Chapter 180 Defeat Yan Ping

Mo Xu raised his eyebrows slightly. He didn't like to cause trouble. Just now, Yan Ping killed Feng Wu, but Mo Xu did not investigate. He was already selling Yan Ping's face. Unexpectedly, Yan Pingfei didn't get this face, but stopped him from leaving. This kind of naked provocation is not tolerable by Mo Xu.

"Brother Mo, come as soon as you want. If you want to leave, you don't pay attention to me Yan Ping. If you want to go, you can leave 100,000 gem coins! Or a top-level mysterious weapon." Yan Ping said aggressively, obviously, in Yan Ping's eyes, Mo Xu has been drawn into the kind of crowd that can be trampled at will.

Mo Xu took a deep breath, and the fate wheel has begun to turn in his mind. Today, what Yan Ping has done is really unbearable. Moreover, Mo Xu is not a coward.

Feng Yong next to him looked at Yan Ping angrily. Originally, taking a breath was enough to make him unhappy, but he didn't expect this guy to take the initiative to look for trouble. As long as this guy dares to fight against Mo Xu, Feng Yong will definitely rush up as soon as possible.

Mo Xu did not speak, Yan Ping did not speak, and the other spectators in the alley did not speak. This state lasted for about half a minute, and the expression on Yan Ping's face finally became completely angry: "Since Brother Mo doesn't compensate, don't blame me for doing anything bad!"

After saying that, Yan Ping shook his body and rushed to Mo Xu. His cyan fist was powerful and hit Mo Xu's body.

If Mo Xu really has strength, how can he let Yan Ping bully him so much? Mo Xu was silent for half a minute. In Yan Ping's view, it was a symbol of lack of strength.

As for whether he will be besieged by the disciples of the Huashu sect, that will happen in the future. Yan Ping is also lazy to think about it. Besides, they don't dare to provoke, but they are all of the same heart. At that time, even if the birch gate really does it, they will not be afraid. In a word, it is the right way to get your face back now.

The atmosphere reached the most ** in an instant. Everyone in the alley looked at the entrance of the alley motionless. It would be a pity if they missed this kind of bustle.

"Get out of here!" Before Mo Xu could take action, Feng Yong next to Mo Xu rushed up.

Feng Wu's death, coupled with Yan Ping's insult to Mo Xu just now, all the new hatred and old hatred completely burst out in an instant.

After two months of practice, he has gone to the Holy Land of Huashu Gate. Feng Yong has also already broken through the first level of Wuxuan and successfully understood the most suitable way for him.

Feng Yong's physique is relatively strong and powerful. The way of madness, hence the name of thought, is the madness above power and nerves. Once used, the power and explosive power will greatly increase, and you will completely become a person who can only fight.

Feng Yong's fist collided with Yan Ping's fist, and the two cyan lights met, and only heard Peng's sound... Both of them took a few steps back and touched each other.

After all, Yan Ping is a six-level strong man, and his level is six levels higher than Feng Yong. It is only because Feng Yong has supported the way of explosion that he has become a draw. Yan Ping's eyes were like a knife, and he pulled out a knife from the space ring with a bang.

The big knife bent slightly from the middle, like a cutting knife. As soon as the knife was pulled out, a domineering breath suddenly broke out, and the blade body flowed with pure blue spiritual power.

As one of the most proud inner disciples of the knife door, Yan Ping also understood the knife way. The elder of Ba Daomen even gave Yan Ping a high-level treasure snake dragon knife. Through the snake dragon knife, he can play a perfect knife and improve his combat effectiveness a lot.

Everyone in the alley looked at it quietly. There were many people who came often and knew the power of Yan Ping's knife method. Once the knife is used, let alone the Wuxuan period, it will connect with the Tianqi, and Yan Ping also has the power to fight. Otherwise, the so-called eight-dare name will not fall on his head casually.

"Give me to death!" When Yan Ping raised the big knife, the knife body was instantly full of cyan spiritual power. In addition to cyan spiritual power, it was also full of a domineering breath.

I can't see it, but I can feel it. This is the way.

Feng Yong also immediately took out a big knife from the space ring, but compared with Yan Ping's big knife, his knife was obviously much weaker. Although there is a bonus of explosiveness, the breath is still more than a little different from Yan Ping's knife.

"Come back!" Mo Xu grabbed Feng Yong's shoulder with his right hand, suddenly pulled him, and pulled Feng Yong back. From the breath, it can be seen that Feng Yong and Yan Ping are one and a half grades apart.

"Wu Xuan is at level 5, and it's time to try it!" Mo Xu's eyes shrank slightly, and everyone only felt a breeze touching him. A flower in front of him suddenly disappeared.

When each path reaches perfection, it can make its own debut. Originally, there was no wind, but it was only because Mo Xu's wind was perfect, so that he could produce wind in vain.

Yan Pingyuan's forward footsteps stopped in an instant and gently closed his eyes, while the hearing and smell in his facial features maintained the most vigilance from time to time. He knew that Mo Xu did not disappear, but was too fast for the human eye to catch it. Since the eyes can't catch it, it can only rely on hearing and smell.

"be to you!" Yan Ping only felt that his hair was gently blown by the wind, his ears moved slightly, and his movements did not stop at all. The knife stabbed backwards.

Yan Ping stabbed empty. He was not depressed, which was a reasonable thing. If Mo Xu was stabbed with one blow, he could not bear the title of disciple of Huashumen. His eyes are still closed and his ears are gently moving.

"Left!" Yan Ping turned around and cut the knife to the left again. But it has not been cut to the left side, and the breath on the left side has disappeared, and the right side has been replaced.

Peng... punched Yan Ping on the right side of his body. Yan Ping's soft ribs hurt, staggered two steps, and retreated to the distance.

"The knife is too large, and it is difficult to swing, and some small movements can't be done at all." Yan Ping opened his eyes and looked at Mo Xu, who was a few meters away from him. He carefully withdrew the knife in his hand to the space ring again and rubbed the pain on the left side of his body: "However, his strength is really small. If it is bigger, my weakness will be broken."

If he knew Yan Ping's idea, Mo Xu would certainly be helpless. He also wants to be more powerful, but this does not mean that he can get bigger. So far, Mo Xu's own learned combat skills, in addition to traveling, are purple-level combat skills and heavy fists... Purple-level combat skills and heavy fists, the power he can exert in this level of battle can be imagined.

Everyone in the alley was surprised. They were just a blink of an eye. Yan Ping, who was called eight dare not provoke, has taken a few steps back. This new teenager is really awesome.

At this time, Mo Xu disappeared again, and everyone knew that it was extremely fast.

Yan Ping snorted and closed his eyes again. Maybe others feel that the two stand together and Mo Xu has the upper hand, but Yan Ping knows that if Mo Xu is only fast but his attack power is not enough, it is not to worry at all.

At this time, Yan Ping's previous feeling reappeared, his hair moved gently, and his sensitive hearing once again confirmed Mo Xu's position.

"Front!" Yan Ping punched forward with his right fist. Like last time, before the fist arrived, Yan Ping felt a change of direction again, "Left!" At this time, Yan Ping did not withdraw his right fist, but his left fist shot out.

The fist is much more flexible than a knife in this case. Moreover, Yan Ping used Qingjie combat skills in every punch. He believes that as long as he hits Mo Xu with one punch, it will be a small victory.

"Rein the rear!" The position changed again. This time, Yan Ping had to withdraw his right fist and suddenly turned around and hit the rear.

"Peng!" Finally, this time, his Yan Ping's fist hit Mo Xu's chest firmly.

Mo Xu did not retreat a few steps, let alone spit blood... The result was completely unexpected by Yan Ping. His fist hit Mo Xu's chest, but it was like hitting a piece of iron, extremely hard. Opening his eyes, Mo Xu was looking at him with an interesting face, and his eyes were full of sadistic sarcasm.

"This is my turn!" Mo Xu said softly, and suddenly, his left and right arms were shining with a dazzling purple light, and then his arms were like a wave drum. Peng Pengpeng... Mo Xu's fists were like free of charge, punches and punches, all hitting Yan Ping's head.

Maybe the power of each punch is not great, and it is not even an attack for Yan Ping. It's a lot better. One punch after another, at least a dozen punches in a second. Even if Yan Ping wants to avoid it, the inertia of the punches makes him unable to withdraw.

Moreover, for today's Mo Xu, the spiritual power consumed is almost negligible. In the blink of an eye, Mo Xu punched nearly a thousand punches.

"Peng!" After the last blow, Yan Ping flew out directly and then hit the wall. His face was like a pig's head, which looked very funny.

Yan Ping got up from the ground with difficulty, but as soon as he got up, he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, mixed with broken teeth.

"You, you..." Because his teeth fell out, it was difficult for Yan Ping to speak and couldn't speak clearly.

The people in the hutong were also stunned, too N-forced and too domineering...

"Does he use purple combat skills?"

"Yes, what I saw was the purple battle skill, and the light on his arm was purple!"

"I didn't expect the purple level combat skills to be so powerful that I actually defeated Yan Ping. Yan Ping is at least the strength of Wuxuan's sixth level."

Everyone in the alley suddenly became noisy, defeating a six-level Wuxuan with purple combat skills, which is amazing enough! And the name Mo Xu has been heard by everyone in this small alley. They all know that in addition to the eight daring to provoke, Mo Xu is also extremely untouchable.

"Feng Yong, let's go." Mo Xu didn't look at Yan Ping, but turned around and walked out.

However, I have to say that for a moment of confrontation, Mo Xu felt that Yan Ping's strength was still very strong. His sense of hearing, smell and reaction speed could find opponents at the same level. If his punch just now works, I'm afraid that he will fall down now. The battle of the strong is just a breath.

However, it's a pity that he is practicing the extreme training method. Now that he has broken through the fifth level of Wuxuan, his physical strength is not much worse than that of Tongtian period. Yan Ping is only the sixth level of Wuxuan, and that punch is far from hurting himself.

"Wait..." Feng Yong shouted and looked at Yan Ping with a pig's face. His face was full of anger. He stood still for several seconds, and his clenched fists were still separated. Now Yan Ping does not have the ability to return, but Feng Yong still knows that if he kills Yan Ping, it will only cause endless trouble for Mo Xu.

He trotted to the place where Feng Wu died, with a sigh of regret on his face. He picked up Feng Wu and followed him.

No matter how bad Feng Wu is, after all, the two have been living together for more than ten years. How can that relationship completely disappear because of one or two things? If he can do it, but ignores Feng Wu's body, then Feng Yong will not be called Feng Yong.

Holding Feng Wu behind Mo Xu, they just walked more than ten steps, but they heard a sneer. The two looked up and saw a big bird flying down. Before the bird arrived, a person jumped off its back.

Who is Qiao Lingjian, wearing a white coat and a sword in his back?