Mo Tingyuan was extremely angry.

If he was given another chance, he would never give him any preferential treatment because of the secrets in Ke Xiaoliang.

He would directly defeat Ke Xiaoliang as a rebellion of the Ten Demon Sect and then pass on orders to chase and kill him.

Looking at the young man in front of him who forced him to the death, Mo Tingyuan suddenly realized that he had released such a beast with his own hands.

"Damn it!"

"Damn it!"

"Damn it!"

"If I only talk about fists in everything, then what have I become of the Ten Demon Sect? Wouldn't it become a bandit's nest?" Mo Tingyuan said in extreme indignation.

Ke Xiaoliang said, "Bandits' nest is the nest. Maybe my Ten Demon Sects have become bandits' nests, and my reputation in the cultivation world can be better. Do you think this is the case?"

The cold eyes swept across the swaying crowds, and awkward laughter sounded in the crowd.

The laughter spread to a whole, but it became a sea of ​​joy.

Mo Tingyuan restrained his anger and stared at Ke Xiaoliang and said, "Okay! If you want to talk about fists, I will talk about fists to you. Although your methods are sophisticated, they are all made up. If you become the sect leader of our Ten Demon Sect, it represents the face of our Ten Demon Sect. I only make one request. If you can fight me with the means of our Ten Demon Sect, you will win and I will present the position of the sect leader with both hands. If you lose, you will be the devil son of this sect leader for the rest of your life."

It turns out that at least half of the so-called anger, so-called helplessness, and so-called being forced into a dead corner are fake.

Mo Tingyuan knew that he could not deal with Ke Xiaoliang's extremely powerful force, so he simply guided him and finally said this to restrict him.

He thought that Ke Xiaoliang had to take all his face and the overall situation at this time.

In order to win perfectly and to control the Ten Demon Sect in the future, there will be less sarcastic voices, and they should follow the trend and agree to compete with him using the Ten Demon Sect methods.

Ke Xiaoliang's expression became cold.

The ridicule and coldness in the eyes disappeared at this moment, and the only thing left was the ultimate indifference and indescribable contempt.

"We are the Demon Sect!" Ke Xiaoliang sighed lightly.

"We are devils!" Ke Xiaoliang's tone became slightly stronger.

"We should not abide by the rules!" Ke Xiaoliang seemed to be mocking, or reminding him.

"You are following the rules with those who shouldn't follow the rules...Mo Tingyuan! You are the devil!" After the words came, Ke Xiaoliang had already punched.

No transformation, no growth.

Mo Tingyuan, who seemed to have planned to avoid, stopped his body.

Layer layers of talisman locks appeared in front of him one after another.

At the same time, some black paper talismans that looked like villains leaked out of his cuffs.

Some transparent needles that are as small as cow's hair are also hidden among these black talismans.

Ke Xiaoliang's fist continued to move.

At the first moment, those talisman locks were broken.

The powerful true meaning of martial arts shattered these talisman locks.

Ke Xiaoliang, who received the fifth stage of the Demon-Sealing Man, has improved his strength and has long transformed.

In the second moment, the small talismans who posted to the point of cursing Ke Xiaoliang, or ate his soul and absorbed his magic power were all ignited by the Phoenix Fire.

This small talisman, which is extremely resistant to ordinary flames and fire, was burned to ashes by the phoenix fire in just a moment.

In the third moment, all the small needles of Niu Hair were shattered by Ke Xiaoliang's powerful true energy, and at the same time, Ke Xiaoliang's fist hit Mo Tingyuan's chest.

boom!

The terrible force combined into Mo Tingyuan's internal organs.

Ke Xiaoliang used more than 100 different force techniques in this punch, and the different force techniques would be constantly combined in Mo Tingyuan's body. Then, there were so many changes and the changes were extremely unsolvable.

Mo Tingyuan's magic power is strong, and he cannot stop the power from flooding in his body at this moment. He can only try every means to seal the meridians, block the five internal organs, lock the vitality, and then try his best to pour medicine into his mouth.

At the same time, the trap he had already set was detonating around Ke Xiaoliang.

It's a array plate.

Mo Tingyuan used himself as bait to guide Ke Xiaoliang into the position he stood.

And at this position, Mo Tingyuan had long set up the formation of killing the dead.

All formations have two gates of life and death, but Mo Tingyuan arranged a chain formation.

The life gate of the formation corresponds to another death gate.

The two types of killing formations, the exchange of Hui and Seal of each other, must directly put Ke Xiaoliang to death.

A large cloth pocket was revealed in the void.

All the energy ten miles around was swallowed up.

Covering his heart and vomiting blood, standing outside the formation, Mo Tingyuan sneered: "Boy! Don't think you can do a few unique skills, but you dare to be arrogant with this sect leader. You are still very tender."

Ke Xiaoliang in the formation did not look panic at all.

Instead, put the index finger and ring finger of the right hand together between the lips, and then gently wipe it.

Silently scolded: "Catch!"

Hurry!

A sharp sword light had cut off Mo Tingyuan's neck.

Blood gushed, and Mo Tingyuan, who had already begun to transform into a god, escaped from his body and fled to the distance.

The smart flying sword turned into a phantom and disappeared into the air.

Ke Xiaoliang took out a hand drum and tapped it gently.

Every time he hit, the fleeing Mo Tingyuan Yuanying was a little weaker.

By the time Ke Xiaoliang hit the drum to the tenth sound, Mo Tingyuan's Nascent Soul had already reached its extreme weakness.

He looked back at Ke Xiaoliang, his eyes full of unwillingness.

"Why... Why?" Mo Tingyuan questioned.

Ke Xiaoliang put away his hand drum, then turned into a bigger body, transformed into a magical form, and tore open the dangerous chain formation.

"I am a monk!"

"Do you really think I'm a warrior?"

"Did you be surprised by the flying sword and witchcraft?"

"Actually, I even put a curse in secret. If you persist for a few more seconds, you will be able to experience the pain of the hundred curses piercing your heart! What a pity!" Ke Xiaoliang sighed.

Mo Tingyuan's Nascent Soul became dimmer and then said weakly: "Give me a chance..."

But Ke Xiaoliang pinched a handprint.

A talisman seal that was branded early suddenly appeared behind Mo Tingyuan's Yuanying and burned it.

"It's useless to keep it, it's a pity to die... Why do you forgive you?" Ke Xiaoliang sneered in his heart.

Mo Tingyuan is a man who is good at calculating and has a cruel heart and no bottom line.

For Ke Xiaoliang, except for occasionally providing some magical values, it is actually useless.

It cannot promote the process of casting demons in the wasteland, nor can it study the extreme level of martial arts, nor can it enter the strange world, and explore and carry forward the magic of ghosts.

If such a guy is not killed completely, would he be kept for the New Year?

What Ke Xiaoliang is best at is the pseudo-law heaven and earth formed by the transformation of giants, martial arts and martial arts, and the formation of Qi and blood.

However, as the ancestor of Taoism in all realms.

The boss behind the scenes who had been peeking in the divine realm for so long, did not secretly learn a few magic techniques, formations, spells, and sword-control techniques... This is unreasonable!

So Ke Xiaoliang is not a reckless man with just one move.

But the three good monks who have comprehensive development!
Chapter completed!