Fengtian Longdi

Chapter 870

The ten fingers connected to the heart, and the moment the finger broke, beads of sweat appeared on the old man's face and rolled down.

"what--"

The sound of the old man's screams spread and rang in everyone's eardrums, and the expression on his face was very painful.

"Damn boy, if I don't chop you into pieces today, I swear I won't be a human being!" The old man twisted his old face like bark into a ball and roared angrily.

A monk in the realm of Wu Zun, let alone a finger, even if his arm is cut off, it will not be fatal. Right now, this person has been dazzled by anger, but anyone who is more sober will know that one punch can smash the enemy What kind of terrifying strength would a monk with ten fingers have.

Jiang Mo went up to him with pure physical strength, and unleashed his Bengshan Fist, filling the entire space with countless terrifying shadows that were approaching the extreme.

Everyone didn't dare to make a move for a while, they were intimidated by Jiang Mo's methods.

In fact, whether they fought alone or besieged Jiang Mo at the same time, the result would not make much difference.

The old man who was the first to strike just now was no match for Jiang Mo in terms of speed and strength. After about ten breaths, Jiang Mo found a loophole in his defense and punched him on the chest. The old man's chest suddenly collapsed, and he did not know how many sternums were broken.

puff!puff!
The old man spat out several mouthfuls of blood one after another, his figure was like a broken kite, and he flew backwards. The monks who followed closely wanted to catch the old man, but the force spread out, causing many monks to be caught. Take the fly out.

"This guy's physical strength is so strong! Could it be that he is a Lixiu?" Some people wondered in their hearts, but the wide ancient sword behind Jiang Mo showed that Jiang Mo was not a Lixiu.

Jiang Mo's eyes were indifferent, and he turned a blind eye to everyone's astonishment. His idea was very simple. If anyone wants to take away his luck, he will die!

His figure was like lightning, and the monks present couldn't stop him at all. The next moment, Jiang Mo appeared in front of the old man.

At this time, the eyes of the old man were already filled with fear, and he shouted in horror: "My lord, please let me go. It's me who has blind eyes, and I actually set my mind on the lord!"

Jiang Mo smiled coldly, reached out and grabbed it, "It's good to know, but you still need to pay some price."

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Mo's palm erupted with a terrifying force of attraction, and most of the old man's luck was directly taken away.

Although he couldn't take all his luck away, Jiang Mo wasn't discouraged, after all, there were nearly ten lovely monks around him!
When Jiang Mo's gaze turned, those monks were stunned and couldn't help shivering. How could that gaze be like a hunter's gaze on his prey?

Could it be that this guy has been pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger from the beginning to the end?
"Everyone, don't be intimidated. No matter how strong this person is, there is only one person. There are so many of us and we are so powerful. Even if each of us spits, we can drown him." A thin monk said sharply.

Hearing this, everyone felt that what they said was reasonable, but when they thought that the old man who was an eight-star martial master was like an ant and had no power to resist in front of Jiang Mo, everyone hesitated.

At this time, the cultivator with a rough voice and a more burly body rushed out and roared, "Let me see how much you weigh!"

"You deserve it too?" Jiang Mo curled his lips, and immediately stepped on the ground with the sole of his foot, and the smoke and dust flowed to both sides, while Jiang Mo was flying in the air, and directly punched out. The green fist wrapped in unrivaled power. There was a flash of light in the monk's hand, and two giant hammers emerged, shining with black light.

Bang, bang!

The muscles in his arms bulged, and the blue veins bulged like earthworms. He released a terrifying force, and he actually confronted the blue fist head-on.

Clang, clang!

The two forces collided, and two deep pits appeared in the tungsten steel hammer of the rough monk. The rough monk's eyelids trembled, and his heart was extremely shocked.

This tungsten steel hammer is a low-grade spiritual weapon, and it was blown out of two big holes by the opponent's brute force.

"Let's attack together, kill this kid, and then his luck will be divided equally." Someone shouted.

As soon as someone took the lead, the atmosphere was immediately mobilized, and everyone rushed towards Jiang Mo. Under the temptation of luck, they didn't care about the danger ahead.

As the saying goes, man dies for wealth, and bird dies for food.

Jiang Mo looked indifferently at the many monks whose eyes were shining with desire, and the Ancient Heavenly Punishment Sword flew out, and the light of the sword poured down like a waterfall, striking among them.

The tiger foraged alone, the wild boars gathered in groups, and Jiang Mo swept away the monks alone. His terrifying aura erupted, and some people vomited blood and retreated, and some even fell. Gradually, the blood calmed down the desperate monks .

They found that the white-haired young man's strength and swordsmanship were too terrifying. With every punch and sword slash, someone must be injured because of this, and they couldn't avoid it at all, as if their eyes were opened.

"This guy is terrible. We can't take away his luck at all. If this continues, everyone will die." Someone shouted frantically with fear in his voice.

"Yeah, if this continues, we will all die here. We can't entangle with him anymore."

Some people started to run away, and under Jiang Mo's sword, they finally realized what fear is.

"I let you go?"

At this time, Jiang Mo's voice sounded coldly, and the power of the ninth-level divine sense was released, making all the monks present feel a coercion from the soul.

The pressure was so terrifying that they didn't dare to resist at all, as if they would be crushed immediately if they moved.

Some people began to regret in their hearts, why they became obsessed with ghosts, and wanted to snatch Jiang Mo's luck. Here it is.

Jiang Mo grabbed the rough monk. The latter was like a sieve, sweating profusely. Jiang Mo didn't talk nonsense, and directly extracted his luck. When the last foot could not be extracted, he took the rough monk. The monk, like a dead dog, was thrown out.

The whole process is crisp and neat.

Someone wants to try to see if he can run, but when he just escaped Shizhang, the ancient sword of Heavenly Punishment seemed to have eyes, and it rushed over, leaving a blood hole on the fat monk's ass. The monk screamed in fright and froze on the spot, not even daring to take a breath.

"Try to move again?" Jiang Mo's slightly domineering voice came. Those monks who wanted to snatch Jiang Mo's luck before now all stood upright and motionless like children facing the teacher.

Just like that, Jiang Mo walked over slowly, drawing out luck one by one. Half an hour later, the luck on Jiang Mo's body was already seven or eight feet high, and it was still dark blue.

"Sure enough, it's faster like this." Jiang Mo nodded in satisfaction, and when everyone present heard it, they almost died of anger.

　Tonight's update was posted early.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)