Chapter 170 The Last Strike!

"Senior Mo!" Song Yu shouted and rushed to him.

When the man in blue saw Mo Qianglong's sudden climbing momentum, his speed dropped and he stopped. First, he waved a palm and fand the hurricane used by Song Yu. Then he looked at Mo Qianglong with a trace of strange eyes and said in a low voice, "Your soul power is weakening. I didn't expect that your mortal can actually create This kind of soul-burning skill!"

"Huh! Don't talk nonsense! Pick up the old man's last blow!" Mo Qianglong shouted coldly, and his whole body suddenly rotated. It was the spinning technique. In the process of rotation, the momentum of his whole body continued to condense into a little, like a cone. At this time, with a bang, Mo Qianglong's whole body burned a blazing flame. Even a few meters away, he could feel its hot temperature.

Mo Qianglong's whole body turned faster and faster, as if it had become a rapid spiral. The addition of the flame became a frightening fire cone, and all the attack power was concentrated at one point.

In the middle of the time, the man in blue did not stop it. He looked at the scene silently and suddenly said, "You! It deserves the respect of my Shen Long! If you don't die, I can let you go!" At this time, the soul beast attacked the man in blue. The man in blue was so angry that he waved his sickle and shouted, "Get out!" This sickle is much stronger than the previous strength, splitting the already weak soul beast far away.

Besides, Zhou Xing, when he heard that the man in blue claimed that this was the "reincarnation sect" situation, he couldn't help frowning and thinking that he felt the breath of the spiritual vein at that time. It was likely to be the reincarnation sect. He couldn't help complaining that he didn't take this into account. Generally speaking, practitioners will avoid opening up caves in the territory of other sects, otherwise they will challenge the authority of that sect.

Then, seeing Mo Qianglong escape and attacking the man in blue with high-level charms, Zhou Xing did not go out immediately, but thought about how to lead the man in blue away. He was not his opponent. What happened next was completely unexpected by Zhou Xing. Seeing Mo Qianglong's last blow, he didn't think much about it anymore. The hidden Zhenyuan completely gushed out and took a glimpse. While rushing, he shouted urgently, "Mr. Mo! Stop it!"

"Old Uncle Mo! Stop it!" With this sound, Song Yu looked at Zhou Xing with great joy and shouted, "Brother!"

Shen Long also suddenly turned around and felt Zhou Xing's cultivation and the speed of his body. His face became more solemn. If he hadn't been afraid just now, but under the attack of those high-level charms, he suffered some minor injuries, and first fought with the soul eagle for a while. At this time, his strength had declined a lot.

As for Mo Qianglong, there was no echo. His attack momentum was getting stronger and stronger. Just when Zhou Xing was halfway, "Boom!" The flame seemed to burn the air around, showing a cone, condensed a little, spinning crazily, rushing to Shen Long!

This is Mo Qianglong's last blow! Burning the soul, all the skills, with his strongest skills, condensed a blow. This blow is already equivalent to a high-level blow! The power of this blow should be taken seriously even by the monks in the early stage of foundation building, but Mo Qianglong can only take this blow! After a blow, there is no life.

Shen Long took a deep breath in the face of this blow. His strength has decreased a lot, and he can't treat this blow at will. He raised the sickle in his hand, and the dark light was like the messenger of hell. He didn't choose to avoid it. This is his respect for Mo Qianglong!

"Purgatory!" Shen Long drank heavily, and the dark light on the sickle turned into black flame, entangled with the fire of Mo Qianglong.

As soon as the two first came into contact, there was a continuous sneer. Although this was all the blow thrown by Mo Qianglong, Shen Long's strength was strong after all. Even if he was injured, it was far from comparable to him. His blow only destroyed Shen Long in the blink of an eye.

Xiong's flame was completely extinguished by the black flame, revealing a scorched Mo Qianglong. When Hei Yan just wanted to continue to entangle Mo Qianglong's body at least on the surface, he was taken back by Shen Long, looking at Mo Qianglong with sigh and respect.

"Senior!" Song Yu exclaimed and looked at the charred black body, and tears gushed out of his eyes in an instant. He knew that part of the reason for Mo Qianglong's attack was to help him!

"Old Uncle Mo!" Zhou Xing roared, and the speed increased again. It turned into a shadow and rushed to Mo Qianglong, hugging his scorched black body that was about to fall to the ground. A moxibustion heat spread in his hand, making his sleeves burn. Zhou Xing gritted his teeth and looked at Shen Long, directly with two fingers and swords, and the golden Yuan sword brushed out.

"Illness!" The golden light on the Yuanjian rose sharply and shot at Shen Long with thunderbolt. What's more, Zhou Xing's consciousness was shrouded in a foot, and the object control technique was used, and many stones poured into his right hand.

"Brush! Brush! Brush!" A large number of Zhenyuan poured into Zhou Xing's hand. All the stones that surged in were instantly shot at Shen Long by him with the skill of picking leaves and flying flowers.

This offensive was launched by Zhou Xing with turbulent anger, all of which were used with all his strength, much more powerful than Mo Qianglong's last blow.

Shen Long's face changed, but this time there was no hard fight. His body was like a ghost, constantly dodging the flying stones. The sickle in his hand quickly waved and fought with the Yuan sword. The black light on it seemed to be a little weaker than just now, and his clothes were still hit by many stones, and it was rotten in a blink of an eye. Can.

Song Yu was also in the distance. With a hateful face, he used his whole body to fan the feather fan, and a strong wind joined the attack on Shen Long.

At this time, Zhou Xing's hand stopped, picked up Mo Qianglong, who was black, swept to Song Yu, who had just run out of the cave, and then gently put Mo Qianglong on the ground.

"Brother, how's Elder Mo?" Song Yu stopped quickly, gasped and asked with tears.

Zhou Xing approached Mo Qianglong's nose with his hand and touched his chest gently. For a long time, his teeth clenched: "No breathing, no heartbeat!" He turned his head and looked at Shen Long and pointed to Yuan Jian. Some weak Yuan Jian was taken back by him.

"Brother, look at Uncle Mo! I'll avenge him!" Zhou Xing's voice suddenly became as cold as frost, as if the air was about to condense.

"Uh-huh!" Song Yu nodded fiercely and looked at Shen Long, full of hatred.

Zhou Xing was dressed in white, and the murderous spirit on his face emerged and walked slowly towards Shen Long. At every step, the murderous spirit was soaring. He noticed that the black gas in his mind also moved at this time, but Zhou Xing did not stop. He had never wanted to kill people like this! Watching Mo Qianglong, who had been living together for several months, died tragically, Zhou Xing's eyes slowly turned red, as if he had been stained with blood!

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The second update!