I'm covering this wretch

Chapter 493 Who is the Disabled

One left and one right, they were all aimed at people's skulls.

If it really hits, it will definitely splash out red, red and white brains.

King Mo, who had been sitting in a wheelchair, slowly raised his eyes.

He didn't do anything, he just glanced at Captain Tu nonchalantly.

Lieutenant Tu's whole body immediately became stiff, as if falling into an ice cave, and the arm holding the big hammer was so stiff that it was only half an inch away from the heads of the two scruffy soldiers.

He felt himself anchored.

You can't move half a point at all!

what happened?

Is this enchanted?

Captain Tu couldn't understand it at all. He tried his best to break through this shackle, but unfortunately, the harder he tried to attack and resist, the stronger the pain in his chest became. In the end, he spurted a mouthful of blood out.

The two hammers in his hands also hung down feebly.

This scene seems familiar.

Yun Qingcheng tried hard to think back, and immediately remembered that when she first went to the Zulong Auction House, Yun Qinger spoke rudely to herself and the beauty master, and the beauty master just glanced at Yun Qinger, and Yun Qinger was I couldn't move, sweated and vomited blood. In the end, I suffered serious internal injuries.

How similar!
Could it be that masters do not need to fight with hands, only a look is enough?

"you--"

Although this school captain Tu vomited blood, but because he has a level of cultivation as a great soul martial artist, his foundation is much stronger than that of Yun Qing'er back then, so he can barely hold on.

He turned his head, his eyes were bloodshot, he glared fiercely in the direction of King Mo, and growled, "It's you, a cripple, who did it, right? You really think that Phoenix City is your world just like it used to be ? Stop dreaming! The current city lord and coach is my elder brother Tuzui!"

"so what?"

King Mo looked indifferent, and glanced at Captain Tu with a contemptuous gaze of a god looking down on humble mortals, "Aren't you just going to kneel in front of this king and beg for your life?"

The voice just fell.

King Mo snapped his fingers in the air.

"Crack" with a crisp sound.

The ligaments and meridians in Tu Xiaowei's knees were broken immediately, and blood spattered out.

The heart-piercing pain from his knees made him completely unable to control his center of gravity, and as soon as his knees gave way, he knelt down facing Mo Bai.

"puff"

The sound of kneeling down was particularly heavy.

Even a bluestone slab was cracked by his blood-stained knee.

It can be seen from this that the snapping of his fingers not only broke the ligaments and meridians of his knees, but also filled his shoulders with intangible pressure, which made his shoulders so heavy that he couldn't lift his head at all, and even his head was forced to knock down.

Captain Tu was terrified.

He trembled all over. On the one hand, it was pain, and on the other hand, it was fear.

He has always been used to being arrogant and domineering, relying entirely on the power of General Tu, no one dares to do anything to him. This time, he really encountered a hard problem.

I thought King Mo was a cripple, and his cultivation would definitely not work. Who would have thought that he would be so terrifying?
For a great spirit warrior to make such a humiliating kneeling and kowtowing posture, one can imagine how terrifyingly high the opponent's cultivation level is, and it must be more than one level higher than him.

Last night, Brother Tu Zui also said that even if the crippled King Mo came, there was nothing to be afraid of.

They underestimated the enemy!
"So, now, who is the cripple among us. Huh?"

(End of this chapter)