his sleeve and clasped tightly, and the breath of what was hidden inside was hidden.

Although the Black Turtle Cannon could not perform any feats, it kept attacking. Amidst the loud roaring noises, Zheng Mahou suddenly felt a group of energy and blood as obvious as fluorescent lights in the dark rushing toward him. In an instant, it was already

It arrived ten feet to his side.

"I've been waiting for you, kid!" A drop of cold sweat rolled down Zheng Mahou's forehead, and he quickly shook his right hand to create a stream of light.

This ray of light was the color of dust, dark and undetectable. The breath was faint and faint, like a small earthworm shooting out. But the speed was extremely fast, instantly piercing through countless rocks, hitting the Qi and blood in the induction.

location.

After hearing a soft "pop" sound in his ears, Zheng Mahou breathed a sigh of relief, but did not dare to let go immediately. His consciousness worked hard to penetrate the rock formations and tried his best to detect where the energy and blood were.

When his spiritual consciousness finally reached the location, he only saw a pair of black dragon demon skins that were quietly releasing blood, and there was no one inside the demon skin! At this moment, a black dragon suddenly emerged from diagonally below.

Yansuo pulled off the black dragon demon skin and disappeared.

"not good!"

Zheng Mahou suddenly changed his color, activated his magic power wildly, and the magic robe on his body shone brightly...

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