Chapter 230 Breakout

The sword energy fell to the ground, and the earth and rocks flew!

When the dust settled, the strong man was surprised to find that Mo Qingkuang, who should have been smashed into a pulp by him, was standing safely far away from the ravine.

Didn't hit?

The strong man was stunned. The attack that was sure to win actually missed?

Although he didn't try his best, the man in front of him was just a small first-grade master. How could he avoid his attack? He couldn't believe his eyes.

But the man who was drinking on the rooftop saw the whole process clearly. The speed that Mo Qingkuang burst out at that moment and the change of air flow at the moment of escaping the lock of the qi machine made him less drunk!

This kid is not simple!

The reason why they didn't take action was no different from what Mo Fan guessed, that is, they completely believed that Mo Qingkuang's low realm had no room for resistance in front of the strong man. Now it seems that they underestimated Mo Qingkuang.

"There's something strange about this kid! Let's go together, they're coming!" The hunchbacked old man's cloudy eyes turned cold, and he shouted decisively.

He also had some means, and had sensed that other powerful auras were approaching. The four of them were only at the Grandmaster level, and they could steal chickens and dogs, but they were still not strong enough to snatch things in a melee.

Hearing this, the other three also attacked together. In their opinion, Mo Qingkuang's strength was easy to catch, but the failure of the cat-and-mouse game just now also made them a little angry.

This time, he also attacked with anger.

The old man took out a walking stick from behind, which was dark black and did not look like an ordinary item. He hit Mo Qingkuang on the head with a stick.

The strong wind whistled, making people's scalps numb.

The drinking man on the other side flicked the wine pot lightly, spilling a handful of wine, and then flicked his fingers, splashing the wine and turning it into water droplets all over the sky. Each drop was round and smooth, shining with cold light, blocking all the ways for Mo Qingkuang to dodge in his direction.

The red-clothed woman behind him waved her long whip, making a tooth-grinding sound of breaking through the air, and rushed straight to Mo Qingkuang from behind.

The long whip was barbed and had several bleeding grooves on the tip. If it was hit, it would not only take away a large piece of flesh and blood, but it would also be very likely that the bleeding would not stop and the person would die from excessive blood loss.

It was extremely vicious.

The most angry person was the strong man who had just missed the attack. He made a small first-grade master unscathed with one move. Who knows how long the three people would laugh at him for this.

This attack almost exploded with all his strength, just to split Mo Qingkuang in half!

But seeing that attacks were coming from all directions, Mo Qingkuang was in a bad state.

No matter how fast he was, he couldn't avoid the all-round attack, not to mention that four opponents who were much higher than him attacked at the same time.

"Ancestor, please possess me!" Mo Qingkuang had to call Mo Fan to save the situation. He had given up control of his body and was just waiting for Mo Fan to possess him.

But Mo Fan didn't say a word, nor did he possess Mo Qingkuang, and didn't react at all.

Although these attacks were powerful, they might cause serious injuries to Mo Qingkuang, who had a wind spirit body, but they would not be fatal.

Mo Fan didn't think of possessing himself to save the situation when he couldn't beat him. The conditions for possession were severely limited, and good steel should be used on the blade.

In the future, Mo Qingkuang will have many challenges of higher levels and higher levels. If he can't deal with these few trash, what will he have in the future?

The martial masters who are gradually gathering around are about to arrive, and his possession is also a hidden trump card, so it's best not to move lightly.

Otherwise, even if he solves the few in front of him, the few martial masters who come later will be difficult for him to deal with.

Mo Fan was not afraid of challenges beyond his level or even his rank. What he feared was that the other party would have more people and fight him. After all, his possession was limited in time.

Seeing that the attack was about to fall on him, Mo Fan did not possess him for a long time, and Mo Qingkuang felt cold in his heart.

It was unlikely that the ancestor would give up on him. The only explanation was that the ancestor now asked him to solve the current troubles by himself.

He could only secretly complain. These were four great masters! Ancestor, don't play like this!

Although he complained in his heart, his brain was not idle. His thoughts were flying, thinking about the best solution.

Surrounded by enemies, he must find the weakest point to break through!

Among the four people, the offensive of the strong man was the most fierce. The strong man attacked with anger, and the giant sword as big as a door panel was overwhelming. He must not be greeted!

The old man's cane was not particularly powerful from top to bottom, but after all, it was exerted from the top, and the advantage was obvious. Mo Qingkuang could only give up.

The long whip behind him was the weakest, but the most vicious! If you are not careful, you will end up with blood and flesh torn apart. The sharp edge of the barb is still black, maybe it is smeared with poison! You can't take this risk.

In the end, it can only be the drunk man who hit the sky full of water droplets!

Do it now!

Mo Qingkuang kicked his feet, jumped up from the ground, and rushed towards the direction of the drunk man! The attacks of the long whip, giant sword, and crutch all missed at this moment.

The Qi burst out all over his body. Mo Qingkuang has already burst out all his strength, and the true Qi in his body has been pushed to the peak!

He rushed straight towards the water droplets flying all over the sky.

Through the understanding of the rules of wind, the air flow around his body surged, forming a natural protective shield. In the blink of an eye, his hands hit seven or eight falling flower palms, and each palm was sent out with full strength!

But the penetrating power of the water droplets in the sky is not to be underestimated. After all, it is an attack made by a great master!

Although its power is not as strong as King Taishan's tracking arrows, it is not far behind. There are still a lot of them. When they are dispersed, their power is a little weaker, but the coverage area is quite wide.

As soon as the green palm print touched the water droplets in the sky, there was a crisp sound almost at the same time!

Then the first palm print instantly collapsed like a punctured balloon!

Then the second one! The third one!

Seven in a row, each one shattered!

The water droplets in the sky were also slowed down by the beating. The strong repulsive effect of Mo Qingkuang's seven falling flower palms formed seven solid lines of defense!

When the eighth one touched the water droplets, the water droplets were already at the end of their strength. Both of them shattered in the sky at the same time, the water droplets exploded into water mist, and the palm prints dissipated into nothingness.

"Finally held on!" Mo Qingkuang followed the palm print closely, the water droplets shattered, and there was no obstacle in front of him. He didn't care about the surprised expression of the drinking man, and pointed to the ground.

The violent impact helped it accelerate again in midair, and it turned into a stream of light and rushed straight to the adjacent street.

Mo Qingkuang finally landed by taking advantage of the airflow in midair.

Standing on the ground, Mo Qingkuang spit out a large mouthful of blood with a "wow", obviously suffering from internal injuries!

Seeing this, Mo Fan was not worried, but rather relieved.

Although the attack of the drunk man was not as strong as that of King Taishan, Mo Qingkuang resisted it head-on, unlike when he dealt with King Taishan and only had to deflect the arrow.

Therefore, the impact Mo Qingkuang endured was much greater than when he dealt with King Taishan a few days ago.

Mo Qingkuang was able to accurately choose the best route to break through at the critical moment, and choose the most reliable way to deal with it. Even if he was injured now, it would greatly train his combat literacy.

It was exactly what Mo Qingkuang needed.