Chapter 183

Mo Jun and Xie Xun were drunk. When they woke up, they had to force them to drink before they relieved the rest of the wine. At this time, it was also noon.

And on the other side of the night language, there is some riot.

"The White Dragon King hasn't come back yet?" The insect's face is solemn. It has been a day since the Dragon King entered. You know, the antidote has a time limit. At this time, the antidote has long passed its effect. Even if the Dragon King in white has profound internal skills, he will definitely die in the miasma for a long time.

As an ally of the Free Alliance, the Rose League, a super master, falls, and the worm will lose a lot.

Wuji sighed and said, "Let's wait for the news. This forest is like a natural maze. Even if there is an antidote, we still dare not go deep."

The bug naturally knows that Wuji is having fun now. There is no lady's sword in his heart, and there is no particularly powerful conspiracy in the Brotherhood. Now the Freedom Alliance has a loss. Naturally, their Hanxiang Pavilion is the most profitable, which is just a polite word.

But there is nothing the worm can do. This pigeon can't be used and can't be contacted. For this reason, the bug could only sigh and then began to consider future plans.

Mo Fan opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and looked left and right. Xiao Yuening was no longer there. After talking yesterday, the two fell asleep separately.

"Are you awake?" Mo Jun walked into the cave belonging to Mo Fan and said.

There are still many small caves in Xieson's cave, which are just used as guest rooms.

"Well, what can I do for you?" Mo Fan said.

"It's nothing, but did you find anything yesterday? I always feel that the plot is a little strange." Mo Jun said mysteriously.

Mo Fan glanced at him and said, "Are you pretending to be mysterious?"

Mo Jun shrugged his shoulders and said innocently, "Do I dare to play tricks in front of your god?"

"Dare you, didn't you fool me into hitting the bomb that time in New York? And on St. Louis, don't you also intang me to seduce that first lady? Also, in the Sahara Desert, you accidentally destroyed an oasis, which is also my crime..."

"Okay, okay, I was wrong!" Mo Jun quickly raised his hands and surrendered, and then said, "To be honest, do you feel that this game is not a simple game?"

Mo Fan frowned, muttered, and said, "Speaking strangely, there are indeed many, but if it's not a simple game, I think it's a little too much. I feel that these are innovations."

Mo Jun narrowed his eyes and said to himself: I'm sure you're fooling me!

"Okay, don't ask..." Before Mo Jun finished his words, he was interrupted by Xie Xun's blow.

"What kind of person! How dare you plotted with me!"

When the two heard the sound, they rushed out.

I saw a cold young man wiping the sword in his hand and a long sword shining with purple light. He said coldly, "The golden lion king Xie Xun, you are also a little stupid. Aren't the people who plotted you all coveting your dragon knives?"

Xie Xun had a sword in his chest, blood surging like a spring, and his face was like gold paper. He seemed to be seriously injured, and Xiao Yuening was rushing to arrive and click Xie Xun's several big holes in succession.

"What else are you looking at? Help fight the assassin!" Xiao Yuening looked at Mo Fan and Mo Jun there and said loudly.

The cold young man glanced at Mo Jun and Mo Fan and said, "The super first-class master is not my opponent. Don't die in vain!"

What a big tone!

Mo Jun and Mo Fan looked at each other. Mo Jun said, "Xiaofan, your hands are inconvenient. Let's work for your brother in this battle!" After saying that, without waiting for Mo Fan to respond, he pushed it out with a palm and went straight to the cold young man.

Mo Fan snorted coldly and said, "You're lucky."

The cold young smile said, "The inner strength is not weak, but it is not enough." After saying that, the purple gas sword was also pushed out with one palm.

With a bang, the two palms hit each other, Mo Jun smiled slightly, and the true energy of Jiuyang suddenly broke out all over his body, pouring down like a waterfall.

The cold young man slammed back seven steps in a row, and finally snorted and said in surprise, "What kind of trick is this! How can you be a first-class master to repel me?

Mo Jun shook his head and did not say anything. His palm was bullied again. This palm was thick and solemn. The cold young man only felt that there seemed to be a big mountain above his head, which forced him to retreat repeatedly. In desperation, he pulled out the purple sword and split the Huashan Mountain with a force. Unexpectedly, he made the sword into a knife and cut it down in a daze.

Mo Jun's eyes flashed, and he actually closed his palm and dodged the sword sideways.

Both of them stepped back a few steps, feeling that their opponents are not easy to mess with, and they are looking for an opportunity to kill with one blow. For Jiudou, it is not good for both sides.

The cold young man, after these two confrontations, knows that this person's internal strength is deep and is still above himself. This is simply an impossible existence among the super first-class masters. For Mo Jun, the sword of the cold young man just now not only dispels his mountain-like palm, but also makes his surging sword spirit chill himself. And Li, this person's strength is probably above himself.

Awesome!

Mo Fan was also secretly surprised to see it. This person knew at a glance that he was a player, and his strength must have surpassed the super first-class master. Even the peerless master has a deep knowledge. Unexpectedly, there are such outstanding opponents in the player world.

"What internal skills have you learned!" The cold young man put away his contemptuous eyes, but he did not expect that there would be a sense of hardship in his comeback.

"Can you guess?" Mo Jun smiled and then punched, but this time, he seemed to feel no strength and punched so gently.

But the cold young man did not dare to neglect it. The purple sword poked out and made the white crane bright wings, but the sword stabbed from the bottom to the top, but there was a feeling of sword trick.

"Good move!" Mo Jun couldn't help saying.

The cold young man just snorted coldly. The sword fist was about to hit each other, and the change suddenly appeared. Mo Jun's posture twisted and his fist changed. He gently and softly brushed past the edge of the sword and hit the cold young man's chest.

The cold young man's eyes flashed, but it was too late. The punch seemed soft, but the speed was so fast that he could only hear the sound of "soaring". Mo Jun seemed to hit more than a dozen punches in his fist.

The cold young man was punched back five steps.

"What kind of boxing are you!"

"What kind of boxing is this!"

At the same time, in addition to the cold young man who spit out a small mouthful of blood, there was also Mo Fan who was watching.

"Xi Zi, trickle." Mo Jun said.

Mo Fan thought: Where did he come from?

"Hidden martial arts?" The cold young man said, "Well, I still despise the enemy too much." After saying that, his eyes closed slightly, and when he opened it again, a cold light suddenly appeared.

"It's not good!" Mo Jun only had time to say these two words, and he felt a pain in his chest. He had been taken out by a huge force and sprayed out with a mouthful of blood.

"It's so fast!" Mo Fan only had time to say these two words, and he was taken several steps back by Mo Jun who flew out.

And the cold young man stood there coldly and arrogantly.

"This is my respect for you!"