Chapter 72 Uprooting (Subscribe please!!)

Faced with the twelve whistling flaming swords, the short old man did not dare to take them head-on. He used the black fog to block them and took the opportunity to avoid them.

"Boom!!!"

The black fog could not be stopped, and the flaming sword passed through in an instant, shattering large areas of rockery and walls.

There were still eight monsters left in the barrier, all of them were injured. They were cautious and cunning, and huddled together, not daring to be left alone and caught by Jiang Mo.

"Go together."

Han Suxiao's eyes were gloomy. His injuries had not yet healed, but he joined forces with the old man in red to fight against Jiang Mo.

"call out!"

"call out!"

"call out!"

The old man in white standing in the air in the distance continued to draw his bow and provide cover.

"open--!"

A demon bit his fingertips and used his blood essence to cast a spell. A huge Bagua formation appeared under his feet, trapping Jiang Mo in the death gate in an instant.

"Master, don't let him escape!"

Hearing this, Han Suxiao's attack became more violent. He sealed off the surroundings with black ice and tried his best to restrain Jiang Mo.

The red-shirted old man's blood was boiling, and his entire old body, like the last remaining light of a candle, burst out at the most peak state. He gathered his energy into a sword and slashed continuously. The ground was like tofu, cut into hundreds of pieces by the sharp sword light.

The energy in the magic circle became more and more ominous. Jiang Mo decisively gathered his strength to interrupt Han Suxiao's killing move. His afterimage flashed and attacked the rear of the demon camp, like a tiger among a flock of sheep. He immediately captured the sorcerer who set up the formation and hit him in the chest with a palm.

"Buzz!"

The force of breaking mountains penetrated the skeleton domineeringly, and the monster's internal organs were shattered into blood. His eyes were filled with unwillingness and resentment, and he fell to his knees on the ground.

"Hey! Stop being so arrogant, you thief!"

The old man in white in the void had a surge of colorful power of faith on his body, and like a magic trick, he instantly completed the descent of a new godhood.

With three heads and six arms, holding a flaming spear in his hand, a circle of heaven and earth hanging over his body, and a wind-fire wheel under his feet - this is Nezha, the great god of the Three Altars and Sea Assembly!

Jiang Mo's eyes were fixed on the short old man. He ignored the attacks from others and used his Qi-transformed body to withstand the killing attacks from all directions. He was beaten to pieces and had large cracks, but he was still fine.

"I said I would kill you, no matter who comes."

Jiang Mo caught up with his prey and threw a punch. The wind roared and the black fog collapsed, revealing the true form of a short old man.

He chanted the Ancient Soul-Breaking Spell, and the demon was caught off guard at such close range that his consciousness was dragged into a world of nothingness, disconnected from reality, and the black fog lost control and hovered motionlessly.

"Stop him!"

The old man in red shouted angrily. He knew very well that once Jiang Mo succeeded, the two sides would be crushed.

However, due to Jiang Mo's ferocious power, the other four master-level monsters were in a dilemma and dared not move forward.

"Pfft!"

After only a moment's hesitation, Jiang Mo grabbed the short old man's throat and suddenly exerted force with his five fingers, pulling out his head and the entire spine.

"boom!"

He casually threw the hideous human head in front of the monster, his face remained calm, and the broken wounds on his body healed instantly.

"idiot!!!"

The old man in red was so angry that he cursed and wanted to kill the nearest disciple.

Jiang Mo then started hunting. The four elite warriors who had barely reached the Grandmaster level were simply unable to withstand his edge.

Someone tore up the old scroll, and several lifelike tigers made of ink jumped out. In less than two rounds, they were destroyed by Jiang Mo with his bare hands.

"Oh!"

The owner of the scroll was injured and felt a sharp pain in his chest. Before he could wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, Jiang Mo turned his soul into Qi with a palm, and his soul returned to heaven and earth.

As the bloody fight drew to a close, Jiang Mo's fighting spirit grew stronger and stronger. He killed with great passion and caught up with the weaker monsters. No matter what their methods were, he would chant spells and behead them in one go.

In just a dozen breaths, the huge barrier was turned into a river of blood, with corpses strewn everywhere, and the courtyard was sunk and collapsed, with only four figures left standing.

Jiang Mo didn't look tired, but the three old ghosts from Quan Xing were exhausted, covered with wounds, and could collapse at any time.

The divinity of the old man in white descended, the power of faith was consumed rapidly, and the divine fire lingering around him became dim.

He appeared calm on the surface, but his heart was already in turmoil.

The Sanyi madman before him was beyond any opponent he had encountered before. No matter if it was the Heavenly Master of Mount Longhu or the head of Wudang, none of them had such an oppressive feeling that was comparable to a natural disaster.

He actually defeated their combined forces head-on with his own strength.

Han Suxiao's chest rose and fell, and the smell of blood emanated from his body with every breath.

During the fight, he took several heavy blows from Jiang Mo, and used black ice to suppress his injuries, but the longer he dragged on, the worse it would be. The tendons in his body that were about to break were a cruel fact in front of him. With the remaining three people, he had no chance of winning at all, and even thinking about escaping was a delusion.

Han Suxiao felt sad inside, he clenched his fists and sighed silently, the feeling of powerlessness was so clear and deep that he couldn't help but recall many past events. Now, he finally tasted the taste of hatred and unhappiness.

As for the old man in red, he was in better condition and was undoubtedly the top existence in the Quanxing camp. He could barely withstand Jiang Mo's attack, and his breath was long and not disordered.

Looking at Jiang Mo, all distracting thoughts faded away, his eyes locked onto the enemy's figure, his surging true energy ready to go. Even at the moment of death, as a warrior, he did not show a single bit of cowardice.

In the past few decades, he had achieved great success in martial arts, but had never encountered such a difficult battle. Cold sweat ran down his weather-beaten cheeks, and he adjusted his breathing to the best state.

"Leave a name."

"In the underworld, I met an old friend and wanted to talk about who did it."

Jiang Mo was indifferent to his plea and smiled faintly:
"I have no obligation to fulfill your last wishes. If you are a wandering ghost, just go on your way in peace."

Hearing this, the three fell silent. Trapped in a deathly situation, they had no choice but to burn their lifespans and use various means to achieve a quick end.

"kill--!"

The old man in white clothes floated in the air, with the appearance of a god, holding a flaming spear in his hand, picking up dozens of spear flowers that were ready to explode, flying like a dragon, and shattering the surface of the earth.

Jiang Mo, who was under the tip of the spear, did not retreat. He gathered his Qi to form armor, and the blazing silver light protected his whole body. He took on the pseudo-god's killing move and crushed it with one punch, causing the flaming spear to break into pieces.

The black ice separated the sky and the earth, and Han Suxiao and the old man in red joined the fight.

"boom!"

The powerful and sharp blade light chopped through the Qi armor on Jiang Mo's body, making a dull impact sound.

The place where the two men stood instantly cracked into a dozen marks of varying sizes, but they were unable to tear the defense apart.

Jiang Mo let them attack him, staring at the weak old man in white. He punched fiercely, forcing the demon to retreat step by step. The three clusters of divine fire hanging behind him were extinguished one after another.

The power of faith was exhausted, the godhead collapsed, the old man in white looked haggard like a ghost, his energy was drained, and his strength was weakened to the extreme.

Jiang Mo smashed his fist into his heart, blowing him up. Blood mist splattered everywhere, and there was not even a complete corpse left.

"boom!"

The red-shirted old man on the side slashed at his throat with a knife, but was blocked by Jiang Mo. Under his horrified gaze, his slender five fingers tightly grasped the Qi knife and twisted it into pieces.

Han Suxiao's hands were cold, and the dark energy was rising and falling like the abyss, rushing towards Jiang Mo's abdomen.

"boom!!!"

When they came into contact with the Qi armor on the body's surface, the two completely opposite forces devoured each other madly. Even Jiang Mo was a little surprised that this desperate old ghost could actually shake his Yang Qi.

"That's it."

Jiang Mo first forced the red-shirted old man back with a palm, and then attacked with all his strength, punching Han Suxiao. With just two moves, his bones were completely broken, the black ice melted, and the accumulated injuries in his body erupted one after another. His hands and feet were trembling and he even had difficulty standing.

"Pfft!"

Jiang Mo did not give him a chance to breathe. He dodged and covered his face with his left hand. At the moment of Qi penetration, the Qi of fire and earth blended together, and lava erupted like a volcano, piercing through his fragile skull.

The previous acting leader of Quan Xing, Han Suxiao, died.

Old friends have died one after another, and the old man in red shirt is isolated and helpless. His weathered and fierce face can hardly hide his fatigue. He asks:
"It's just you and me left. Will we win in one move?"

"it is good."

Jiang Mo took off his Qi armor and transformed it into a huge battle axe. The blood in his body was boiling hot, and endless strength gathered from all parts of his body to his right hand.

The old man in red shirt closed his eyes and relaxed his body and mind. The whole world became quiet. He burned up his last Qi and life, and put them all into the skills of martial arts. He was about to swing the strongest sword of his life.

The sharp air current surged between the two of them, causing their hair to flutter.

The body of the red-shirted old man gradually withered, and in the end, he looked lifeless, but the Qi knife in his hand, on the other hand, was extremely bright.

"With this sword, I will send you to hell."

The old voice echoed in the ruins, the long river of time solidified at this moment, and the old man in red shirt rushed out with great force.

"Go well."

Jiang Mo spoke briefly and to the point, his eyes blazing, and he rushed forward with an axe.

"boom!"

Dazzling Qi light shot up into the sky and the sound of explosion shook all directions. Under the influence of the two overbearing forces, the white barrier instantly began to show dense cracks and almost collapsed.

The withered body floated away like burning cotton wool, and the scarlet blade light dimmed in an instant.

Only Jiang Mo stood there, his figure tall and majestic, his expression calm and indifferent, his feet on the river of blood. In this battle, he killed four pillars of Quan Xing and fifteen elites, and was engraved with the name of the strongest.

　There is one more chapter in the evening. Brothers, go to bed early. I will take a shower and go to bed. Thank you for your support (fist)

　
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