Chapter 3351： Feel it? (1/2)
The two figures collided at this moment.
The sound of the explosion spread at this moment.
The violent crackling sound seemed to tear the world apart.
Shitai trembled violently at this moment.
The three of Xu Fanglin even felt that if the two continued to fight, they would destroy the stone platform.
Then they are done!
Only at this moment, the two are fighting, and obviously they will not give up.
Mu Yun cut down with a sword.
Wu Mo waved a sickle.
Jianmang collided with death instantly.
This time, Wu Mo resisted.
Mu Yun was also slightly surprised at this moment.
Wu Mo, holding the death sickle, seemed to have completely changed his popularity.
A cold, deadly breath surrounded Wu Mo's body.
”Taste my power, Mu Yun, you should die without regret!”
With a sneer, Wu Mo instantly cut his death sickle down.
Keng...
The sword and sickle made their debut.
Jieli ran on frantically, and the two tried their best to suppress each other.
”Rainbow cut with one sword.”
Mu Yun's breath burst out, forcing Wu Mo to retreat.
At this moment, Wu Mo sneered.
”So!”
Drink it.
The sickle blade of the death god's sickle escaped from the sickle handle at this moment, and in an instant, it slammed towards Mu Yun.
This scene happened too fast, Mu Yun raised his hand and blasted out.
It was just that the sickle blade pierced the boundary protection outside of Mu Yun's palm. He snorted and left a blood mark on Mu Yun's arm.
Watching the three people, their hearts were also raised at this moment.
Wu Mo, don't underestimate it!
This guy, among the tens of thousands of disciples of the Shocking Thunder Sect, ranks among the best, and is tied with Su Yaorong and Zhuo Hongyun. Isn't it a vain name?
arrogant!
This guy also has the qualifications of arrogance!
At this moment, Mu Yun frowned slightly looking at the blood on his arm.
At this moment, Wu Mo drew back.
”It seems that you are really nothing more than that.”
Hearing this, Mu Yun smiled and said: ”It's as if you have killed me!”
”It seems you don't know yet!”
Wu Moyin sneered.
The death sickle stood in front of him.
At the sickle, the blood ticked and dropped to the ground.
Wu Mo slowly said, ”If you are hurt by me, you will definitely die.”
The word fell, and suddenly, the sickle of the death god's sickle flashed.
Mu Yun's blood disappeared instantly at this moment.
The sickle blade flashed coldly.
Mu Yun's face was cautious.
Just the next moment, suddenly.
Mu Yun just felt that his heart thumped and beat suddenly.
”Do you feel it?”
Wu Mo sneered.
”Feel the threat of death?”
As soon as he said this, Mu Yun's whole body trembled slightly.
It seems that at this moment, the blood of the whole body is under a kind of oppressive force, like a curse.
Wu Mo laughed and said: ”Death death sickle, as long as the warrior contaminated with blood is swallowed by this sickle, the blood will be suppressed if it is connected to itself.”
”Qi and blood are fundamental to the martial artist.”
”Mu Yun, you are suppressed by me, how are you my opponent?”
When Wen Qingyuan heard this, he cursed: ”Despicable!”
”mean?”
Wu Mo smiled.
”What is mean?”
”Am I not martial?”
Looking at Wen Qingyuan, Wu Mo smiled contemptuously.
Together with the martial artist, the trick is also the way.
Mu Yun didn't know it, but if he rashly attacked, was injured by him, and was killed by him, then he was not as strong as him.
”Hey!”
At this moment, Mu Yun looked at Wu Mo and said, ”Do you really think this can kill me?”
Hearing this, Wu Mo's expression remained unchanged.
”Don't put on airs!”