The Great Immortal of the City

Chapter 922 The Real Magic Knife Appears
"Boom." Qingling gritted her teeth, stood there tightly, and desperately blocked Mo Huasong's attack.

Qingling suppressed Mo Huasong's attack, but his whole body sank to the ground.

The ground is made of solid bluestone, even if you hit it with one palm, if it is not for someone with high strength, it will not be damaged at all.

But just like this, the bluestone broke open directly, and Qingling sank more than one meter, only the upper half of her body was exposed.

At this moment, Qingling was choking enough, even he didn't expect it to be like this.

Strong, Mo Batian is too strong, he can't stand it.

Qingling couldn't care about her own face any longer, and hurriedly shouted to the outside: "Come and help me quickly, if you don't come and save me, I'm going to die."

Following Qing Ling's call, many masters flew over here.

But how could Mo Huasong let Qing Ling go?There was a flash of white light, and the sword spirit shot into his body, and then exploded.

"Ah." Qingling screamed, then fell down limply.

At this time, he couldn't resist anymore, so he had to be killed by Mo Huasong.

Those Nascent Soul masters flew over, and Mo Huasong immediately took out a fifth-rank attack rune and threw it over.

"Ah, don't." Seeing the fifth-grade attack rune, those enemies turned around and flew back in fright.

But where can they escape?In just an instant, they were killed by the runes.

In a short while, Mo Huasong killed more than a dozen Nascent Soul masters.

"Master, let's go to the king." Yi'er suddenly appeared in front of Mo Huasong.

Mo Huasong nodded and said, "Okay, let's kill him and not let him go."

With Liu Lanxi's help, Mo Huasong was also secretly relieved, thinking of rushing over and killing the other party.

In this case, how could Mo Huasong let the king go? "Lan Xi, you are in charge here, I will kill the king."

"Okay." Liu Lanxi nodded, then turned to kill over there.

Since Liu Lanxi and the others have many attack runes, how can those enemies be able to resist them?
I saw that there were enemies constantly falling over there, and they were afraid.

And Liu Lanxi also took out the fifth-rank attack runes, specifically looking for those Nascent Soul masters to attack.

Those masters of Nascent Soul strength can be said to be complaining endlessly, they didn't expect it to be like this.

If this continues, they will definitely be killed.Therefore, they can't control so much, it's better to run away as soon as possible.

Seeing that their side had the upper hand, the Eighth Prince became more and more excited. "Hahaha, it's really cool. No one can compare to us. We are about to win. Brothers, let's go."

Seeing that the Eighth Prince's subordinates were about to win, they were of course happy, and they all rushed forward as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

Seeing Mo Huasong approaching, the king hurriedly shouted in fright: "Come back quickly, we will withdraw to the palace first."

You must know that there are many organs in the palace, it is not that Mo Batian and the others can kill him if they want to.

But how could Mo Huasong let them escape, just in an instant, Mo Huasong and the others came to the front.

And Yi'er was like entering a land without people, and all the enemies who tried to stop her were killed by her.

That short knife is very terrifying, just a slight movement can kill someone.

At this time, a black shadow flew towards this side, directly approaching Mo Huasong's face.

When Mo Huasong saw the other party's attack, his heart trembled. The strength of that person's attack was still higher than that of Qing Ling.

When Mo Huasong fought Qingling just now, he borrowed the power of the sword spirit to kill Qingling.

And this black shadow is terrifying.

"boom."

Mo Huasong and the opponent attacked together. The powerful force made Mo Huasong take three steps back, while the opponent took a step back.

"Mo Batian, are you already this strong?" the black shadow said coldly.

"Modao, don't tell Mo Batian more, kill him." Seeing the black shadow make a move, the king shouted loudly.

The Eighth Prince over there was startled when he heard what the king said, and hurriedly shouted: "What, he is the magic knife?"

At this time, the black figure appeared, a dark and thin old man, very inconspicuous.

"King, do you know what the price is for asking me to fight?" Mo Dao asked coldly.

"I know, now I can't take care of so much, you kill Mo Batian and the others, and I will give you those resources." The king cried out distressedly.

Those resources are very precious. If they are given the magic knife, their monthly kingdom will go back ten years in the future.

In the past ten years, they can't afford to think about it.

But there is no way, if he doesn't ask the magic knife to take action, they will be finished.

"Okay, it's a deal." Mo Dao laughed wildly triumphantly.

I saw him walking towards Mo Huasong: "Mo Batian, you are not my opponent, you should just obediently capture him with nothing."

Mo Huasong sneered: "Really? Then come on, let me see if you have the ability."

After finishing speaking, Mo Huasong rushed towards the magic knife.

Mo Huasong saw that the magic knife didn't use a weapon, and neither did he. Instead, he directly attacked the opponent with his fists.

"Boom boom boom."

Those attacks were terrible, and Mo Huasong was constantly repelled.

Under such circumstances, the Demon Knife became more and more proud: "Hahaha, Mo Batian, have you seen my strength now? How about it, can you still be awesome?"

At this time, Mo Huasong had been attacked so much that he bled a lot, but he still had a smile on his face. "It's really cool. I haven't found this kind of fighting feeling for a long time. Magic knife, thank you."

Mo Huasong's current strength is rank eight and foundation building nine, and he is about to break through.

But it's not easy to break through to rank nine, it still needs an opportunity.

Now this magic knife is fighting with Mo Huasong, and it happens to be his whetstone.

In this case, how could Mo Huasong let it go?
"Kill!" Mo Huasong yelled, and continued to rush towards the magic knife.

When Yi'er and the others saw Mo Huasong's bloody scene, their hearts were very painful.

But there was no way, Mo Huasong told them not to make a move, he wanted to break through.

So, after Mo Huasong fought desperately with the magic knife, his strength improved rapidly.

Mo Huasong is also a person who has consumed a lot of resources. He is about to fight this kind of fight and refine all the medicine in his body.

Mo Huasong took another handful of pills, and then attacked the magic knife again.

Seeing that Mo Huasong, who was almost injured, was still attacking him, the magic knife couldn't help frowning secretly.

How could this be?Why is Mo Batian still alive? How can he still attack himself?
But the magic knife is not worried, as long as he attacks a few more times, Mo Batian will definitely be finished.

Hahaha, Mo Batian, I'm already at the late stage of Nascent Soul, how can someone with your strength be able to resist it?
"Look at the trick." The magic knife yelled, and his right hand turned into a giant fist, and blasted towards Mo Huasong.

(End of this chapter)