Chapter 56 Strong birth

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Agaganto still has a kind of murderous spirit, but his face is extremely soft. A person talks and laughs with you with a murderous spirit. In addition to strong confidence, he also has a calm mentality. A person's success does not depend on whether he is 100% sure. It can only be said that the mentality accounts for 50%, and the success rate of 50% is to prepare for failure.

"The boy of the Solomon family, do you want to kill me?" Moumado, the former owner of the Shiva family, who has abdicated for more than ten years, stared at Agagantuo and said slowly, his voice is hoarse, but in standard Chinese, word by word, as if he has spent a lot of effort after saying this sentence.

"If possible, I think so." Agaganto replied softly without threat that his face was very different from the usual ruffian scum, and Xiao Yichen's indifferent temperament began to appear on his body, which was a testimony of having enough strength.

"The rumors from the outside world are really different from you in reality." Mou Moduo, who is extremely old in age and seniority, looked at Agagantuo and said, "Mumado, who is less than 1.6 meters tall and is not a small distance from Agagantuo, who is 1.8 meters away, gives people the illusion of greatness.

"It's just so."

I don't care about Mugamo's evaluation of Agaganto. If he cared about this false name, he would not have been a scum in the Indian gold family.

"With your strength, Ye is second to none among the young generation of the Golden Family, but if you want to kill me, I'm afraid I can only give an idiom from the East." Mou Moduo said so.

"What idiom?" Agaganto said curiously that this old fox was a little interesting.

"The Arabian Nights." Moumudo's old face hung with a seemingly faint smile, which was particularly mysterious. During the period of lurking in the Ming Tombs, this old man, who was famous in India who was good at calculating stars, may have found something.

"This idiom is good." Agaganto nodded and there was no abnormal reaction.

"Solomon's boy, don't think I dare not touch you. This is not India, but no one can protect you." Mou Moduo calculated that the wrinkles have not increased or decreased.

"You might as well try it." Agaganto said yawning for fear that the world would not be chaotic.

The wrinkles on Moumado's face increased a few points. The onlookers sat on the mountain and watched the tiger fight. No one stood up and pointed out. A few people may not know the identity of Moumado. Agagantuo's performance was observed clearly. No one was sure whether Agagantuo was still preserved.

Killing gas, like the cold moon tit-for-tat, spreads to the center of two people.

Some people couldn't help but take a few steps back. When they found it, they were terrmented.

The murderous spirit can invisibly affect the people around you.

Agaganto, a nameless thin old man.

The battle between the two began.

"No regrets?" Mou Moduo asked heavily with a thin face.

"This sentence should be right for me to say to you." Agaganto reappeared with a sumptuous expression and replied, in He Changfeng's words, he was in short of smoke.

"Then I want to see what height the Solomon family has been hiding for so many years to reach, and they have the courage to kill me."

Moumado has not taken action for decades, but today he is provoked a trace of anger by Agaganto, the scum of the Solomon family. He wants to see what kind of cards the young people who dare to boast in front of him can have.

Agagan's head was turned away, and he naturally dodged the secret blow of Moumado.

"If you don't respect the old, you dare to sneak attack." Agagan's teeth.

Moumado did not respond. The boy who dared to kill him wrote it down today.

"Don't forget that this is in China." Agaganto said to himself.

Mou Moduo was stunned, did not pay attention to the words, and the speed increased by a higher level.

No matter how strong the current Agaganto is, he can only show this strength.

"Look down on me?" Agaganto sneered.

"Stop talking nonsense and beat the old man down quickly." He Changfeng in the distance roared at the top of his voice, which made others ashamed. These two people were too good.

Agaganto smiled bitterly. If it was so simple, he wouldn't have said so much nonsense and delayed for so long. I don't know if he was busy or not.

When Mou Moduo heard He Changfeng's words, there was no emotional fluctuation, and his identity was obvious. He Changfeng was not a person in their circle. He could not affect their lives and was naturally filtered out.

Agaganto stepped on his feet and strode. Calmly dodge Moumudo's attack. The pace of instant speed improvement is called explosive step. The maintenance time is short, but the speed is extremely agile. It has been lost in China for decades.

"So you know this." Moumado's astringent tone contains a little surprise. It's not that he hasn't heard of the method of improving the speed in a short time. It is said that many strange things come from the far east, and what Agaganto learned is obviously the same.

"There will be a lot more." Agaganto stretched out his hand, and the flying knife given to him by Ye Hetu was already in his hand.

Moumado is surrounded by Agaganto, with only a vague shadow, which is the remnant of the speed reaching the extreme. Even Agaganto's radius of five meters can only be reached.

The flying knife took action again.

The arc drifts away.

Everyone couldn't take their eyes off the flying knife that shocked them.

Xiao Yichen is no exception.

After all, how much power can be exerted in the hands of Ye Hetu, the flying knife that hit the third super master of the God List, and how much power can it play in the hands of Agaganto?

When the flying knife arc touched Moumado's figure, it strangely did not make any sound and completely integrated into the figure.

What does it mean?

The speed of the flying knife remains the same as that of Moumado!

Agaganto smiled bitterly again. As expected, it was exactly the same as he imagined. This old fox was not easy to deal with.

It sounded slightly, and the figure of Moumado around Agaganto was completely still.

Moumodo held a flying knife in his hand, which was the one waved by Agagantuo. At this moment, he lay quietly in Moumodo's hand and was carefully looked at by the latter.

For a long time, Moumado took the flying knife thrown by Agagantuo.

"Is this your support?"

Mou Moduo laughed, and the boy of the Solomon family was still almost angry.

Agaganto's face changed when he saw the flying knife being held by Moumado. This was what Ye Hetu gave him.

Momodo is not easy to deal with, but Agaganto will never have this formula.

Breaking steps.

Three consecutive explosive steps.

Agaganto is swooping towards Moumado five meters away.

Momo also narrowed his eyes.

Extreme speed, clenching fists, Agaganto is best at close hand-to-hand combat.

Momodo is ready to welcome the strongest blow of Agagantuo.

Nian Xingmu's thin body burst out with a fierce momentum.

A blink is equal to one sixty of a blink.

Agaganto has rushed to the door of Moumado in an immediate as soon as.

One punch, three dark vigor.

A different color flashed in Xiao Yichen's eyes again. How could such a familiar move be forgotten?

Momodo stood still.

At this moment, three figures were separated, and Agaganto punched him fiercely.

"Collapse!"

Agaganto flew backwards out.

Momodo's strength is not what he can resist.

Agaganto, who was lying on the ground, overflowed with a few drops of blood from the corners of his mouth.

I promised him, but this is the only way to do it.

Moumado walked towards Agaganto, step by step, very slow and depressing.

Just when he was only three steps away from Agaganto, Xiao Yichen in the distance noticed something wrong and a slight smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

He still appeared.

Agaganto did not see it clearly, and even Moumado did not see it clearly. A gust of wind blew, and a flower appeared in front of him. A man appeared on the ground, playing with a flying knife.

Moumado looked at the palm of his hand, and the flying knife was gone.

He raised his head to the young man who played with flying knives and smiled kindly at Mou Moduo, "Old man, you must be very tired after performing for a long time, right?"

Flying knife.

No one saw the traces of the flying knife and rushed to Moumado with an irresistible momentum.

The speed of this moment seems to be a little long in a moment.