Fengtian Longdi

Chapter 709

Hearing the very plain words of the burly middle-aged man, Jiang Mo couldn't help frowning. This guy gave people a feeling of uncertainty.

Even from this person, he couldn't feel his aura fluctuations.

However, Jiang Mo didn't take it too seriously. After all, some strong men have that kind of real martial arts weapon, which can cover up their own aura, so that the other party can't see the depth.

The fat man who was called the young master by the burly middle-aged man suddenly showed a smile on his face. He knew better than anyone else that this burly and unsmiling middle-aged man looked ordinary on the surface, but his strength was extremely tyrannical.

At the beginning, I don't know how many strong men who went to the Blood Knife League to provoke were killed by the burly middle-aged man, and then they were skinned extremely bloody and hung in front of the door of the Blood Knife League.

From then on, the reputation of the Blood Knife League spread throughout the entire Donglin City.

Even the mysterious city lord wanted to sell the blood knife alliance to save some face.

Around, there are more and more onlookers.

There are hardly any ordinary people who can gain a foothold in Donglin City, and most of these people are monks with good strength.

"Tsk tsk, someone really dares to provoke the Blood Knife League! I have to say, you are very brave!" Someone exclaimed.

"Hey, I'm afraid people have almost forgotten the bloody incident eight years ago. The reason why the Blood Knife League has such a vicious reputation today is not because of this dull middle-aged man in front of me?"

"Anyone who thinks that he doesn't like to talk is a merciful master, then he is probably very wrong."

"That young man in black, I think he is not weak. But at this age, no matter how strong he is, how strong can he be? These days, genius monks who don't know how to restrain their edge are all buried early. Under the loess."

"Anyway, uncle caught up with a good show today."

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The people around were talking a lot, and almost everyone was not optimistic about Jiang Mo, because the reputation of the burly middle-aged man was too prevalent in Donglin City.

Looking at the eyes of the people around him, Jiang Mo couldn't help pinching his nose, does he really look that weak?

After taking a breath, Jiang Mo took a step slowly, and the aura of his whole body rose at this moment. Since he didn't know the depth of the opponent's strength, he released his aura to oppress the opponent, at least to be a preemptive strike.

As Jiang Mo's aura increased step by step, the eyes of the people around him who were watching the excitement gradually changed.

There was even the sound of gasping for air from time to time.

"Damn, this guy is too strong! He is actually a strong Martial Emperor!"

"How old is he! He has reached this level, and his future is limitless!"

"But it's a pity that I met the person from the Blood Knife Alliance. I am afraid that this person has fallen before he rose."

Among the onlookers, there are not many real strong people. They can only roughly infer from Jiang Mo's aura that Jiang Mo has the cultivation level of the Martial Emperor, but as for a few star Martial Emperors, they don't have that ability yet. know.

"Even I was mistaken. You actually have the cultivation of an eight-star Martial Emperor!" Even the unsmiling, burly middle-aged man showed a hint of surprise on his face.

Jiang Mo smiled, but did not answer.

Possessing the powerful spiritual power of the seventh level, he can freely retract and release his own breath.

The reason why only the eight-star Martial Emperor's strength was revealed was to reduce the defense of the burly middle-aged man.

If the latter couldn't even defeat the Eight-Star Martial Emperor, then he wouldn't pose any threat to Jiang Mo.

If he was stronger than the eight-star Martial Emperor, then, with Jiang Mo's super strength in the realm of Wuzong, he would not be killed here.

After exclaiming, the burly middle-aged man stopped talking. He chopped the sole of his foot heavily on the ground. When the ground left thick cracks, it spread around like a spider web.

At the same time, his body slammed into Jiang Mo like a cannonball.

Boom, boom!

Where the two were standing, there was a deafening roar, and some of the onlookers who were approaching quickly backed away hundreds of feet, lest the two fight against each other and harm Chi Yu.

Seeing the burly middle-aged man rushing forward, Jiang Mo's face remained unchanged. He clenched his fists tightly, his finger bones made a cracking sound, and the veins on his arm suddenly jumped, like fresh earthworms.

"Bengshan Fist!" Jiang Mo shouted, and immediately raised his fists, a mountain-like aura suddenly enveloped him.

Some onlookers around suddenly staggered and almost fell.

Even at a distance of hundreds of feet, Jiang Mo could still feel the terrifying pressure from Jiang Mo's hands and fists.

"It's so strong!"

The people around were amazed.

Even the burly middle-aged man's forward figure was hindered, and he was no longer as fast as before.

Bang, bang, bang...

When the two met, Jiang Mo's fists were like raindrops, and he slammed down the burly middle-aged man mercilessly, and there were continuous, dull sounds like setting off firecrackers.

The fat man who was waiting to see Jiang Mo being beaten into a pig's head was stunned, as if he had eaten a fly, and his face was extremely ugly.

The situation in front of him was completely different from what he expected. In his opinion, as long as the burly middle-aged man made a move, he would definitely defeat that hateful guy with thunder.

But the fact is that the black-clothed youth was able to stay calm in the fight against the burly middle-aged man, not to mention gaining the upper hand, at least the two were temporarily tied.

"Damn it!" The fat man tore off his robe, folded his arms around his chest, and watched the fierce battle in the arena with cold eyes.

Under the feet of the two, the bluestone slabs were shattered inch by inch, and all of them were turned into powder.

Their battle even attracted the attention of the defenders of the City Lord's Mansion, but none of the defenders dared to stop them. A battle of this level was simply not something that a small defender could participate in.

"Ghost shadows wandering around!"

Jiang Mo let out a low cry in his heart, and immediately Yuanli poured into the soles of his feet. His figure became a little faster again, and behind him, a series of afterimages could be seen emerging.

Although there was no weak hand present, no one could see which afterimage Jiang Mo's true self was hiding in.

"Boy, you are very fast!" The burly middle-aged man suddenly grinned.

"You're not slow." Jiang Mo said lightly.

After finishing speaking, the two exchanged palms again, and immediately both retreated.

"It's been a long time since I met an opponent. If I beat you today, I will let you die with dignity!" The burly middle-aged man said seriously.

Jiang Mo shook his head, and responded lightly: "I'm not afraid that the wind will flash my tongue."

"Whether I'm talking big or not, you will know soon." The burly middle-aged man's breath sank, and his palms flickered quickly in a dazzling way.

"The coffin cracker!"

As soon as the words fell, those iron-like palms suddenly snapped...

(End of this chapter)