Chapter 843: Fishing villagers are masters
Mo Junrong's pupils contracted suddenly, and the muscles all over his body tensed rapidly, and the energy in his meridians, which had been at rest for a long time, surged violently again.
He didn't believe that this was an ordinary middle-aged man, let alone a villager who came to fish.
I am a dignified cultivator in the divine realm, and my five senses are extremely sensitive. How could such a big living person suddenly run to the stream, how could I not notice it at all.
There was thick green grass on the ground, and people would definitely make a rustling sound when they walked by, but I didn't hear this kind of sound just now, the only thing I heard was the sound of a middle-aged man stirring the stream.
These signs indicate that the middle-aged man dressed as a villager should be a cultivator, and his cultivation level is much higher than his own.
Mo Junrong has now reached the False God Realm, and if his strength is much higher than that of the False God Realm, only the Supreme God Realm can do it.
Generally speaking, a Supreme with a low cultivation level is not good enough. It is estimated that a Supreme with a fourth level or higher in the Divine Place Realm can approach him silently.
Dozens of conjectures flickered in Mo Junrong's mind, and then flashed images of the appearances of different divine realm supreme beings.
He used to be the devil-slaying envoy of righteousness, and he knew the masters of all sects and sects.
At that time, there was still a photo album of Supreme in the Demon Killing Hall, which was convenient for the people in the Demon Killing Palace to receive visitors, so as to avoid the situation of inadvertently bumping into Supreme.
After a quick recall, Mo Junrong did not find the corresponding supreme appearance from his memory. Could it be that the middle-aged man in front of him is not a supreme cultivator?
Impossible, if you are not a supreme cultivator, how can you approach yourself quietly.
Could it be a hidden master of a certain sect, so no one outside knows.
The reason why he was sent out this time was to take his own life, so as to avenge those murdered disciples?
Absolutely so, this person is here to take his own life!
Phew, Mo Junrong pulled out the long sword from behind with his right hand, and drew out the sword finger formula with his left hand, posing the dragon-slaying sword formula.
After all, he is also a False God Realm cultivator. Although he is not strong in the False God Realm, he is not easy to be killed.
Anyone who wants to take his own life must weigh the power of the Dragon Slaying Sword Art, and even if he loses in the end, he must bite off a piece of flesh from the other party.
As if sensing that Mo Junrong was practicing martial arts, the middle-aged man dressed as a villager slowly stood up and took off the bamboo hat on his head in a slow manner.
At first glance, the man's face is very ordinary, but after a closer look, you will find that it reveals a natural and free and easy taste.
This natural and unrestrained intention made him look a bit ordinary, showing a completely unusual handsomeness.
The middle-aged man raised the yellowed old fishing rod in his hand, shook the bamboo sticks of the fishing rod, and said slowly: "It seems that you want to show your strength.
Very good, I will give you this opportunity to show off what you have learned about Wen Jianzong! "
With such a contemptuous tone, Mo Junrong couldn't help feeling a little angry.
But he is very sensible and understands that it is useless to be angry at this time. If the other party dares to say such a thing, then he must have the capital to say it.
It's fine if you don't make a move yourself, you must not be merciful when you make a move, you must use all your strength.
Thinking of this, Mo Junrong wiped the long sword with the finger of the sword with his left hand,
Then his right hand danced slowly, while improving his strength level.
Qi Hua, Qi Yao, Transforming God, False God, since the opponent is not in a hurry to make a move, he will steadily increase his strength.
Finally, on both sides of the golden-red eyes between the brows, a spot of divine pupil lighted up.
This shows that Mo Junrong's strength has been raised to the second rank of False God Realm.
As the long sword in his hand danced, the golden-red power of heaven and earth gushed out from the tip of the sword under the guidance of Qi Jin, forming a long fog belt.
The fog belt condensed and did not disperse, suspended in the air for a long time, and continued to extend with the movement of Mo Junrong's sword tip.
Soon, the golden-red fog belt extended to eight feet long, as thick as a horse's neck.
The shape of the mist belt gradually became clear, with five claws, two horns, and a crocodile-like head, exactly the shape of a dragon.
Although the details such as the scales, beard and hair are not obvious, but from a distance, it looks like Mo Junrong is leading a real dragon with a long sword, flying in the air.
Mo Junrong squinted his eyes to observe the middle-aged man not far away, trying to find out the opponent's weakness, and then counter the enemy with one move.
The man's shoulders were slack, his legs were puffy, and his eyes were erratic back and forth, as if he was not paying attention.
No matter how you look at it, the man is full of flaws, it seems that he can be defeated with a single move.
Mo Junrong had never encountered such a situation, and he knew in his heart that this man was prepared, but he couldn't see any signs from his body movements.
What should I do? Should I attack? There are flaws everywhere but no flaws. Where should I attack?
Mo Junrong was hesitant, but it wouldn't work if he kept procrastinating. The so-called one-stop effort will be exhausted.
The sword move of Zhanlongjianjue cannot be maintained for a long time, otherwise the sword's edge will be weakened and the attack power will also drop.
"Since the whole body is full of flaws, it's better to attack the head. If the head is injured, it may be fatal."
Mo Junrong was talking to himself, and suddenly he swung the long sword in his hand, and his body shot out like lightning.
Whoosh, whoosh, his figure flashed left and right on the grass, drawing a long afterimage.
And the golden-red mist dragon drawn by the tip of the sword also followed his movements and flew out of the zigzag trajectory close to the sky above the ground.
Quickly approaching the target with a zigzag trajectory, Mo Junrong decided not to use long-range attacks this time, but to release the sword move.
Instead, control the fog dragon attached to the tip of the sword to attack at close range, so that the sharp advantage of the weapon can be used to further strengthen the penetration and cutting effects of the sword move.
Just when he was within a foot of the man, Mo Junrong stepped on the ground at the same time and soared into the air, holding the long sword with both hands, holding it up straight like holding a torch.
The golden-red mist dragon drawn by the sword tip also raised its upper body high following his movements.
Immediately afterwards, Mo Junrong turned his wrist and held the long sword downwards. At the same time, the fog dragon also lowered its head, looking down at the middle-aged man with shining eyes.
"Dragon kowtow!"
Mo Junrong let out a loud roar, and a lot of energy exploded from both sides of the spine on his back. The impact was so violent that he even tore two holes in the clothes on his back.
On the other hand, he relied on the powerful reverse thrust to speed up and smash down, and nailed the long sword in his hand to the top of the middle-aged man's head.
The golden-red mist dragon filled with the power of heaven and earth also kowtowed down and hit the man's head.
At this moment, the man suddenly moved. He raised the old fishing rod in his hand and pointed upwards, and said two words: "Xinghui!"
As soon as the words fell, Mo Junrong felt his vision suddenly dim, and there seemed to be a large piece of dim light shining down from the sky.
What's going on, is it my own illusion, or is it a hallucination?
Please remember the first domain name of this book: . The fastest website for mobile version updates: