Huaxian

Chapter 2953 Mo Ling Patriarch
Sure enough, on the street below, the three martial arts practitioners looked forward and said with a cold expression.

"You have the guts to attack us, do you know that I am from Hongshanbao!"

"Old man, quickly cut off your hands and kowtow to say sorry! Otherwise, when our deacon arrives, you will be dead!"

They are indeed from Hongshanbao, this time they are here to participate in the gambling.

It's just that they were too excited, so they took a step ahead.But they didn't expect that someone here would make trouble for them.

"You are too arrogant, even if your deacon saw me, he would not have the guts to be so presumptuous."

Directly opposite, the old man in black robe smacked his mouth, showing a murderous smile: "Give me the invitation letter on your body right now. I will spare your life."

"Otherwise, I will definitely let you all die!"

"Death!"

"You still want our invitation letter just because of you?"

The martial arts practitioner in Hongshanbao smiled coldly: "Look at you, you should be an idle martial arts practitioner, you don't even have an invitation letter, and you still have the guts to come here to find trouble?"

"Offending Hongshanbao is your biggest mistake!"

"Brothers, go up and kill him!"

The three martial arts practitioners from Hongshanbao shouted angrily, and then rushed to the surroundings with surging strength.

The mighty aura covered the front with the sound of thunder and thunder.

"This old guy who killed a thousand swords, go to hell!" The three laughed badly.

Boom!
They swung their fists quickly, and one after another golden light turned into a powerful golden dragon, rising into the sky.

Every afterimage of the demon dragon is like a golden casting, with a sturdy strength.

"What a powerful force!"

These three martial arts practitioners in Hongshan Castle must be strong.

The nearby martial arts practitioners were extremely surprised when they saw this scene.

However, the old man in black robe smiled coldly.Immediately, he backhanded the black umbrella behind him.

The black oil umbrella was as tall as a man, extremely black, with one after another dark blue lines engraved on the umbrella surface, flashing like bound spirits.

The black oil umbrella stretched out and stood in the sky, covering the front with a majestic power like a mountain.

Powerful strength, shocking!

Then, in the high mountain, he rushed forward.

The bound spirit was extremely weird, bursting out with brilliance, and rushed to the front at high speed.

In an instant, the three golden yellow dragons were completely shattered.

Not only that, the destructive power of the huge bound spirit remained undiminished, and it directly hit the bodies of the three Hongshanbao martial arts practitioners heavily.

boom!
Immediately, the three of them spurted blood continuously and were sent flying.

The people nearby were all dumbfounded when they saw this scene.

"The cooperation of such a tough three people can't stop the blow of this black-robed old man. Who is this old guy?"

"It's impossible to kill a thousand swords! Who are you?"

"How can you be so tough?"

Three martial arts practitioners from Hongshan Castle were lying on the ground with hopelessness on their faces.

"Hmph, you don't even recognize me, and you have the guts to walk outside?"

The black-robed old man smiled contemptuously, waved his hand, and grabbed the black oil umbrella that was in the midair.

"Daotianshen Umbrella, could it be that you are the ancestor of Mo Ling!" The eyes of the three Hongshanbao disciples shrank suddenly.

"You guys are quite knowledgeable!" The black-robed old man snorted coldly.

After hearing this, the people nearby broke into a cold sweat: "What, he is the ancestor of Mo Ling, no wonder he is so tough!"

"Then it should be the Taoist Umbrella? It's really powerful!"

"Oh, it seems that the three people in Hongshanbao kicked the steel plate this time."

"That's right, even though Patriarch Mo Ling is just an idle martial artist, his fighting power is very strong."

"And it is said that he has dug the tombs of many experts in the realm of harmony between man and nature, and obtained many treasures. Therefore, his combat effectiveness is extremely strong."

"Ordinary people, no one really has the guts to offend him."

"This Mo Ling patriarch also wants an invitation letter. Could it be that he is also going to participate in the gambling event?"

Discussions sounded one after another.

Obviously, everyone is still very afraid of this ancestor Mo Ling.

Liu Chen half-closed his eyes, it seemed that this old man in black robe called Mo Ling did have a bit of reputation.

However, he didn't think too much, but watched silently.

Below, three Hongshan Fort practitioners gritted their teeth and said, "Ancestor Mo Ling, although you are powerful in combat, we are from Hongshan Fort!"

"You have the guts to touch us, aren't you afraid of being chased by Hongshanbao?"

"No matter how powerful you are, you can't compare with our Hongshanbao!"

But after hearing this, the old man in black robe said with a smile: "You three youngsters, you'd better hand over the invitation letter honestly."

"Otherwise, if you provoke me, I will really kill you."

"If it's really impossible, I can hide in the mountains, so I don't believe that you can still find me in Hongshan Castle?"

"Wait five or six years before coming out, I'm afraid no one will remember this matter!"

"Think clearly."

Damn!

Hearing the man's threat, the faces of the three Hongshanbao martial arts practitioners were very ugly.

Indeed, if that person eats the weight and is determined to hide, no matter how powerful Hongshan Fort is, it may be difficult to find him.

Therefore, the three of them did not have the guts to take risks.

They gritted their teeth and took out an invitation letter unwillingly.

"Invitation letter for this gambling event!"

One person threw the invitation letter forward.

Swish!
Patriarch Mo Ling waved his long sleeves domineeringly, took the invitation letter in his hand, and then looked at it seriously.

Finding out that it was indeed an invitation letter for a gambling club, he smashed it and smiled,
"Go away!"

Ancestor Mo Ling waved his long sleeves again, and three majestic forces gushed out, knocking the three martial arts practitioners from Hongshan Castle flying.

But he laughed loudly, his figure flashed, and he rose into the sky.

The nearby martial arts practitioners kept screaming, but no one dared to resist at all.After all, they knew how powerful Patriarch Mo Ling was, and they didn't have the guts to offend him.

However, Liu Chen's eyes flickered.

His figure flashed like a wisp of smoke, and disappeared in the restaurant in an instant.Then he quickly followed Patriarch Mo Ling.

To be honest, Liu Chen didn't have any intentions at first, after all, this matter has nothing to do with him.

But in the end, when he saw Patriarch Mo Ling making a move because he was snatching the invitation letter for the gambling meeting, Liu Chen had an idea in his heart.

He also wants to participate in the gamble, but he has no choice but no invitation letter.

At this moment, God-given opportunity, the invitation letter appears here.If he can beat Patriarch Mo Ling, he can get the invitation letter.

Moreover, Patriarch Mo Ling had originally snatched this invitation letter, so he would not feel any burden in his heart if he snatched it again.

Thinking of this, he followed slowly.

Ahead, Patriarch Mo Ling stopped after flying thousands of miles.

There are vast mountains nearby, and they have long been far away from the city.

Ancestor Mo Ling was floating in midair, he turned his head abruptly, his eyes pierced the sky like a sharp sword light.

He said in a cold voice: "Follow me all the way, if you have the guts, get out!"

"Ok?"

After hearing this, Liu Chen twitched his eyebrows. Could it be that he was discovered?

However, just as he was about to show up, a figure suddenly appeared in the sky on the other side.

It was a middle-aged man in white clothes, holding a folding fan, dressed as a Confucian scholar.

His appearance is cold, floating in the void.His eyes were like blades, staring straight ahead.

"Old Ancestor Mo Ling, it's really not for nothing. I was so careful, but I was still discovered!"

"Excuse me, there are still people!"

Liu Chen was surprised, that person's hiding skills are very good.

It's not that he couldn't find that person, but that he didn't investigate at all.

Because he didn't expect that someone would dare to attack him.

But at the moment, it seems that you must check your surroundings.

Therefore, Liu Chen unfolded his sword spirit and looked in all directions, only to find that the middle-aged man in white was following him.

After all, Patriarch Mo Ling's fighting power was so powerful that ordinary masters of the Harmony of Heaven and Man wouldn't have the guts to attack him at all.

This middle-aged man in white clothes must not be an ordinary person.

"Lanying Confucian scholar, you alone dare to plot against me? You really don't know the heights of heaven and earth!"

"Why, do you also want the invitation letter for this gambling event?"

After hearing this, the middle-aged man in white shook his head: "It's just an invitation letter, it's nothing to me."

"What I'm interested in is the Taoist umbrella in your hand!"

"Old Ancestor Mo Ling, how about you take out your Celestial Umbrella and let me play with it?"

"Death!"

Patriarch Mo Ling got angry, the Daotian Shen Umbrella was his treasure, and it was impossible to give it to others.

So immediately, he said in an emotionless tone, "Scholar Lanying, since you came here to die, you can't blame me!"

After finishing speaking, he pulled out the Dao Tian Shen Umbrella behind him, and the whole body once again burst into a lingering aura.

He is like a demon king, disdainful of all heroes, and the Dao Tian Shen Umbrella in his hand shines even more darkly.

The blue lines on the umbrella flicker, like a real bound spirit, extremely mysterious.

"I have seen the destructive power of the Taoist umbrella today!"

The middle-aged man in white laughed wildly, and then a golden wolf hair appeared in his hand.

The old monster Mo Ling snorted coldly, turned out the Taoist umbrella in his hand, and burst out a burst of extremely powerful aura.

The Heavenly God Umbrella bloomed with brilliance, and a galaxy of stars escaped, like a sky knife, sweeping across the front.

Carrying the strength of the sky, the Xinghe cut through the sky, and instantly attacked the middle-aged man in white clothes.

Swish!
The middle-aged man in white clothes was not afraid at all, he waved the golden wolf hair in his hand, and swung it quickly in mid-air.

The golden-yellow wolf hairs are bursting with golden awns, but the lines drawn are extremely blood-red, exuding a strong smell of blood.

Soon, a portrait of a demon king with a murderous appearance, a blue face, long teeth, and two wings appeared in midair.

If people see it, they can't help clapping their hands.

However, a strange change is taking place under the golden-yellow wolf hair.

The murderous demon king seemed to come alive, he jumped out, walked into the sky, and turned into a real demon king.

Hey!
A shout of anger shook the sky for nine days.

Liu Chen, who was watching from the corner, was astonished.

He didn't expect that the skills, spells and instruments in the hands of these two people were so miraculous.

He had never seen it before.

So at this moment, his eyes flickered and he watched carefully.

In mid-air, the terrifying attacks collided together, bursting out with dazzling light.

The whole universe is trembling.

Countless mysterious lights erupted, and countless large cracks appeared on the ground. The surrounding mountains were cut in two, and the majestic force rushed towards it.

Liu Chen hid in the dark, using the Xuanfeng to steal a step, and opened the distance.

He walked to a safe place and watched the battle quietly again.

Ahead, a shocking explosion.Then, the middle-aged man in white clothes and the old Mo Ling retreated three kilometers each, their expressions extremely tense.

But not long after, Patriarch Mo Ling snorted coldly, he activated the Taoist Umbrella, and turned it into hundreds of giant umbrellas.

Like a mountain-opening sword, a terrifying and fierce aura shot up into the sky.

At this time, he was like a demon king, with fierce eyes, the robes on his body trembling, and the icy air gushing out rapidly.

Cooperating with the Taoist Umbrella, he quickly launched one after another shocking attack.

(End of this chapter)