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- This man's face is full of five colors, forming a strange pattern. £Û
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? A?mountain-mountain-mountain-high aura, as if he is the peak between heaven and earth, proud and unyielding!
"Beirut!" "Beirut!" People in the mountains below were shocked and shouted loudly.
"Mo Yan Gu! Are you coming to stop me too?" Hu He asked loudly.
This Mo Yangu is the only Beirut among the Tiangong tribe, with the most powerful force!
In the mountains, there can be many Baruts with four stripes of oil paint, but in Beirut with all five colors, there can only be one!
This position is only under the patriarch and high priest, and is in charge of all mountain warriors!
In Shanyue, the patriarch holds political and economic power, the high priest is in charge of divine power, and Beirut is nominally in charge of all warriors and military power!
This Mo Yangu is the only Beirut of the Tiangong tribe, the former immediate boss of Huhe!
"I didn't expect that Mo Yangu would be attracted by the high priest. If it were not exposed now, and the two tigers would fight in the future, the chance of the patriarch's failure would be more than 90%"
Huhe glanced in the direction of the Patriarch. Sure enough, the Patriarch's face was livid, and he seemed to be caught off guard.
The look he looked at the high priest was also fierce, as if he was about to take action!
"Since the first generation patriarch set the rules of this bloody fight, this bloody fight has never been heard of. It can be replaced!" Huhe said loudly without paying any attention to Mo Yangu's challenge.
"But! Mo Yangu, you are the original Beirut of the Tiangong tribe. I will challenge you now. Take the honor of Beirut! Prove that I, Bayan, am the best warrior in Shanyue!"
Looking at Mo Yangu¡¯s gloomy face, he smiled and looked at the mountains below. Said loudly.
"Blood fight!" "Blood fight!" Shan Yue was a martial artist. Upon hearing Hu He's words, Shan Yue below immediately shouted in unison. Some warriors' faces turned red and their necks swelled. My blood is boiling, I can't wait to come forward and have a fight.
The crowd was excited, including the high priest and patriarch. All somewhat helpless.
"Okay, let's do it! Huhe challenges Mo Yangu, the winner gets the position of Beirut, and the loser returns to the embrace of his ancestors!"
The high priest saw this. There was an inexplicable brilliance in his eyes. Stand up and drink loudly.
Fang Ming was well aware of his secret plan, but he smiled slightly and remained noncommittal.
Mo Yangu looked at Huhe, fear flashed in his eyes. He had also seen Huhe's power before, but this time. You must not retreat, you can only say: "Okay! Sure enough, they are the descendants of Suyana. Come here! Clear the place!"
At this time, he was still the most powerful person in Beirut in the Tiangong Department. At this time, he issued an order and the warriors at the bottom took action.
Soon, an open space was cleared around the bonfire in the center of the venue.
The surrounding mountains were getting higher and higher, so he retreated voluntarily, leaving the place to Huhe and Mo Yangu.
Mo Yangu entered the venue, his face neither sad nor happy. Only the tiger skin robe on his body was slightly swaying in the wind, and the stripes were swaying. It seemed that the whole person was a tiger!
Mo Yangu was born with supernatural powers. When he was thirteen years old, he fought two fierce tigers alone and killed the tigers to take their skins to make this robe as a souvenir. It has always been regarded as a symbol of honor.
Now Mo Yan Gu, as he gets older, his body becomes stronger and more experienced. In Huhe's memory, every time he sees Mo Yan Gu, it is like seeing the sea and mountains, unfathomable, let alone challenging. .
But now the person facing Mo Yangu is not Huhe, but Fang Ming, a dignified sixth-grade god. If he does not want to retain the identity of Huhe, he cannot be too shocking. This kind of warrior is like a dust to Fang Ming. , you can sweep away a large area with just one blow!
Even now, if you want to maintain the boundaries of mortals, it is still a piece of cake to deal with Mo Yangu.
With the surrounding mountains rising, Huhe was seen striding into the field. The ground shook slightly with every step he took.
As Huhe approached, Mo Yangu on the opposite side felt even more clearly, as if there was a high mountain pressing down on him. This heavy aura forced him to become timid almost before he started fighting, and he began to want to escape.
"Mo Yangu, you are a warrior! Now, there is still a chance. As long as you give up your position in Beirut, I promise that you will still be my brother"
This is the final surrender. After all, if this Mo Yangu's martial arts were placed in the mortal world, it would be an enemy of ten thousand people! Any master who wins will have to celebrate with a big banquet for three days.
"Haha" Mo Yangu laughed: "In this world, there is only Beirut who died in battle, and Beirut who has never voluntarily abdicated. Huhe, do you want to humiliate me?"
Without waiting for a reply, he shouted loudly, kicked his feet, and a big hole suddenly appeared on the ground.It shows how powerful it is!
With this power, Mo Yangu¡¯s body shot out like a bow and arrow, heading straight towards Huhe!
Punch out and take straight to the middle palace!
He has abandoned all his tricks and techniques, and is using all his skills with only the determination to move forward!
When the power reaches a certain limit, the so-called skills and martial arts are just a joke!
Mo Yangu felt that this punch gathered all his energy and energy. Even if there was a block of granite in front of him, he was confident that he could break it with one blow!
Bang! ! !
The dust was flying, and Mo Yangu's fist, carrying infinite kinetic energy, was fixed by a palm and froze in mid-air.
This situation is like a big wave hitting a rock. Although it makes a shocking sound, the rock still stands firm.
At this time, Huhe is like a mountain and a rock, standing proudly despite being blown by the wind and waves.
"Thisthisthis" Mo Yangu took three steps back in a row, feeling lost and dejected. He had completely failed at what he was best at. This feeling made him sadder than dying!
The surrounding mountains are like a duck being strangled by the throat, unable to make any sound.
Although they had seen the power of Huhe before, deep down in their hearts, they had some doubts about whether Mo Yangu could win. But he never expected that Mo Yangu would be defeated so quickly! So miserable!
This gap is almost the same as heaven and earth!
"No! I don't believe it!" Mo Yangu suddenly shouted with bloodshot eyes. Ignoring the exclamations behind him, he pounced again!
At this time, he was like a gambler who lost his sight. You have to risk everything and fight to the death!
"Why bother?" Huhe sighed and pressed it out with one hand.
Although his arms are not big. It wasn't necessarily very strong, but when he pressed his palm, it seemed to Mo Yangu that this palm had unspeakable power of ghosts and gods, and it was like the entire sky collapsed.
No matter how he hides. There is no way to avoid this button!
"Hahaha!!!" Huhe laughed, and as Huhe pressed out with his palm, the mountains outside the field rose. Just heard a loud bang!
With the dust flying, Mo Yangu was pushed to the ground with a palm, and both hands were held in Huhe's hands, unable to break free.
With Mo Yangu¡¯s fierce struggle. on the ground. A big pit was dug up, and the soil was turned over, revealing the plant roots inside.
"Still want to resist?" Hu He Leng shouted, adding a little more strength to his hands.
"Hey!" There was a sudden sound of bone cracking on Mo Yangu's arm, and he was pushed to the ground, unable to move anymore.
With the severe pain, his eyes. He seemed to have regained consciousness and his expression became clear.
I felt that my men had stopped struggling. Hu He smiled slightly and let go of his palm. Mo Yangu stood up. His arms were abnormally twisted and even bloody.
"How is it? Mo Yangu, as long as you surrender, the previous agreement will still be valid!" Hu He asked, looking at Mo Yangu who was a little lost.
Mo Yangu¡¯s eyes were almost lifeless. Hearing Hu He¡¯s question, he just laughed miserably and said, ¡°Mo Yangu who failed is no longer Mo Yangu!¡±
Following the words, Mo Yangu jumped into the bonfire in the middle!
The majestic flames immediately swallowed up Mo Yangu¡¯s figure!
As the tongues of fire licked Mo Yangu's limbs, making a sizzling sound, he did not make any sound in the face of the severe pain that was unbearable for a mortal. He just stayed in the fire quietly and allowed the flames to burn!
"What a Mo Yangu!" Faced with this steel-like character, even Fang Ming couldn't help but praise him.
With Mo Yangu¡¯s words, the surrounding mountains fell into silence.
I don¡¯t know how long it took, but a warrior shouted: "Hohe! Beirut! Hohe! Beirut!"
As he cheered, several people around him also shouted.
This shout seemed to be contagious. Soon, Shanyue in the entire field was shouting: "Huhe! Beirut! Huhe! Beirut!"
The Shanyue clan advocates brave warriors. Since Huhe defeated Mo Yangu openly in full view of the public, then he is the new Beirut!
If we were in Daqian, the transfer of power would still be a lot of trouble. However, Shanyue society was primitive, the authority of the leader had not yet been deeply established, and there were no treaties or laws, so this restriction was very small.
Even the few warriors following Mo Yangu shouted together and looked at Huhe with admiration and admiration. It seemed that they regarded Huhe as their new leader!
"I thought there would be some twists and turns, but I didn't expect it to be so smooth!" Fang Ming thought to himself.
At this time, with a wave of his hand, the surrounding people shouted, and suddenly there was silence.
Huhe looked at the high priest and asked in a deep voice: "How is it? Distinguished priest? Now, it should be your turn!"
With the words of encouragement, the Shanyue warriors who had followed Mo Yangu also turned their guns and aimed at the high priest and his party.
"Ahem" The high priest coughed hard a few more times, almost making people think that he would die from coughing like this.
With an abnormal blush on his face, the high priest said intermittently: "Hu Huhe I admit that I underestimated you before. Your bravery is like the king of beasts, irresistible. But, Only bravery is not enough Take action!"
With the high priest shouting loudly, another change occurred around the entire venue!
The Shanyue warriors came out of nowhere, armed with swords, guns, bows and arrows, and tightly surrounded the entire field. Bone arrows were raised on the bows, aiming at Huhe!
Fang Ming glanced around and saw that the weapons in these mountains were not necessarily sophisticated, and could even be said to be crude, but they were enough to deal with them who were unarmed.
"Ahem Huhe, why do you think I agreed to the contest between you and Mo Yangu? Ahem just to delay time No matter how strong you are alone, can you beat a bow and arrow? Can you defeat thousands of people? "?"
The high priest coughed and said, his voice was broken, but there was a sense of complacency in his tone that could not be concealed! (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster! - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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