Chapter 892

The blood was boiling and the fighting spirit was raging. Monan felt that his whole body was hot and dry, and even his injury was alleviated.

Of course, the injury just doesn't hurt, it doesn't mean it has recovered.

Instead, his mind calmed down.

The great master is stronger than his accident.

But it didn't really push him to the end.

The steps that Mr. Shi stepped back just now gave him a clue. If Mr. Shi was really not afraid of his attack, why did he try to dodge?

That means that his current strength can hurt the master. As long as he can, everything will be easy to say.

"Fight!"

A fierce color flashed in his eyes, and Monan stepped on the ground suddenly. Every step made cracks appear on the floor tiles, showing the strength.

Like a rhinoceros.

"The behavior of a rash man is not enough for fear."

The old man didn't dodge. When Mo Nan came, he pressed down with one hand and squeezed Mo Nan's shoulder tightly. His arm trembled and he wanted to throw the man out.

Quack.

But don't want to, has more than half of the body rushed out of Mo Nan, Leng is to seize the corner of his clothes, stopped the momentum of rushing out, don't say, force directly turned around, because the old man still hold his shoulder, his arm off.

Turn around and wave the knife.

Stabbing.

"Ah

Shi Lao uttered a scream, released Mo Nan's shoulder, covered his face with two hands, and stepped back out, with blood pouring from his fingers.

"He's going to win?"

Not far away, Zheng Ting, who was watching, had been worried for a long time. At the moment, seeing that Shi Lao was injured, she couldn't help but brighten her eyes. Then she smacked her lips again

"But I didn't expect this guy to be so hard on himself."

"Indeed, the boy is a cruel man."

Even Mr. Zheng had to nod his head, but after nodding, he shook his head again

"But the chance has been missed. If he wants to hurt him again, it will be more difficult. On the contrary, it's him. He is just injured. At most, because of the location of the wound, his face is greatly damaged."

"He is a real battle force."

It is implicit to say that the loss of an arm is a loss of combat power.

"Don't worry, I believe he can win!" It is Zheng ting a pair of already at ease of appearance, mix don't care of way.

"Well."

Hearing this, Mr. Zheng looks back at his daughter depressed. If he doesn't know that the relationship between his daughter and son-in-law has been very good, he will even start to suspect

"If you think too much, a great master can't be defeated so easily." The old man sighed and shook his head.

Similar talks keep appearing around us.

Although Mo Nan actually let Zheng old hand, really let them surprised, but even so, still no one think Mo Nan can win.

The facts are in front of us.

He broke his arm and just scratched Shi Lao's face. This kind of behavior not only can't reduce Shi Lao's fighting power, but also can stimulate his anger.

This young man is dead.

……

alike.

Like the people around him who don't like him, Monan is also a little bit bad about himself.

He really tried his best just now, but he underestimated the strength of Shi Lao. He thought he had won, but who knows, after the sharp blade fell, it gave him a feeling of falling into the mud.

The blade can't go deeper, otherwise, this old thing should have become a corpse.

"This is the master."

Monan had a bitter smile in his heart.

With his current strength, he can release aura, but he did not expect that the master could even turn aura into essence and a protective shield.

That's a bit of a mystery.

To put it bluntly, if Mr. Shi defends with all his strength, even if he stands there and asks him to chop, he may not be able to chop the old man to death in a few minutes.

There's a ball to play.

"Can't give up!"

Suddenly, he found that his heart was declining. Mo Nan quickly reminded himself that Shi Lao was still covering his face not far away. He rushed up again with his knife.

"Dare you

Shi Lao's voice was sharp.

This roar made Mo Nan's state unstable. The next second, the old man burst out in a circle and hit Mo Nan's chest.

Such as autumn wind and fallen leaves, once again flying backward more than ten meters, Monan coughed up a few blood clots, even mixed with some fragments.

"It's over."

Suddenly, his mind became a blank, as if the world was quiet. Monan felt his chest and felt that his hand seemed to go directly into his body

It's over this time.

Hum.

A dull sound suddenly came out of his body.

Monan didn't understand what happened, but he felt that his consciousness suddenly returned to pure brightness, and the pain of tearing him up came from his chest, which made him faint directly.

But he was still holding on, sensing what was going on in his body“ What's going on? " Looking inside, Monan couldn't help but stare. I saw the strange ball floating above the high platform, turning from gray to green, shining out of thin air after Ding. Then, an indescribable source of the great vitality poured into his body, in the twinkling of an eye, let his chest injury better than a chip. The broken arm seems to be connected, but it still can't move. But this is not the end. The bright bead seems to return the spiritual power that he had swallowed at one time, and make some transformation. After it darkens again, Monan clearly sees that there is one more word on its surface: "eight". What's going on? Only found that the ball again did not move, Monan did not dare to continue to think. Now is not the time to ponder. He finally recovered his life, but he didn't want to lose it because of carelessness. Fortunately. Mo Nan fixed his eyes and suddenly found that the old man's arm was shaking unnaturally. A word flashed through his head: aging. Just like Feng Laoba at the beginning, even if he is a warrior or a master, he can't escape from life, old age, illness and death, which is the law of nature. He is young and strong. As long as he doesn't suffer the heavy injury just now, he can carry it. But the old thing on the opposite side is old. How long can he last? As the saying goes, the back waves of the Yangtze River beat the front waves. Today, it is not that he has no chance to beat the front waves to death on the beach“ Ha ha. " Mo Nan sneered and stood up again. His fighting spirit was still rising, even before“ Damn it On the other side, the old historian's face sank when he saw that. Just now, in his fury, he couldn't help but put all his strength into use. However, after he started, he regretted it because his body conveyed to him a sense of fatigue that could not be dissipated. He is old. Every time he tried his best, he almost took his life as a price. In this way, he would not persist for long. Otherwise, he would not have been shut up for so long, seeking breakthroughs and trying to prolong his life. Looking at Mo Nan, the old historian's face was not calm at last, and he was slowly gloomy.