Zhen couldn’t bear it anymore. He stepped on a big stone with the sole of his foot and kicked it at Moxiaocheng.

Whew, the speed of a big stone is not as fast as that of a stone. When it gets hot, it can smell the faint burning smell in the air. This shows how powerful this power is as powerful as a long-range sniper rifle!
Almost instantly, Mo Xiaocheng’s eyes disappeared blankly, and the gun in his hand also provoked a big stone and slammed it into Zhen’s strength.
Bang!
Two big stones crashed into each other and exploded together, and the sand bullets splashed not far away. Some people all dodged, but they were not slightly injured!
"Hum zhen didn’t jump, you still claim to be the first person in Wulin to sneak up on a junior, which is really shameful! Thick-skinned earth can’t compare with you. "
MoXiaoCheng despise way
His disdainful tone stung Zhen’s arrogant and inviolable heart like a sword.
"Too lazy to talk nonsense with you! The dignity of the first person in Wulin can’t be provocative! "
Zhen didn’t finish tearing up his face, but he didn’t talk nonsense and went straight to Moxiaocheng to push his hand.
One punch can hardly match the teleportation speed. One punch in front of Moxiao City will blow the top of Moxiao City’s crown. One stroke will kill his enemy and hit a new peak. People can shake his position in a hundred years!
This punch seems to be a fusion of Mount Tai, with the overwhelming power of Mount Tai, trying to beat Moxiao City to the abyss and never be able to live again.
In the face of this punch, Mo Xiaocheng has no facial expression fluctuation, but his face has changed greatly and he is worried. Because none of them can finish the punch, it will be hit hard if they can’t stop it!
It’s shocking that Zhen didn’t have martial arts for 30 years.
However, Mo Xiaocheng, the protagonist, was calm, holding a pike and swishing a gun to stab Zhen without a fist.
Don’t you want Mount Tai to be the top? Then I’ll just pick up Mount Tai and then stab your fist so that you can steal the chicken and not eat the rice.
Moxiao City, this is a response to the trend.
However, it is not so easy for Zhen not to defeat him with a sneer, and the momentum of his fist remains unchanged. Then he stepped on the radical fist and smashed the spear head of Moxiao City. He vigorously carried it out and smashed the spear head of Moxiao City so loudly that he almost couldn’t hold it and wanted to fly out.
"Good strength!"
Mo Xiaocheng drank like a drowned man, holding the gun tightly with both hands, and then turned the spear head to stab Zhen again.
His marksmanship trance, even if the Three Kingdoms zhaoyun regeneration will not be his opponent, birds fly at the fire gun by his hand again, more than a white rhyme is powerful and powerful more than one hundred times.
Whoosh whoosh …
One shot, two shots, three shots, four shots … For ninety-nine shots, one shot, one shot, one recruit, one recruit, one recruit, one recruit, one recruit, one recruit, one recruit, one recruit, one recruit, one recruit, one recruit, one recruit, one recruit, one recruit, one recruit, one recruit, one recruit, one recruit, one recruit, one recruit, one recruit, one recruit, one recruit, one recruit, one recruit, one recruit, one recruit, one recruit
Every step he took left a deep footprint, and then the earth stabilized the disk with a fulcrum and kept attacking Zhen.
Even if Zhen didn’t take the lead in dzogchen’s martial arts for 30 years, now he has to concentrate on dealing with this trick, and he will be injured and bleed if he is not careful in minutes.
Back off, back off!
Zhen didn’t retreat step by step. He was really at a disadvantage in the face of Mo Xiaocheng’s three-meter pike with his bare hands. If he had a sword in his hand, he wouldn’t be forced into such a mess. Of course, this is also the reason why he didn’t exert his efforts.
In his realm, it is not very important to have a weapon, but mainly depends on martial arts.
Even if you have a weapon and you can’t hit it, I want it again? What’s more, it’s cumbersome and affects speed.
The hundredth shot!
Play from Moxiao City.
This shot is magnificent and noble, as if it were a shot from heaven, and the phoenix Pannie was reborn from the fire, and it was unstoppable.
The spear shot means that Zhen didn’t see blood in his throat, sealed his throat and splashed blood thousands of miles away to die!
Uh …
The spear actually made a phoenix chirp, as if with a spiritual gun, and a phoenix was reborn, breaking through thousands of waves and burning everything.
"Seal your throat!"
MoXiaoCheng high-spirited, rolling momentum broke out, flying up and stabbing Zhen with both hands. Jing Ke stabbed the king of Qin, and he was brave when he was gone.
hundredweight hanging by a hair―be in imminent peril
Everyone looked at the peak of the first world war and looked at Mo Xiaocheng, who was about to be sent to Zhen’s throat to take his life.
Life and China Heaven were so excited that they trembled slightly.
However …
"Long Ao!"
As Long Yin shouted out from Zhen’s mouth that he faced Mo Xiao’s last shot, he was in no hurry and showed disdain and sneer. His hands were fierce and the veins stood out suddenly and violently, and his nails became crystal clear. His hands were half-transparent like stone, and his hands were twice as big as a bear’s paw. Every finger had radish, and his arm was thick and turned into an ancient giant. It was like this to shoot the last shot of Mo Xiao’s city!
Is this confidence or arrogance? Is it disdain or arrogance?
Everyone in the place can’t help but float this idea.
Wonderful blooms at this moment.
Zhen didn’t give a big slap, but Mo Xiaocheng’s spear actually gave a shock. It was like two sticks colliding together instead of a gun and a human hand slapping together.
That is to say, Zhen didn’t have a pair of meat palms that were so hard that they could collide with fine steel.
Mo Xiaocheng’s pupil contracted "Shaolin golden bell cover!"
Zhen didn’t shoot the spear head of Moxiaocheng and insert it into the cliff dozens of feet away, and it sank into three quarters.
"Ha ha ha you bargain! I have already practiced the Shaolin golden bell jar to the highest level. I am completely invulnerable, and my body is a hundred times harder than fine steel. If you can’t find my bell jar, it will be impossible for me to get hurt and I will be invincible! "
The Shaolin golden bell jar was created by the founder of Dharma, and it has been successfully practiced for twelve times. It’s really invulnerable. A few years ago, Mo Xiaocheng met a Shaolin monk named Hengxin, who practiced the golden bell jar to the seventh place, which has been able to stop the magic from changing his hands. Now no master of Dandao and dzogchen has practiced for twelve times. So how strong is his body?
As Zhen didn’t say, if he can’t find his cover, he will be in an invincible position
"Come to death!"
Zhen didn’t fight back
He jumped up with his paws in his hands like a hawk and pounced on Moxiao City.
Chapter three hundred and forty-four Victory or defeat
Mo Xiaocheng didn’t know how tough Zhen didn’t have martial arts until Zhen didn’t really fight back against him. Although he was perfect with Dan Dao, he was still a lot worse than Zhen, an old monster.
In terms of basic experience and momentum, he is not as good as Zhen Wei, that is to say, there is still a distance between him and Zhen Wei that cannot be ignored … His victory may not be too much.
At most, it’s only 30%
I don’t think much about it. I don’t have much speed. Although the idea of Moxiao City is a flash, it is not as fast as Zhen’s moving speed.
I don’t know what kind of footwork Zhen didn’t leave. It’s strange that there is no rule, and the shuttle speed is extremely fast. As soon as he arrives in front of Moxiao City, people have not yet rushed into the five internal organs of Moxiao City, making him nervous and relaxed.
The spear head was shot away, so Mo Xiaocheng used the gun as a stick to make the head-on head-on head-on head-on head-splitting.
It’s too fierce. Zhen didn’t dodge, so he punched and smashed Mo Xiaocheng, and the stick was broken.