Fengtian Longdi

Chapter 710
"An Zuo envoy actually used the coffin-cracking hand, tsk tsk, it's not easy! That kid can force An Zuo envoy to this point, it's not bad." The fat man said tsk tsk.

There are two envoys of the Blood Knife League, one is the burly middle-aged man in front of him, the left envoy.

As for the right envoy, he has been in seclusion in the Blood Knife League, and even he, the young master of the Blood Knife League, doesn't have many chances to meet the right envoy.

However, since one of the two envoys was sent to protect the young lord, it was enough to see how much the head of the Bleeding Sword League loved his son.

Jiang Mo raised his eyes slightly, and after seeing the palm with a string of black afterimages, he drew out the Ancient Heavenly Punishment Sword.

Shua, Shua, Shua!

He shook his wrist rapidly, and he saw the heavy ancient sword flying rapidly in his hand, and then hundreds of thousands of bright sword lights slowly appeared in that space.

"Fancy sword moves can't stop An Zuoshi's attack at all." The fat man curled his lips and said disdainfully.

It has to be said that Jiang Mo's Devil May Cry sword technique is extremely gorgeous, and has attracted many monks' admiration.

But if Jiang Mo didn't make a move, it would be fine, if he did, it would definitely not be that kind of flashy move!

Jian Guang tore through the air, and the two palms that were slapped down brazenly struck together abruptly.

Click, click, click...

However, everyone soon saw that the pair of iron palms of the burly middle-aged man quickly broke through hundreds of sword lights with a destructive force.

At that moment, someone sighed softly, that young man in black might soon be defeated.

And the young master of the Blood Knife League also had a smug look on his face, he had already made up his mind that as long as An Zuoshi defeated that person, he would make that guy's life worse than death.

"This guy's strength is barely strong." Looking at the palms that seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, Jiang Mo had roughly judged the cultivation of the burly middle-aged man in his heart.

The strength of the Nine Star Martial Emperor may be considered good in Donglin City, but in Jiang Mo's eyes, it is not enough.

"It's over!" Jiang Mo shouted, after those iron palms shattered layers of sword light.

Jiang Mo jumped up, like a roc spreading its wings.

"Hmph, what's the use of hiding?" The young master of the Blood Knife Alliance snorted coldly.

Miss Jing Shu stood beside Han Li, with her crescent-like eyes wide open, she asked softly, "Uncle Han Li, can Mr. Jiang Mo defeat that guy?"

Han Li's eyes were also fixed on the two people who were fighting fiercely. He shook his head and said, "I can't see it either."

After breaking the sword light with one palm, the aura of the burly middle-aged man suddenly climbed to the peak. At this time, even with the treasure to cover his cultivation, his aura was fully exposed.

"Boy, I'm trying my big coffin-cracking hand!" With the loud shout of the burly middle-aged man, the pair of iron palms suddenly grew to a thousand feet in size, and a pair of huge handprints took shape in an instant.

This is the burly middle-aged man's painstaking and solitary attainment. After years of research, he improved this coffin-cracking hand and became a powerful martial art comparable to the low-ranking low-ranking ones!

Jiang Mo's figure was in the air, and above his arm, there was a cyan light of Yuanli surging rapidly, and finally poured all of it into the ancient sword of Tian Xing.

"Changhong pierces the sun!"

At this moment, his slightly closed eyes slowly opened, and a low shout came from his throat, and immediately his arms trembled, and the sword suddenly slashed down.

Rumble!
A dazzling sword energy about a thousand feet in size came through the air with an unrivaled posture.

Everything along the way was shattered and gone!

Everyone's eyes were full of shock, staring blankly at the terrifying light curtains that each occupied half of the sky.

In the next instant, the two attacks crashed into each other.

Boom!

The deafening roaring sound suddenly swept out at this moment, and the surrounding buildings and buildings were all reduced to ruins in an instant!

Terrible fluctuations of Yuan Force raged, and those onlookers who were affected immediately spurted a mouthful of blood. Those with stronger strength fled the scene long before the collision happened.

The young master of the Blood Knife League was stunned. He was horrified to find that the thousand-foot-long white sword energy directly destroyed the thousand-foot handprint of the burly middle-aged man in a destructive manner. On the body of the burly middle-aged man.

puff!

Even though the latter had the body protection of Yuanli, he immediately spurted out a large mouthful of blood, and even faintly visible, the scarlet broken internal organs.

From this, it can be seen how powerful Jiang Mo's blow was!

"Uncle Han Li, Mr. Jiang Mo seems to have won!" Seeing this scene, the girl was so excited that her pretty face flushed.

Han Li also showed a relieved smile on his face.

When Jiang Mo slashed out with that sword just now, he had already held back, otherwise even Han Li and the others would be affected.

"How is it possible? How could An Zuo envoy be defeated?" The young master of the Blood Knife League's eyes bulged, and he couldn't believe the scene in front of him.

He also planned to make that black-clothed youth feel worse than death for a while, kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy.

"Envoy An Zuo, you must have shown mercy. Now, I order you as the young master of the Blood Knife League, you must defeat that guy!"

After Jiang Mo defeated the burly middle-aged man with one sword, he didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue him. He had already won, so he didn't want to continue killing people.

Seeing that Jiang Mo's breath had subsided, the burly middle-aged man took a deep breath, cupped his fists and said to Jiang Mo, "I'm defeated."

After finishing speaking, regardless of the opposition of the young master of the Blood Knife Alliance, he directly pulled him away, lest the young man in black change his mind and slaughter the young master if he was unhappy.

After the burly middle-aged man and the young master of the Blood Knife League left, there were bursts of exclamations from around.

what just happened?
They couldn't even believe their eyes.

That's the An Zuo Envoy of the Blood Knife League!

He was once known as the executioner of Donglin City, but now he was actually defeated by a young man in black.

If this gets out, it will be a blast!
The onlookers who had just been blown away by the aftermath of the battle wiped the blood from the corners of their mouths, and then began to discuss in private. An Zuo envoy was willing to bow down.

Jiang Mo ignored everyone's eager discussions, and walked towards Han Li and the others.

"Mr. Jiang Mo, you were really good just now! You defeated that guy with a single sword, so brave!" Miss Jing Shu's crescent-shaped eyes were full of admiration.

"Mr. Jiang Mo, Han thought you were only in the realm of the Martial Emperor before. Judging from the battle just now, I am afraid that you are Wuzong. You also have the strength to fight?"

There was an unconcealable excitement in Han Li's voice.

(End of this chapter)