Rebirth of the City Immortal

Chapter 711 Mo Changsheng's hands ([-])
"It's him!"

Fei'er looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure in front of her in shock, her tear-stained eyes stared wide open, and the small cherry mouth opened unconsciously, almost enough to stuff a goose egg in:
"He... isn't he an ordinary person?!"

On the bow of the cruise ship, Mo Changsheng stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Tojo Tenwan who was blown away by his punch with a little surprise on his face, and was quite surprised by the other party's sophistication in his heart.

Compared to Mo Changsheng, the surprise of the other people present was much stronger. They all stared at Mo Changsheng intently, with various thoughts in their minds.

"Who is he?"

"Huh? Isn't this the guy who was standing at the bow of the boat?"

"Looking at the situation of beating monsters just now, these ninjas should be more powerful as they get older. Can he beat that old man at such a young age?"

The tourists on the boat can be said to have survived a desperate situation. They thought they were bound to die, but they didn't expect that there was such a powerful presence on their boat.

After escaping from the dead, everyone's desire to survive became extremely strong. They all prayed silently, praying that the figure at the bow could save them, but they were extremely nervous, because the enemy on the island was really Too much is too powerful, no matter how you look at it, the figure at the bow is so weak, the possibility of turning the tide is really too low.

Of course, this was what the tourists thought. Tojo Tenwan, whose face turned blue and white at times, didn't think so. To be precise, Tojo Tenwan was quite frightened at the moment.

"Who is he? How could he be so strong!"

It took Tojo ten thousand to calm down the turbulent blood in his body, and his scarlet eyes fixed on Mo Changsheng at the bow:

"Just one punch can smash my Rashomon. Even Konosuke Fujiwara doesn't have the ability! No, not only Konosuke Fujiwara, but even the core elders of Yachi Shrine don't have the strength! This person, what realm has he reached? Is it? Could it be that he already exists in the mystical realm of gods and demons?"

"No, it's impossible. If he really reached the mystical realm of gods and demons, how could he still stay in this world?"

Thinking of this, Tojo's panicked heart gradually settled down. As long as he didn't reach the mysterious realm of gods and demons, he would be sure to unite with others to kill them. However, before that, he still wanted to challenge himself. Now, he can take that last step and become a god-level powerhouse.

"Who are you?" Tojo Tenwan shouted coldly at Mo Changsheng.

Mo Changsheng couldn't understand the island language, and he had no idea what Tojo Tenwan was talking about. He just looked at Tojo Tenwan expressionlessly, and said lightly:

"I heard that you once massacred more than 7000 innocent people in China, right?"

"Baga! Are you from Huaxia?!"

Tojo Tenwan had stayed in Huaxia for such a long time, and he was no stranger to Huaxia language at all. After hearing Mo Changsheng's words, he immediately cursed, holding the handle of the knife tightly with his right hand, and shouted: "Huaxia people, Damn it all!"

After shouting this sentence, Tojo Ten Thousand stood up from the ground, holding the knife in both hands, and slashed at Mo Changsheng: "Butcher knife * profound meaning * one person kills and chops!"

Under the urging of Tojo Tenwan, the demon sword exuding a strange red light aroused a scarlet light that was ten feet long, and slashed at Mo Changsheng. The air was pierced by the demon knife, and there was a piercing explosion. A faint trace was left behind.

Everyone was shocked by Tojo's [-] knife.

"Tojo-kun is indeed the strongest among us." Naomoto Kawamoto sighed and murmured, "This knife has faintly surpassed the pinnacle of Shinobi. I'm not sure I can take it."

"I definitely can't take it." Mitsui Masao said with some disappointment: "Tojo-kun is seeking the way wholeheartedly, and he has already walked ahead of us. Perhaps, after obtaining the method to the secret realm of gods and demons, he will soon be able to break through."

"Although that person is also very strong, he will definitely die under this knife." Fujiwara Konosuke said: "However, he is from China. After this incident, we have to investigate his origin."

Several other people echoed in unison: "It is necessary to investigate his origin and purpose. Unfortunately, Tojo-kun's Profound Slash is too powerful. It is impossible for this person to survive. Otherwise, he can be directly tortured."

The others nodded their heads when they heard the words. In their opinion, Mo Changsheng was already doomed.

Not only Masao Mitsui and others, but also the tourists on board fell into despair.

"Is that...is the space cut open?" Someone murmured looking at the remaining traces in the air: "How can human beings be able to resist such a terrifying power? Sure enough, we are still going to die."

Fei'er was also stunned at this moment, and even forgot to pick up her cell phone. She just looked at the bow of the boat stupidly, and murmured: "Am I really going to die here? But, I'm not married yet. I haven't been filial to my parents, and there are so many things I haven't done, I really don't want to die!"

"Ha ha!"

Suddenly, a chuckle sounded, and Feier heard the reputation and looked over, and found that it was the chubby, talkative Mr. Jin before, and couldn't help but sighed in sympathy and envy:
"Are you already frightened and stupid? Well, that's fine, you don't have to be as scared as I am."

Fatty Jin looked at the bow of the ship with a smile, glanced at Fei'er indifferently, and said, "Dead? You think too much, with Mr. Mo around, no one can die!"

"It's just a god forbearance. In the eyes of Mr. Mo, it's not even a fart. Why are you so afraid! Watch it, and see how Mr. Mo abused this old butcher!"

Hearing this, Fei'er's heart jumped up involuntarily, and she stared at the bow of the ship, expecting a miracle to appear.

On Fei Er's mobile phone, the subtitles scrolled crazily.

"Did you hear that? What did that person say just now? Is that Mr. Mo very good?"

"I'm going, this is really frightening, why the camera is always black, I want to see our Huaxia God torture the island god Shinobi!"

"It's over, Fei'er must have dropped her phone on the ground. At this time, she definitely won't remember to continue the live broadcast. It seems that we can only listen to the voice!"

The Huaxia audience swiped countless subtitles, but the screen was still black, so they could only resign themselves to their fate and listen carefully to what was going on there.

At the bow of the cruise ship, Mo Changsheng was still standing there calmly, looking expressionlessly at the demon knife coming from above, and said coldly:
"Damn all Chinese people? Hehe, I want to see how capable you are!"

"Zhu Rong Secret Fist* Vulcan Burning Heaven!"

Mo Changsheng's right fist was blowing slowly towards the top of his head. It looked ordinary and made no sound at all, but just when everyone thought his fist was malfunctioning, an unbelievable scene happened in front of them.

(End of this chapter)