Copy the heavens from the bad guys

Chapter 423 Chapter 422: The battle is over
"Hehe, I don't believe you can survive this time!"

The curly-haired old man hunched over, with a ferocious smile on his old face.

"boom!"

"Boss, be careful, don't forget that this kid can also be resurrected!"

The short, fat little bald man on the other side slapped the clone flying, and turned around to remind the curly-haired old man loudly.

Hearing this, the curly-haired old man couldn't help frowning, and quickly adjusted his breath with luck, ready to strike again at any time.

Time passed by, and the short, fat little bald man on the other side took advantage of the geographical advantage to finally kill the clone made by Qin Mo, but he also left a lot of scars on his body, panting and showing fatigue.

"Boss, how is the situation?" The little bald man came to the curly-haired old man and asked in a deep voice.

The curly-haired old man still frowned deeply, and shook his head slightly to express that he was not very clear.

"Boss, take care of it first. I'll go to the sacred tree to rest for a while." The little bald man covered his heart, his face pale.

The curly-haired old man nodded in agreement.

Soon, more than ten minutes passed. During these ten minutes, the curly-haired old man didn't dare to slack off for a moment, and his attention was highly concentrated, just to prevent Qin Mo from dying, and then suddenly attack.

But after so long, there was still no breath coming from Qin Mo's direction. The curly-haired old man finally breathed a sigh of relief. He subconsciously thought that Qin Mo was really dead. He was quite tired after concentrating for so long.

"ROOM!"

But in the next moment, the curly-haired old man suddenly heard a deep male voice, and then felt that his body was out of control for a moment, and when he regained his senses again, he had already appeared in other places.

The curly-haired old man's heart tightened, and he hurriedly turned his head to look at the place where he was standing just now, his expression changed drastically.

At some point, Qin Mo made an alien move with him, and he was rushing towards the short, fat little bald head with his fist the size of a sandbag.

"Third, be careful!"

The curly-haired old man let out a loud shout, and ran towards Qin Mo like crazy.

And the little bald man who was devoting himself to healing was startled by the sudden drinking, the aura in his body lost control in an instant, and a big mouthful of blood spewed out of his mouth, almost going mad.

But at the same time, he finally sensed the domineering murderous aura coming from behind him, resisted the urge to spit out a second mouthful of blood, and circulated the aura in his body to his back, trying to resist Qin Mo's attack.

It's just that he far underestimated Qin Mo's horror.

""The Nine Fists of Proud World", the fifth punch! Break the steel!"

Qin Mo's voice was like a bell, and the little bald head went into a trance for a while. Immediately afterwards, he felt a sharp pain in his back, and then his eyes went dark, and he completely lost consciousness.

"boom!"

The fifth punch of "The Nine Fists of Proudness" almost drained [-]% of the spiritual power in Qin Mo's body, but the lethality it displayed was unparalleled.

The defensive power that the little bald head was so proud of seemed vulnerable to this punch, and his whole body was like bloody fireworks, exploding all over the sky.

Qin Mo's eyes were cold and his body was covered in blood. There was both his own blood and the blood of the enemy. It was indescribably evil and bloody.

"Third!" The curly-haired old man's eyes were about to burst, and his aura once again rose to a higher level.

"Bastard, die for me!"

"It's better not to say this kind of boring talk to make people laugh."

Qin Mo smiled disdainfully, opened the slaughterhouse with the fruit of the scalpel, and then exchanged positions with the curly-haired old man again.

The curly-haired old man still maintained his forward momentum, but he lost his target in an instant and wasted no time.

Qin Mo, on the other hand, reacted ahead of time, turning around and throwing a bolt of lightning.

"Boom!"

The power of the lightning wasn't particularly strong, but it still scorched the clothes of the curly-haired old man. At the same time, he was sent flying more than ten meters away, and fell heavily on the ground, causing a dog to eat shit, not to mention how embarrassed he was.

"If you can defeat your opponent with just a few words of mouth, then the world's strongest must be the keyboard man on the Internet."

Qin Mo said a few incomprehensible words, and then began to absorb the vitality of the short, fat and bald man.

At this moment, Qin Mo was exhausted, and the corners of his eyes twitched from time to time.

The charged blow of the curly-haired old man was really terrifying, almost killing Qin Mo half his life.

Later, Qin Mo used the ability of the scalpel fruit to treat the most serious wound, and then relied on the powerful healing power of the dead wood spring body and the phoenix fruit to recover his mobility within ten minutes.

However, during this period, Qin Mo has been in a state of stealth, so he was not discovered by the curly-haired old man.

"Haha, hahahaha..."

"Ridiculous, really ridiculous."

The curly-haired old man got up from the ground, looked up to the sky and laughed out of nowhere.

Qin Mo quietly watched his performance without talking to him, to see what he could say.

"It's ridiculous that our five brothers have higher hearts than the sky, thinking that the whole world is in our hands, but we don't want a monster like you to exist. We admit that we have lived for so many years, and we have lived enough."

The curly-haired old man smiled decadently, with an indescribably lonely expression on his face.

"If that's the case, then you can kill yourself, and save me from doing it." Qin Mo said lightly.

"Hehe." The curly-haired old man smiled wryly and shook his head, "I will kill myself, but before that I want to talk to you a few words."

"We have nothing to talk about," Qin Mo said.

"Don't you want to know what this is?" the curly-haired old man pointed to the tree roots next to him and asked.

"I know better than you what it is." Qin Mo sneered, this old man is still playing tricks, it really makes people laugh.

The curly-haired old man's expression froze, and he couldn't help being speechless, but he continued: "Since you know its value, it's easy to handle."

"To tell you the truth, although our five brothers claim to be the highest rulers in the world, we are nothing but puppets pushed out. The one who controls the world is actually someone else." The curly-haired old man smiled sinisterly. Shocked expression.

"Oh." However, Qin Mo's expression was surprisingly calm, "So what? What does it have to do with me?"

Qin Mo's performance exceeded the expectations of the curly-haired old man, and he didn't know where to start for a while.

"Aren't you doing all this to dominate the world? If you want to achieve your goal, you will definitely have conflicts with that group of people, and that group of people is far stronger than us, and you will never be able to beat them!" The curly-haired old man said excitedly.

"None of your business." However, Qin Mo's answer once again left the curly-haired old man speechless.

"A person who is about to die himself is still asking me to do things, are you worthy?"

"I'll tell you the truth, I have no interest in this world at all. From the beginning to the end, I have never paid attention to you. As for the other person you said, it has nothing to do with me, anyway. I will run away after finishing this job, and it has nothing to do with me when all your brains are smashed into dogs!"

"you you……"

Qin Mo's words made the curly-haired old man furious, pointing at him for not being able to fart for a long time.

He also counted on cooperating with Qin Mo to lure him into a conflict with the group of people behind him, and then he would be able to survive, but he didn't want Qin Mo to stop, and his last hope of survival would be shattered.

"What are you, hurry up and die!"

While speaking, Qin Mo had already absorbed the life force of the little bald head, and raised his fist as if to attack.

The curly-haired old man's heart tightened, and then a ruthless look appeared on his face.

"Since you don't give me any way to survive, then don't blame me for dying, even if I die, I will hold you back today!"

"Let's perish together!"

The curly-haired old man let out a roar, urging all his strength to pour into the creation leaf in his body, and then his complexion suddenly turned an unnatural blood red, the veins on his forehead burst out, and his whole body seemed to be about to explode.

"This old thing? Do you want to blow yourself up?"

The curly-haired old man shot towards Qin Mo, while the aura on his body was still soaring crazily, and his body swelled up like a balloon, which might explode at any time.

Soon, the curly-haired old man came to Qin Mo, stretched his arms and tried to hug him tightly, so that Qin Mo had no room to get away, and there was a hint of madness and joy in his red eyes.

"go to hell!"

"Snapped!"

(End of this chapter)