Counterattack from Douba

Chapter 145 The Crazy Mo Cheng

The violent wind tore through the air, making a piercing whistling sound, rushing like lightning, and the surrounding tables and chairs continued to shatter.

"Hehe, what a group of guys who don't cry when they don't see the coffin."

Xiao Feng's footsteps moved lightly, and he used the immortal footwork to maneuver in the dense tide of energy. He was light and ingenious, and his figure was ethereal. No one could see his moving trajectory clearly.

Nalan Yanran and the others who were watching the battle were stunned. There were so many attacks, but none of them hit him.

This agility is really amazing!

After this wave of attacks disappeared, Xiao Feng had already arrived in front of Mo Cheng, and a whip in his hand lashed towards his shoulder fiercely.

Mo Cheng was so startled that he hurriedly backed away, his claws came out again and again, the claws were as sharp as hooks, capable of cracking steel.

Snapped!
Xiao Feng moved his body sideways, his wrist sank, and he hit the magic whip at a tricky angle, and it instantly hit Mo Cheng's claws at an incredible speed.

"hiss!"

Mo Cheng let out a cold hiss, and retreated in panic, clutching his bleeding right hand, as if his soul had been pierced, and the pain pierced his heart.

The surrounding Mohist masters came to attack, Xiao Feng spun rapidly, and the whip in his hand swept out.

Hitting the magic whip set off many phantoms, with unpredictable trajectories, easily hitting the weak points of the opponent's moves.

Every time it comes into contact with the opponent's attack, the powerful defense-breaking attribute directly breaks through the opponent's defense, and simultaneously injects the immortal fighting energy and soul attack in the whip into the opponent's body.

Puff puff puff!

The attacking masters were hit one by one, and fell to the ground screaming.

After a while, except for Mo Cheng, all the faces of this group of people were as pale as paper, and their bodies were weak.

"Oh my god, all their battle qi cultivation bases have been abolished, but the meridians are still intact. What kind of method is this?"

Ge Ye beside Nalan Yanran suddenly exclaimed, her face full of disbelief.

He has seen the practice of destroying the meridians and abolishing the cultivation base, but he has never heard of the situation where the meridians are still intact after the abolition of the cultivation base.

Xiao Feng defeated everyone with one move, and the magic whip in his hand swung the shadow of the whip again, hitting Mo Cheng.

At this moment, Mo Cheng was already terrified, and when he saw Xiao Feng's whip coming, he immediately asked Nalan Yanran for help.

"Miss Nalan, help!"

Nalan Yanran looked puzzled, opened her mouth, but did not speak after all.

Help?You have so many masters who can't beat each other, what can I do to save your life?

It would be fine if it was someone else, as long as the name of the Misty Cloud Sect was reported, the other party would definitely give him some face, but Xiao Feng in front of him was not among them.

He dared not to take himself seriously at the third level of Dou Qi before, not to mention that he has grown into a master of Dou Ling level now.

And Ge Ye beside her was even more nervous, clutching her sleeve tightly, afraid that she would make an impulsive move.

Ye Cong, the head of the Ye family, and Bor, the city lord of Yancheng, stood aside, turned their faces away, pretending to look at the scenery.

The top figures in these two northeastern provinces automatically pretended to be ostriches in the face of danger, and they really were people who followed the wind.

Seeing this situation, Mo Cheng knew that there was no way to ask for help, and he felt a burst of despair, so he let out a stern roar: "Little bastard, I will fight you!"

With this violent roar, Mo Cheng's body shook, and a ferocious dark energy surged out of his left arm, which instantly shattered his sleeve, revealing his veined arm.

The whole arm was red like it was on fire, and the frighteningly high temperature made the surrounding air sizzle.

And his palm also more than doubled in size, and his nails swelled by half an inch, becoming extremely pitch black and shining with a cold light.

"Eh? You're still demonized? Interesting." Xiao Feng let out a light snort.

The high-ranking Mohists, who fell on the ground and lost their fighting power, laughed wildly, "Hahaha, the great elder has used his strongest mountain-breaking arm, this kid is finished!"

"Broken arm? Hehe, Mo Cheng, you are really crazy! Instead of being a good person, you want to be a beast."

Seeing that Mo Cheng used a unique move and his strength soared, Xiao Feng was not only not nervous, but had a mocking expression on his face.

This Mo Cheng actually transplanted the forelegs of the fifth-order monster Chiyan Breaking Rhino into his body. Although he gained great strength, it also caused his spirit to be eroded, and he would gradually become a bloodthirsty monster.

"go to hell!"

Mo Cheng's face was ferocious, he stared at Xiao Feng resentfully with both eyes, bent his knees and stomped his feet on the ground fiercely, his body rushed towards Xiao Feng fiercely like a cannonball.

At the limit speed, his strength became more and more terrifying. Wherever he passed, the hard floors shattered one after another, and there were ear-piercing crackling sounds.

"Good come!"

Xiao Feng let out a cold shout, and suddenly raised the whip in his hand, and the Sansheng strange fire spun around the whip, raising the attack power to the highest level, and then struck down suddenly.

boom!
There was a loud noise, and the force of the violent impact blasted a big crater three feet deep on the ground.

The violent energy shot to the surroundings, and the walls of the hall were riddled with holes, and even the dome of the hall was blown away.

Boom!

The two figures shot back, and there was a huge shock.

Mo Cheng's body slammed into the wall hard, collapsing the thick wall, filled with dust and dust, covering him in it, it is not known whether he is dead or alive.

And Xiao Feng's body flew three feet backwards, and when he was about to hit the wall, he suddenly spun rapidly, barely stopping on the ground, his feet sank deeply into the ground, and there was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.

Mo Cheng's magical secret technique suddenly boosted his strength to the level of a Martial King, Xiao Feng resisted this move, and was inevitably injured.

The people watching the battle in the hall had already retreated outside the house, looking at the messy scene in front of them in horror.

After a while, there was movement from the collapsed part of the hall, and a head popped out, bloodstained and blurred.

Then, a skinny body like burnt wood emerged from the ruins.

Mo Cheng is not dead yet, but, this appearance is too miserable!
His mountain-breaking arm had disappeared, and was burned into nothingness by the Three Lives Different Fire. The fracture was pitch black, but not a trace of blood flowed out.

There was a big hole in the chest, bloody and bloody.

In such a situation, it is obvious that his vitality has been exhausted. He can stand up only by his will.

With a movement of Xiao Feng's body, he came to the front in an instant, stretched out his hand to grab his neck, and lifted him up.

"Mo Cheng, tell me! I can spare your family."

Mo Cheng was originally loveless, his eyes were gloomy, but when he heard Xiao Feng's words, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Thank you son for letting my family go, Qing Lin is..."

When a person is about to die, his words are also good.

For the sake of his family, Mo Cheng finally stopped resisting and prepared to reveal Qinglin's whereabouts.

Just halfway through speaking, there was a sudden roar, like a thunderclap.

"Monster, let go of Qing Lin!"

This voice came from the mountain behind the Mo family. When Mo Cheng heard it, he showed a mysterious smile, and then fell to the ground with a thud, without a sound.

No, Brother Yan is in trouble.

Xiao Feng's expression changed, and the purple wings on his back were instantly activated, lightly vibrated, and flew towards him like lightning.

In the back mountain of the Mo family, Xiao Yan was chasing a pale blue figure in front of him on the wings of dou qi.

This light blue figure is actually a powerful fighting emperor, holding a beautiful little girl in green shirt in his arms, flying at high speed in the sky, as fast as a shooting star.

Xiao Yan had already borrowed Yao Lao's soul power, bursting out with an aura not weaker than that of Dou Huang, and followed closely behind.

(End of this chapter)