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Volume 1 Chapter 1648 Soul Receiving Sword

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    "Master, please save me quickly." The Supreme Elder shouted loudly to Fang Min.  In the past, the Supreme Elder could still deal with the small blood group, but now the small blood group's strength has increased dramatically and can fight with eleventh level masters. How can he be the small blood group's opponent?  But it was already too late, the small blood ball had already flown in front of the Supreme Elder.  "Ah." The Supreme Elder screamed. Although he tried his best to attack the small blood ball, the small blood ball still bit his arm.  After a while, the Supreme Elder, whose face turned black, fell to the ground, "Master, Master, you have to save me." The Supreme Elder shouted loudly.  "Elder Taishang, it's useless, that red thing is very scary, and there is no cure for being bitten." Fang Zijian said helplessly as he looked at the Supreme Elder who fell on the ground.  Hearing what Fang Zijian said, Fang Min immediately flew over and started fighting with the little blood ball.  "I really didn't expect that that red thing would take advantage of me." Mr. Fang said bitterly when he saw the Supreme Elder lying on the ground.  Originally thought they would kill Mo Zhitao easily this time, but Mo Zhitao's strength increased to level 11, and the red thing's strength also increased dramatically, which surprised him very much.  "Mr. Fang, if you dare to mess with me, Mo Zhitao, your Fang family will be doomed." Mo Zhitao smiled proudly.  The smart little blood group took this opportunity to kill the Supreme Elder of the Fang family, which can be said to have greatly reduced the pressure on Yu Meijing and the others.  Now that they have the upper hand, it is estimated that if they continue to fight, they will win.  "Okay, I'll kill you first and then the others." After saying that, Mr. Fang punched again, and the huge shadow of his fist shot towards Mo Zhitao.  A loud shout rang out, and then Mo Zhitao swung out his right hand. The dragon shadow suddenly rushed out with the sound of breaking wind, and finally struck hard with the fist shadow.  Suddenly, a thunderous explosion resounded across the sky.  The turbulent energy ripples overflowed, causing the space to tremble rapidly.  "Okay, get comfortable, let's fight again." Mo Zhitao shouted and continued to rush towards Mr. Fang.  He felt like he was full of abilities, and he didn't believe that he couldn't defeat this old man who was about to die.  "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" Mo Zhitao and Mr. Fang, who were in the air, attacked ten more times in succession. The energy on the ground knocked up the surrounding sand and rocks.  If it weren't for Mr. Mo and the others who were tied to tree stumps in the open space, they would have been blown away early in the morning.  "Dad, Zhitao's martial arts is actually at the eleventh level." Mo Wenfeng, who was lying on the ground, saw Mo Zhitao fighting with Mr. Fang in the air, and couldn't help shouting to Mr. Mo excitedly.  "Yes, Wenfeng, you gave birth to a good son." Mr. Mo nodded.  "Even if we die, we will die with peace of mind." "Dad, didn't Zitao come to save us?" Mo Wenfeng asked strangely.  Mr. Mo said, "Do you think the Fang family is a coward? Our injuries are so serious, even if we are rescued, we won't survive for long." Mo Wenfeng's face darkened when he heard what Mr. Mo said.  The old man was right. In their current situation, they were basically useless. No matter how good Mo Zhitao's medical skills were, he couldn't save them.  "I hate it so much that I haven't killed that bitch Song Lingling yet." Mo Wenfeng said bitterly.  "As long as Zhitao wins, Song Lingling can't escape." Mr. Mo said fiercely.  "Wenfeng, I have already told Mr. Zhu that at the critical moment, we cannot hold back Zhitao. Anyway, we have lived for so many years and we have lived enough." Mo Wenfeng understands what the old man means. If  The Fang family threatened Mo Zhitao that they would commit suicide to end his life.  "Yes, Dad, I will not embarrass the Mo family." "Ah, Dad, you can't be like this, Zhitao came to save us." Mo Wenshan, who was next to him, couldn't help but be frightened when he heard Mr. Mo's decision.  .  Mo Zhitao came to save people just because of the face of Mr. Mo and Mo Wenfeng.  If they don't want their lives, Mo Zhitao will not care about Mo Wenshan.  Mr. Mo glanced at Mo Wenfeng, then looked at Mo Wenshan.  It seems that a person's face can only be seen clearly at critical moments.  In the past, Mo Wenfeng seemed very weak, but at the critical moment of life and death, Mo Wenfeng was able to act like a tough guy, but Mo Wenshan couldn't do it anymore.  "Wenshan, life or death is up to you, don't be so afraid." Mr. Mo said.  "Damn it, life or death is up to you. If Mo Zhitao hadn't caused this, would we still have to suffer like this? Our Mo family is gone." Mo Wenshan cursed angrily.  "Mo Wenshan, you will no longer be part of the Mo family." Mr. Mo said angrily.  Mo Wenshan said: "Now that the Mo family has nothing, what should I care about?"   When Mr. Mo Wenshan said this, he was so angry that he almost fainted.  After Mr. Fang and Mo Zhitao attacked dozens of times, he stood there panting.  I didn't expect that Mo Zhitao, who had just been promoted to level 11, could fight him for so long.  Although Mo Zhitao is at a disadvantage, the more he fights, the braver he becomes. If he continues to fight like this, he will suffer.  In addition, many members of the Fang family have fallen to the ground under the Yin Yang Kill attack by Mu Ming and others.  There are also some people who fell to the ground for no reason, and they don¡¯t know what happened?  ¡°In fact, Mr. Fang didn¡¯t know that the people in the Poison Valley made some very terrible poisons.  But those poisons are so terrible that no grass will grow within a year after being sown, not to mention what will happen to people who are poisoned.  If it were at Linhu Villa, the Poison Valley Master would not dare to use this kind of poison.  But when they came to Fang's house, they didn't care.  Anyway, there are no experts to deal with the people in the Poison Valley. They are poisoning in the Fang family manor.  Within a year, the place was considered abandoned.  Although it is against the laws of nature to use such poison, they can't control that much.  "I want you to die." Mr. Fang shouted angrily.  He waved his right hand and a black long sword flew out.  "What kind of aircraft is this?" Mo Zhitao looked at Mr. Fang's black sword and asked curiously.  Because Bai Suzhi also has a flying sword in her hand, which is white.  "But the flying sword in Mr. Fang's hand is black, and the sword has a strange aura, which makes people feel a little scared.  "This is the soul-collecting sword, Mo Zhitao. It is your blessing to die on this sword." Mr. Fang said coldly.  "Thirty years, I haven't used this sword for thirty years." "Soul-collecting sword?" Mo Zhitao was stunned for a moment.  "What kind of sword is this?" Mo Zhitao felt that this sword was a bit strange, but he couldn't tell why.  "Hahaha, you'll know in a moment." Mr. Fang laughed loudly and took out the soul-collecting sword in his hand.  When the soul-collecting sword left his hand, it immediately surged in the air.  "Huh." The soul-collecting sword sent out bursts of black wind, and then turned into a large shield. It didn't look like a sword at all, but more like a Taoist soul-collecting thing.  "Go." As soon as Mr. Fang's voice fell, the soul-collecting sword moved toward Mo Zhitao.  Mo Zhitao used his ninja sword to slash at the soul-collecting sword. "Dang-dang-dang-dang" sounds continued, but the soul-collecting sword did nothing.  Close, getting closer to Mo Zhitao.  Suddenly, Mo Zhitao felt dizzy. It seemed that something was suffocating his brain. Even the powerful Ninja Sword that he had used just now was no longer able to attack.  Mr. Fang couldn't help but smile proudly when he saw Mo Zhitao's attacks getting slower and slower.  His soul-collecting sword, as the name suggests, can confuse the opponent's soul when attacking.  The opponent is like a fool and doesn't attack. If he attacks, won't he be able to defeat the opponent?  For a master like him, as long as he hits Mo Zhitao once, Mo Zhitao will fall to the ground and die.  Sure enough, Mo Zhitao's movements are getting slower and slower now, as if he doesn't want to fight.  "If we have anything to do, let's sit down and talk, put down our weapons, and we will be good friends." Mr. Fang said gently.  Mr. Fang¡¯s Soul-Absorbing Sword is different from Old Man Qing¡¯s Soul-Absorbing Technique. Old Man Qing wanted to control Mo Zhitao¡¯s soul.  As for Mr. Fang, he just used the soul-collecting sword to confuse Mo Zhitao.  The soul-collecting sword kept emitting a breath that made people lose their minds. At first, Mo Zhitao didn't know it and kept fighting with Mr. Fang.  Slowly, Mo Zhitao was lost in his mind.  This kind of thing is not poison, it is just a way to temporarily confuse people. Therefore, Mo Zhitao's body can detoxify hundreds of poisons, but it has no effect on this kind of breath.  ??When masters compete with each other, as long as their minds are confused, they can be killed by others in just a small amount of time.  Therefore, Mr. Fang was waiting for this opportunity.  " However, Mr. Fang did not take action all at once.  He knew that he only had one move. After attacking Mo Zhitao with one move, Mo Zhitao must have woken up. If he wanted to attack with the second move like now, it would be impossible.  Therefore, he either doesn't take action or kills Mo Zhitao with a thunderous blow.  People outside didn¡¯t know that Mo Zhitao was already on the road, because the masters fought each other very fast and sometimes very slowly. They couldn¡¯t see anything wrong with Mo Zhitao.  Mr. Fang¡¯s attacks also slowed down. On the surface, the fight between him and Mo Zhitao was evenly matched, and there was nothing unusual about it.  ¡°Hehehe, Mo Zhitao, you will die soon.  Mr. Fang smiled secretly in his heart.  He has secretly gathered all his inner strength. As long as he sees the opportunity and takes action, he will definitely be able to take action.Zhitao's internal organs were all shattered.  No matter how powerful a master is, if his internal organs are shattered by him, he will never survive.  And he will continue to attack Mo Zhitao and twist Mo Zhitao's head off.  It is said that Mo Zhitao is very perverted and seems to be a bit like the immortal King Kong. If his head cannot be cut off, he may still survive.  Therefore, Mr. Fang has already thought of a way to deal with Mo Zhitao.  "We are good friends. Let's sit down and have a good talk without fighting." The confused Mo Zhitao pressed his hand as he spoke.  With a "dang" sound, the Ninja sword that was originally attacking Mr. Fang fell to the ground.  Hey hey hey, the time has come, I can take action.  Mr. Fang smiled happily in his heart.
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