Chapter 238: Crush and Break

The old man surnamed Fang swung his sword and knew that Mo Yuntian, who was at the end of his strength, had no chance of survival, so he stopped looking at him and pretended to chase in the direction of Mo Qingkuang.

Mo Yuntian had just thrown Mo Qingkuang far away, and he fell under the distant hillside. At this moment, his figure could no longer be seen in the field of vision.

Although he believed that Mo Qingkuang could not escape from his palm, he still chased him first to avoid more trouble.

Just as he was about to soar into the sky, a strange sense of crisis suddenly surged from his heart!

The source of that sense of crisis was the direction from which Mo Yuntian rushed!

The old man surnamed Fang suddenly stopped his action and looked at Mo Yuntian, and the whole person was stunned!

Mo Yuntian's head and body were not separated as he imagined, but a person suddenly stood between him and Mo Yuntian.

The clear sword light he cut out was being held in the hand of that person, like a crystal clear popsicle.

What shocked him the most was that the person who pinched his sword light was Mo Qingkuang!

And the Mo Qingkuang in his eyes at this moment was so strange and so scary.

How could he still be the first-class master in his impression? The Mo Qingkuang in front of him was at the peak of martial arts!

Mo Yuntian was not much better than him!

He couldn't figure out how Mo Qingkuang suddenly possessed such a powerful force. How could the peak of martial arts appear in a 17-year-old boy?

But the fact happened in front of them!

Mo Qingkuang, to be precise, Mo Fan, looked coldly at the old man surnamed Fang in front of him, and crushed the sword light in his hand easily.

"You go to the side and rest first."

This sentence was said to Mo Yuntian.

Mo Yuntian was stunned when he heard the words. The tone of "Mo Qingkuang" made him unfamiliar. The "Mo Qingkuang" in front of him didn't seem to respect him as much as before, but instead had a sense of command.

But he also knew that now was not the time to be surprised. No matter where the power of "Mo Qingkuang" came from or why his tone became like this, he could not control it.

It was better to hide aside and not drag him down.

Mo Qingkuang was thrown to the hillside in the distance just now, which was a good time to escape. But with Mo Fan possessed, how could he escape?

Wouldn't Mo Yuntian die if he escaped? This was something that neither Mo Qingkuang nor Mo Fan wanted to see.

But it would take time to rush over. In order to save the limited time for Mo Fan to possess, Mo Qingkuang rushed over first, and then Mo Fan would use his possession skills to resolve the battle when he arrived at the place.

However, they did not expect that Mo Yuntian, with his determination to die, could not hold on until they came back. Mo Qingkuang only ran halfway when Mo Yuntian was seriously injured.

Seeing that the sword light was about to fall and his head was separated, Mo Fan had to possess in advance!

His speed was not comparable to Mo Qingkuang. He appeared in front of Mo Yuntian in the blink of an eye, grabbed the sword light, and saved Mo Yuntian's life.

"Who... who are you!" The old man surnamed Fang took a few steps back, his face terrified. He could not contend with a martial arts master at the peak, not to mention that he had consumed a lot of energy.

But he could not believe that this martial arts master at the peak would be Mo Qingkuang, whom he regarded as an ant and could be slaughtered at will.

Mo Fan did not answer him, but stretched out a hand and grasped the air.

The old man surnamed Fang felt that his whole body was imprisoned by some unknown force and could not move at all!

Then the force began to squeeze and invade his body space. Even with his martial arts master-level physique, he felt that the irresistible force was going to crush him.

Just like the sword light he had just swung.

He wanted to run, but he couldn't do it at all.

It was about to continue to increase. In less than two breaths, Mo Fan's palms clenched into fists, and the body of the old man surnamed Fang suddenly exploded, turning into a blood mist all over the sky. He was dead and could not die anymore. His soul and body were destroyed!

Mo Yuntian looked at this strange grandson in horror. That was a second-grade martial master! If they really fought, he might be stronger than himself. He was squeezed like a balloon and burst!

Then Mo Fan walked to the large tornado that was spreading more and more. He stretched out his finger and lightly tapped it. The tornado instantly broke and dissipated between heaven and earth.

The three-meter-tall giant inside reappeared in the world and found Mo Yuntian and the "Mo Qingkuang" at the peak of martial master. He was stunned for a moment.

Then he ran away.

He was not a fool. No matter why Mo Qingkuang had such power, he had no chance of winning anyway!

The bald man of the Fang family was gone. He either ran away or was killed.

If he didn't run away, he would definitely be killed.

But how could Mo Fan let him escape? I have endured for so long and have not taken action in the city. Isn't it for the purpose of leading them to a desolate place and solving them together?

If I let you run away now, will I, the War Emperor, lose my face?

Looking at the three-meter-tall giant madly fleeing towards the direction of Chiyan City? Mo Fan smiled coldly.

A hand suddenly stretched out! A golden dragon that was a hundred meters long burst out and rushed straight to the old man surnamed Chen.

Mo Qingkuang, who was huddled in his body, was horrified. Dragon-catching hand! Is this the ultimate dragon-catching hand?

The power and effect displayed by the ancestor are not what I can imagine! It turns out that the dragon-catching hand is so powerful when it is cultivated to the peak!

Almost in the blink of an eye, the golden dragon transformed by the dragon-catching hand wrapped and tied up the old man surnamed Chen and pulled him back in front of Mo Fan.

The old man surnamed Chen was three meters tall, like a giant, but in front of this golden dragon, he was like a baby and had no resistance!

Seeing that he was about to be pulled back in front of Mo Fan, the old man surnamed Chen roared to the sky and spit out a large mouthful of blood! The color of his whole body began to turn golden, like a golden man!

Mo Fan felt that the strength of his struggle had also increased by three or four times.

But it was still useless. In the face of absolute power, it was not something that could be compensated by a mere secret method!

The old man surnamed Chen still had no room to resist and was easily caught by Mo Qingkuang.

One hand controlled the golden dragon to restrain the old man surnamed Chen, and the other hand slowly stretched out, forming a huge golden palm in the void.

"What are you going to do! Let me go!" Looking at the slowly approaching golden hand, the old man surnamed Chen screamed loudly in fear.

Finally, the golden giant hand fell on the old man surnamed Chen's exposed shoulder, and the thumb and index finger pinched his shoulder and gently broke it.

The old man surnamed Chen's golden metal-like body was actually broken off a piece!

"Ah——" The old man surnamed Chen screamed madly, the severe pain constantly irritating his nerves.

What was even more terrifying was that no blood spurted out of the part that Mo Qingkuang had opened, as if the whole body of the old man surnamed Chen was made of gold and iron.

Mo Fan broke the body that the old man surnamed Chen was so proud of into pieces.

The old man surnamed Chen's screams of pain became weaker and weaker as time went by, until they disappeared into silence.