The Great Immortal of the City

Chapter 143 Master Realm Master
"What? Devil Wu has been promoted to Grandmaster now? It's over, Mr. Mo may be over." Pang Wenjun was so frightened that his hands softened, and the phone fell to the ground and broke.

Mo Huasong glanced at Demon Wu and cursed: "Knock you Mabi, hurry up, or I'll kill you."

"Mo Batian, do you dare to insult the Grand Master? Don't you know that a Grand Master cannot be insulted?" Demon Wu stretched out his right fist angrily.

A powerful invisible energy immediately came quietly, making people feel palpitations.

"Oh my God, is that the power of the Grandmaster? I feel that it can destroy the world." Some warriors couldn't bear such pressure and vomited blood wildly.

"That's right, we're so far away, we can't even bear Demon Wu's power. Then Mo Batian is right next to Demon Wu, how could he be able to resist?" The other warriors were secretly shocked.

Mr. Bole's face also changed drastically. His martial arts were not high at first, and he was famous in the martial arts world for appraising treasures.

Therefore, when he felt that the rise of Qi and blood was about to be unbearable, he hurriedly took out a pill from his bosom and ate it, and his expression eased a lot.

"The strength of the master is really terrifying." Mr. Bole was secretly afraid.

Demon Wu was so proud that he didn't care about the life or death of the doormen next to him. Some Starmen were injured by Demon Wu's Shi Wei, and they all fell to the ground and vomited blood.

But no matter how proud Wu Motou was, Mo Huasong still stood there and let the opponent put pressure on him.

"Wu Motou, do you want to make a move?" Seeing Wu Motou still showing off in the air, Mo Huasong waved his hand angrily, and with a flash of white light, he shot into the air.

It was rare for Devil Wu to be promoted to the level of a grandmaster, and he was so happy that he wanted to show off in the air.

Damn, after he becomes a master, he can live at least another 100 years.

Suddenly, Devil Wu felt his breath congeal, as if he was being attacked by something, and then he couldn't stop in the air, and fell straight down.

"Crack." Demon Wu fell to the ground, making a big hole in the ground.

Devil Wu stood up awkwardly, patted his buttocks and said, "The strength of the Grandmaster is different. I can make a hole in the ground by landing at will."

"Yes, the ancestor's martial arts are unrivaled, forever and everlasting." A star gate warrior stood up, raised his hands and shouted.

"Immortal?!" The martial artist outside secretly laughed.

"Mo Batian, go die." Seeing that he fell from the sky, Motou Wu stopped pretending and punched again.

"boom."

When the powerful energy was shot out, everything around seemed to be still. Everyone could only see the terrifying shadow of the fist in the air, unable to move even if they wanted to.

In the blink of an eye, the fist shadow slammed down on Mo Huasong.

At this time, Devil Wu's attack had a full force of forty dragons, and the powerful fist wind enveloped Mo Huasong.

"Master, are you really still carrying it hard?" Sword Spirit asked a little worriedly.

"Of course, it's rare to have such a strong attack. How can I not use it to temper my body?" Mo Huasong thought to himself. "Sword Spirit, since I am reborn, I will become a thousand times stronger than before. No matter how the Wu devil attacks me, he will not be able to kill me."

"That's right." Sword Spirit didn't say any more.

"Boom."

The ground shook and the mountains shook, and the fist shadow drove Mo Huasong into the ground like hitting a nail.

"Oh my god, Devil Wu's strength is too terrifying. He actually beat Mo Batian like this. It seems that Mo Batian has become a pulp." A warrior said.

"That's right. Grandmasters should not be humiliated. This is an old saying. Let's go quickly. Devil Wu has a bad character. If he sees us here, he might rob us." Some warriors turned around and wanted to leave.

Wu Motou raised his hands high, looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "Hahaha, I am a master-level master, who in the world will be my enemy—"

"Cough, cough, cough." Before Motou Wu finished speaking, there was a coughing sound, and then Mo Huasong jumped out from the ground.

At this time, Mo Huasong was very miserable, his clothes were torn, blood was dripping, and there seemed to be no whole piece of flesh on his body.

"It's so cool." Mo Huasong murmured, taking out the healing elixir from the storage ring and swallowing it.

This is not an ordinary healing elixir, it can bring life back to life, it is very precious.

These medicinal materials almost cost Mo Huasong's money.

Therefore, cultivation burns money.

Mo Huasong took the elixir, and the wound on his body began to heal.

And when Mo Huasong practiced the seventh level body training technique again, his eyes were full of joy.

Now he has achieved a minor success in body training, which is very powerful.

It can be said that even if a bomb is thrown to blow up Mo Huasong now, it will not hurt his body.

"Mo Batian, you, are you still alive?" Devil Wu's laughter stopped suddenly.

"Hehe, I'm not dead yet, but you are going to die." Mo Huasong said with a smile.

Devil Wu is useless, so Mo Huasong doesn't need to keep him anymore.

"Just kidding, can you kill me?" The topless Demon Wu sneered and shot again, and a terrifying fist appeared in the sky.

"Sword Spirit, lend me your strength." In fact, if Mo Huasong used yin and yang to kill, he could kill Demon Wu directly.

But Mo Huasong gave it a try. He borrowed the power of the sword spirit. How powerful is it?

"boom."

Mo Huasong and Wu Motou punched each other, the shadow of the fist in the air was broken, and Mo Huasong's fist blade continued to blast forward.

"Ah, don't." Devil Wu's pupils grew bigger, and his expression changed suddenly with fright.

When he was broken by Mo Huasong with a full blow, he knew he was going to die.

"boom."

Wu Motou was hit by Mo Huasong's fist blade, and his whole body flew backwards.

"Bang bang bang." Wu Motou directly knocked down the three buildings behind him before stopping.

When those Stargate masters ran over to check, they found that Demon Wu's chest was pierced with a big hole, and his body was too rotten. How could he still be alive?
At this time, Mo Huasong also became much weaker because of borrowing the power of the sword spirit.

Mo Huasong stood there practicing kung fu for a week, and his face turned a little bloody.

The other Stargate people wanted to escape, but were massacred by the flying sword spirits.

Mo Huasong then rushed over, and the little black knife was like King Yama's magic knife, and quickly killed the remaining Stargate people.

"Mo Batian is really scary. No one escaped from the Star Gate." Some warriors saw Mo Huasong massacre the people from the Star Gate, and squatted down in fright to vomit.

"It seems that we guessed wrong, Mo Batian is not an innate strength, but a master's strength."

Mr. Bole nodded and said: "No wonder he can refine such a good treasure. It turns out that it is the strength of the master, which makes sense."

"Treasure?" The eyes of those warriors were as big as lanterns.

It is rare for them to see Master Batian, now that he is here, they can buy treasures from him.

So, those warriors ran forward: "Master Batian, Master Batian——"

Mo Huasong saw thousands of warriors running towards this side, his expression froze, and he clenched the small black knife tightly in his hand. "What do you want to do?"

When the warriors saw the blood-covered Mo Huasong emitting a strong murderous aura, they hurriedly backed away in fright. "Master Batian, don't get me wrong, we want to buy your little black knife, what is the price?"

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