Chapter 894

To put it bluntly, you can do it, but if you do it, what can you do if you can't kill people?

Mr. Smith doesn't want to gamble.

But Monan's attitude seems to have shown that he has no other choice.

"That's all."

Looking at Shi Wenlong's angry look, Shi's face suddenly calmed down. Looking at Mo Nan's eyes was like looking at a corpse.

It made Monan's eyelids jump.

Next second.

"The way to start a mountain!"

Shi Lao, who made up his mind, gently spat out three words, using the same move. However, his face decayed at the speed visible to the naked eye, and in a twinkling of an eye, he changed from an old man who was still in spirit to a man who was about to die.

The body dried up quickly, and the back was bent down.

He did.

"I'm special..."

Mo Nan's heart jumped. He didn't expect that the old man was also a cruel man. He not only made a move, but also used all his remaining energy.

After this attack, even if he does not die, he will not live for several years, let alone break through again.

"Laozu."

At this moment, Shi Wenlong seemed to understand something, exclaimed in a startled voice, full of regret in his heart.

"No harm." But Shi Lao pressed his hand and said with no expression: "you're right. I can't lose my face. Fortunately, I still have a few years to make some arrangements..."

Listen to the voice of Lao Zu, Shi Wenlong can't speak any more. He can only clench his teeth and look at Mo Nan's direction. In his heart, he hopes that the arrogant boy can no longer stand up.

Boom.

How terrible it is for the master to do his best and even use his talent.

Monan has not seen it, but now he has experienced it. He just feels that his forehead is sweating.

Maybe in the eyes of outsiders, Shi Lao just said three words, and then gently clapped a palm, everything is no different.

But in his eyes, it was like a ten thousand ton mountain directly pressed on him, which made him completely unable to move, and the palm of Shi Lao's hand was like a giant axe, which wanted to split him together with the whole mountain.

This is the real way to start.

Monan found that he could not even move his lips, so he could only stare and watch.

But just then.

A strong vitality actually came from his body, which... The old rascal glared.

Boom.

All of a sudden, the place where Mo Nan was standing was covered by dust and could not see clearly.

But everyone can see the power of Shi Lao's attack.

For a moment, there are many people lamenting the fall of a martial arts genius.

And Tao Qian is to stare big eye, want to run back from the direction of the door.

But he only took two steps

Smoke gradually dispersed, no one was standing, but he clearly saw a figure supporting the ground, wobbling, staggering, still standing up.

At this moment, even his scalp felt numb.

Can a warrior survive such an attack?

No one can explain.

All they knew was that the young figure was still standing there after the smoke and dust dispersed. Although there was another terrible wound on his body and the whole left shoulder collapsed completely, he was still standing.

It's like you can't beat Xiaoqiang.

"Cough."

Mo Nan opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. Lao Gao in his right eye couldn't open his mouth. He was swollen by the stones that had just been shot all around.

"I'm disappointed. I'm so beautiful. Why don't you try again? I just don't know. How many times can you make the attack just now? "

With his active right hand, he waved the way in his hand. Monan kept frowning, mainly because the injury on his body was real and painful. After taking a deep breath, he took a cool breath and said with a smile:

"Don't wait. I won't die. It's you who will die."

If the old man on the other side didn't threaten and bully him at the beginning, he would not be unable to step back in the face of the master.

But since the other party has bullied him, with the old rascal's temper, this matter, is doomed to not be good.

Mr. Shi is speechless.

He raised his hand, didn't want to, the spirit power outside, a palm wave out, can't see the knife awn directly toward Mo Nan shot.

The dust is rising again.

But his appearance was much older, and he even looked like a dead man. Shi Wenlong found that it was not good and helped him quickly, so that he didn't fall down.

And the people around have been silent for a long time, even the sound of breathing has become weak.

Miracles happen again.

The smoke and dust dispersed, and the figure was still standing there.

"It's my turn." Looking at the sleepy old man opposite, Monan's face finally cooled down.

"You dare!"

Shi Wenlong gave a big drink and looked at Mo Nan, who was soaked in blood. His eyes were full of fear. He waved his hand and let the ancient warriors who pushed away come up one after another to stop him“ If you don't want to die, get out of here Mo Nan raised his hand and waved a knife. An ancient warrior who had just appeared in front of him was directly split in two by him, and his blood was scattered all over the ground. This time, those historians and martial artists who still want to stop him were completely subdued“ What are you doing? Let's go When he found that they stopped, he held the old man back and kept shouting. But seeing that he was about to fall, but could still kill a warrior with a knife, no one dared to rush up. After all, after the first time, Mo Nan had already been like this, but Shi moved his hand twice, and he still didn't fall down. Who knows exactly whether he is at the end of the storm? In the end, these warriors are not the dead men trained by he family. In contrast, although they are not powerful, they dare to work hard. However, the martial arts trained by these aristocratic families are all people with their own ideas and will not die foolishly. As a result, in the middle of the road where hundreds of warriors left off, Mo Nan went all the way. Shi Wenlong could only watch him. This young man, who was not in his eyes, slowly came to him. Then“ I can help you practice... "Before he finished his last sentence, there was a red thread on his neck, and immediately, blood was like a spring. Gululu. A thin head rolled on the ground a few times, and finally rolled to the sole of the feet of an aristocratic family owner, who turned pale. The silence inside was terrible. A great master, a real strong man who can protect a prosperous family, died in the hands of a warrior? A moment later, they reacted one by one. Then they were shocked and understood one thing: it won't be long before this young man named Mo fan will make his voice move all over the world, which is better than Shi Wenyan. After all, the great masters who have not appeared in more than 100 years have all died in his hands. Even Shi Wenyan has never had such a record. Later, even after a lot of time, there were still people present that day to remember. In midsummer and may, the Phoenix wood in the historian's courtyard was as red as fire, and the name of Mo fan spread to the ancient martial arts world for the first time. Unfortunately, only a few people know that Mo fan is mo Nan.