Cultivating immortals is a hard job

The fist emitting golden light hit the long scissors, making a burst of explosion-like sound, Qiao Cang spit out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person flew backwards.

This scene shocked everyone present.

Even Mo Xun was a little shocked by his own strength.

He did not use any magic power this time, a simple punch, only containing flesh and blood.

Is this the realm of the master?

Sure enough, compared with the previous feeling, it was completely different.

Qiao Cang fell heavily more than ten feet away, breaking a thick tree in half.

"You... you reserved your strength before!"

At this moment, Mo Xun was furious. He was a Jindan cultivator, and it would be fine if he didn't care about these people in everything, but the other party provoked him again and again, and now he threatened Yunniang.

Some people are really used to being high and mighty, and regard the whole world as grass that can be manipulated at will.

Mo Xun's feet moved with the wind, and a silver light flashed in his hand, and the Tongbao spear stabbed straight into the distance.

Mo Lingyun, who was standing by, saw this and hurriedly jumped up to stop him.

But just as he appeared beside Mo Xun, he was hit by a punch.

"Looking for death!"

Mo Lingyun was shocked and raised his arms to block his chest, but Mo Xun was so angry at the moment that before his fist arrived, his blood energy condensed into a huge fist wind and hit the opponent firmly.

Blood energy takes shape!

With a bang, Mo Lingyun was blown away in mid-air.

Before he landed, there was a pool of blood on his chest.

The spear in Mo Xun's hand was less than three feet away from Qiao Cang.

Qiao Cang was at least a master of the seventh realm. Although he was caught off guard and was hit by a punch, he still had basic countermeasures.

But he suddenly saw a flash of blood on his body, and a layer of blood armor condensed outside his body.

At the same time, he stepped back repeatedly, and with a click of the long scissors in his hand, he cut towards the oncoming silver spear.

But the next moment, he was stunned.

Because this cut was in vain.

The silver spear disappeared under his scissors!

And with it, Mo Xun's figure disappeared.

How could it be possible... to disappear out of thin air!

He secretly said in his heart that it was not good. Although it was not clear what means the other party had used, it was definitely not a good thing.

In an instant, the same idea as before emerged in his mind again.

This person is invincible!

Just when he wanted to turn around and dodge away from the spot, a silver light appeared in front of his chest without any sign.

Then, he saw a long spear head piercing through his heart.

"What is this..."

Before Qiao Cang finished the last sentence of his life, Mo Xun behind him rolled the silver spear.

The powerful spiritual power rushed into the other party's body like a wild horse, causing his body to explode and splash countless blood and flesh.

Immediately, a thick blood-colored mist filled the area within a few feet.

It was extremely bloody!

The dozen people from Zhenwu City who wanted to help stopped immediately.

They had seen people being killed, but rarely in such a way!

This could not be said to be a complete death, but I am afraid that even the bones could not be found.

Mo Lingyun was also frightened in this situation, but after a brief shock, he shouted out.

"Everyone, work together. No matter how powerful this person is, he can't fight ten people alone!"

As soon as the voice fell, Mo Lingyun rushed out first.

It was not that he was so brave, but in this situation, if even he retreated, how could he gather others?

Under Mo Lingyun's encouragement, several people from Zhenwu City stepped out and also took action.

After hesitating for a while, many people also waved their weapons and rushed from all directions like a tide.

In an instant, the sound of killing was everywhere, and blood was everywhere!

Mo Xun just glanced at the crowd, narrowed his eyes slightly, and disappeared again with the silver spear in his hand.

Since these people don't know what's good for them, why should he mind being a butcher?

Late stage of Jindan!

Peak of the seventh stage of body refining!

With such strength, even if he faces the original Yuanying cultivator, he has the capital to fight!

The next moment, the sound of swords, shouts, and screams resounded through the mountains and forests!

Killing, blood, and death filled the sky.

The originally clear salt lake was dyed red in an instant.

In the sword light and shadow, broken limbs and arms flew into the air from time to time, and under the rumbling sound, bodies continued to explode into pieces!

This world seemed to have fallen into the hell of Rakshasa.

Until someone finally couldn't resist and took the lead in escaping from the formation.

With the first one, there will be the second one.

Those masters who were so ferocious that they wanted to kill Mo Xun not long ago, as long as they still had a breath left, all fled like lost dogs, running towards the depths of the dense forest.

Even Mo Lingyun had long since given up the dignity of the city lord.

After losing an arm, he disappeared.

This battle seemed earth-shattering, but it only lasted less than half an incense stick.

At this moment, Mo Xun was covered in blood, almost blood red from head to toe.

But all this blood was not his.

He looked at the direction where the few people disappeared with a gloomy face, and clenched the silver gun in his hand!

Even though he had just broken through that bottleneck in the fight and reached the peak of the Jindan stage, his anger in his heart did not diminish at all.

This is also the reason why he didn't want to be too involved in the secular world.

Because he didn't know what kind of enemy he would provoke next?

And he couldn't be with them all the time, which undoubtedly left the biggest weakness for those who wanted to kill him.

He never thought that he liked to kill people, but he didn't want to use the butcher knife unless it was excessive.

But this time, he was really angry!

If this group of people were just targeting him, it would be fine!

He looked at the scattered corpses at his feet indifferently.

He killed at least half of the siege of more than 20 people!

These people really deserved to die!

He put away his silver spear and then took off into the air, not to chase anyone, but to return to Shangwu City.

He wanted to see what these people did to Yunniang.

It took one or two months to get here, but it only took less than a day under the sword.

When he appeared in front of the mountain villager's house, he was angry again.

The quiet courtyard built at the foot of the mountain had long been a scorched earth.

Under the burnt house, eight or nine charred bodies were buried.

It was vaguely visible that there was a simple mountain family, Grandma Jiang and her grandchildren, and even two young children were not spared.

Although Yunniang had Sanqing's help, Mo Xun was not sure whether she could be safe.

Then he rushed to the mountain cave reserved before.

Here, there was a retreat he arranged for the two of them.

But when he arrived here, he couldn't help but feel disappointed again.