Chapter 798

The golden fist collides with the sharp fingertips and explodes with a roar. A circle of visible air waves surged around, and people were startled to retreat.

Between the torrent of power, the heavy fingers began to bend slowly.

He had been calm and confident, but his face changed immediately when he felt the power of the opponent's fist.

It was too late when he noticed something was wrong. Zichen's fist, like destroying the withered and decaying, directly bent the other party's finger, and with the strong force, the curved finger directly made a click sound, which was even broken by life.

Zichen breaks the phalanx of the other side with a fist, and hits on the other side's fist again. After a big noise, Mo Shen's body is hit and flies out.

This flight was more than ten meters, but Mochen was not seriously damaged in any degree. He just pulled his finger like a boneless one, and his face was gloomy and twisted.

He used to put out a finger to kill the other party, but now it's better. He was hit by someone to break his phalanx.

Around the other barbarians have been stunned. The outsider claims to be a very powerful existence, but today, they have suffered from this barbarian.

The purple Chen receives the fist, the whole body golden light converges, one body strength conceals. He looked at Mo Shen in front of him and said, "you should not even have level 1 strength. You can block my level 5 strength. The outsider really deserves the reputation."

Level one on the top five are not injured, Zichen this word is obviously sincere praise. But when people heard it, it was not so. The praise sounded more like taunt. Mo Shen's face was gloomy, and he became ferocious because of Zichen's words.

But before waiting for him to open his mouth and continue to say cruel words, Zichen said again: "I blocked your finger. Even if the matter of today has been uncovered, so many people can testify. Although there are some reasons for you to belittle the enemy, I am still alive, and I believe that the outsider is more trustworthy. "

Zichen's words are obvious to listen to a lot of, as a foreigner's Mo Chen was wearing such a big hat, naturally can't continue to look for Zichen trouble. At least now in front of so many people's face, can't find the trouble of Zichen.

Mo's gloomy face slowly converged, and his eyes were fixed on the man who was not stupid or even very smooth. It seemed that he was determined to accept the dark loss today, but he was unwilling to.

"I've learned the art of barbarism. I have to find the fruit of strength. I won't disturb you." Purple Chen finish saying, want to take wild tiger to leave.

Mo Shen's face had some hesitation before, but after hearing Zichen's words, he made up his mind. He had a calculation in his heart and snorted faintly. And his face, too, soon became flat.

As for the previous severed fingers, they improved rapidly under the constant moistening of Yuanli.

"My friend, I don't know which tribe you belong to?" Seeing that Zichen was about to leave, the leader of the wood clan suddenly asked.

Zichen turned his head and looked at the leader of the wood clan. He had a meaningful smile on his face and said, "Wu nationality!"

The leader of the wood clan nodded and stopped talking. However, he thought about it and remembered the tribe deeply. Zichen is also a sign of wild tiger after turning around.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise in the distance, and then seven or eight barbarians rushed towards this side. In the process of galloping, they kept shouting.

"That's him, that's him who killed us Mohist people!"

"Damn you, stop for me!"

"Boy on a tiger, stop!"

There were eight of them, six of whom were soldiers of level five, and two of them were soldiers of level six.

They had been divided into two groups, and the group of six went faster than before, but they had a big loss. So they joined up with the level six soldiers to get back to the field.

"The leader, that's him, is the savage tiger of that guy. He killed Moli at once." On the way near, a barbarian pointed to Zichen and cried out.

Zichen has stopped, looking at the arrival of the Mo people, plain face slowly become gloomy. It seems that it is not suitable to travel today. There is always trouble to come.

When the Mo people came, two level six soldiers walked in front of them. The one who belonged to the leader obviously had an accident on his face after seeing the Mu people. He nodded to the leader of the Mu clan, apparently even though he had said hello. Then his eyes fell on the outsider, with a touch of curiosity and fear in his eyes, but he didn't stop there. His sight fell on Zichen.

Zichen looks younger, and her height is lower than that of an adult. She is a young man.

"Brother mu, I'll deal with some things. I'll talk to you later." When passing by the leader of the Mu nationality, the leader of the Mo nationality clasped his fist and opened his mouth.

The leader of the wood clan nodded and said nothing. Just after a group of Mohist barbarians left, his look became strange.

Not only he, but other barbarians around him saw that these eight people were trying to find the barbarians riding the tigers, and their faces were full of strange expressions.

Even the powerful Mu people and outsiders have suffered from each other's losses. They don't know how these Mohists can find their place. Only two level six barbarians? But don't forget that there is a tiger of level 6.Mo eight people did not stop on the way, and went directly to Zichen. In the middle of the way, there were no people who didn't open their eyes to ask for their blood essence. And the eight barbarians are confident, so they don't notice the strange expressions behind them when they go straight ahead.

In the process of advancing, the head of the Mo clan glanced at Zichen and asked, "is it you who killed Mo Li?"

"It's me. What do you want?" Zichen looks at each other coldly.

"It's really daunting for the younger generation. Killing people is still so arrogant!" The eyes of the leader of the Mohist nationality flashed with cold light.

They have eight people on one side, two level six soldiers and six level five soldiers. Even if one person and one beast on the opposite side are all level six, they can deal with them. Even if we can't deal with it, we can at least remain invincible.

It is with such an idea that the Mohist people are ready to come and find the court.

In the middle of the conversation, the eight people have already dispersed. The leader of the Mo clan is against Zichen. The other seven are on the side. They can attack the savage tiger at any time.

Zichen's voice is colder: "are you looking for trouble?"

"I'm here to talk about it!" the leader of the Mo nationality corrected

"All right, then." Zichen nodded, then jumped off the back of the wild tiger, looked at the wild tiger and said: "see, others have been assigned, I hit one, you hit seven."

The tiger growled and seemed to be very dissatisfied with the allocation.

"Come on, let's make a quick decision. Don't you feel uncomfortable being watched like a monkey play?" There is some impatience in Zichen's words.

This is ignored, the Mohist people are very angry, especially the leader of the Mo nationality, and they drink a lot, and they want to signal the people to go to war.

But he did not shout out a voice, Zichen already moved. Just like just now, Zichen stepped forward, the whole body golden light surging, fusion Manshu reappearance, terrible fist force surging.

On the other side, the savage tiger is the only level six soldier among the seven.

The battle took place in an instant, and one of the two battles was over just as some intentional barbarians guessed how long the Mohist people could last.

I saw that the leader of the Mo clan was bombarded on the chin by Zichen's fist, and the strong force directly attacked the other party. On the way to fly upside down, there are several big teeth mixed with fresh blood from each other's mouth.

This scene is very similar to the previous one. The only difference is that Zichen's previous attack was a level 5 fighter, but now he is a level 6 fighter.

Five level and six level difference a blow, but in the purple Chen under a fist, it seems that there is no difference.

Zichen's side of the battle happened soon, and the end was also fast. On the other side, the wild tiger tried his best to shake off the level 6 soldiers with one strike. Then, under the tiger's claws, the other six level 5 soldiers were also beaten one by one.

On the way, two people were beaten to death by the tiger because they were too weak.

This is the difference between grades. For Zichen, rank never represents combat power, because he has perfect body. But for other barbarians, rank is combat power.

There is no problem in killing ordinary level 5 barbarians by level 6 barbarians. What's more, they are not ordinary tigers. It is a wild tiger that swallowed monkey fruit and refined the essence of ancient animals.

So the battle started and ended. Around most people are still in shock, did not react, Zichen has been sitting on the back of a wild tiger, when leaving, he said to the head of Mo nationality with a face of Horror: "are you satisfied with such a statement?"

With that, without waiting for the leader of the Mo clan to answer, the tiger had already lifted his steps and left, leaving a crowd of dull people.

"Interesting little guy, but only five levels of strength, even if it is extraordinary

When all the people shocked Zichen's fighting power, Mo Shen's mouth, as a foreigner, showed a faint smile.

The leader of the Mu nationality sighed and said, "it seems that we are quite right to be prepared. Before we went to the Yunwu Mountain range, we found such an alternative. It seems that the struggle for the fruits of power is not something that ordinary people like us can participate in. "

After a few words of comfort to the leader of the Mo nationality, the Mu people set out. Before setting out, the outsider is the first to fly in the air.

When flying to the top of Zichen's head, he stopped suddenly and said to the purple Chen below: "little fellow, I wish you can come back alive!"

Zichen raised his head and looked at Mo Chen and said, "I wish you more fruits of strength."

Mo Chen hums a, accelerate to leave, so he did not hear the words that Zichen says behind.

Before long, Zichen saw three people on the black cliff. After nodding at them, they set out again.

In the team of grabbing the fruits of power, there are not only outsiders, but also a powerful barbarian, which makes the Mo people lose confidence.

But the fruit of strength has not appeared for thousands of years. Once it is obtained, it represents a level 6 warrior in the clan. After gnashing their teeth, they continue to move forward.

Less than half of the journey, Zichen rushed one day and one night to reach the Yunwu mountains.

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