899: C899 Slash

C899 Slash

To put it bluntly, you can do it, but you can do it. What would happen if he couldn't kill them?

Elder Shih didn't want to gamble.

However, Mo Nan's attitude seemed to indicate that he had no other choice.

"Forget it."

Looking at Shih Wenloong's angry expression, Elder Shih's expression suddenly calmed down. He looked at Mo Nan as if he was looking at a corpse.

This made Mo Nan's eyelids twitch.

In the next second.

"Mountain Splitting Technique!"

Elder Shih, who had made up his mind, gently spat out three words. He used the same technique, but after he attacked, his face started to deteriorate at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, he had turned from a spirited old man into a rotten wood.

His body quickly dried up, and his back bent.

He still made his move.

"F * ck me..."

Mo Nan's heart skipped a beat. He really didn't expect this old man to be a ruthless person. Not only did he make his move, he also seemed to have used all of his remaining blood energy.

After this strike, even if he didn't die, he wouldn't be able to live for many years, let alone break through.

"Old Ancestor."

At this moment, Shih Wenloong seemed to have understood something. He cried out in shock, his heart filled with regret.

"Don't worry." Elder Shih, who had attacked, pressed his hand down and said expressionlessly. "You did the right thing," he said. "We can't lose face. I still have a few years to make some arrangements...

Shih Wenloong could no longer speak when he heard the ancestor's voice. He could only clench his teeth and look in Mo Nan's direction. He hoped that the arrogant brat would no longer be able to stand up.

* Hong *

A Grandmaster using his full strength, and even using the Talent Skill, how terrifying was that?

Mo Nan had never seen it before, but now that he had experienced it, he could only feel cold sweat trickling down his forehead.

Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, Elder Shih had only said three words and then lightly struck out with his palm. Nothing was different.

But in his eyes, it was like a mountain weighing ten thousand tons pressing down on his body, making him unable to move at all. Elder Shih's palm strike was like a giant ax that wanted to split him and the entire mountain apart.

This was the real Mountain Splitting Technique.

Mo Nan found that he couldn't even move his lips. He could only stare and watch.

But at this moment.

A strong life force came from his body. This... old rascal widened his eyes.

Boom!

The Grandmaster struck with all his strength. Rocks and dust flew in all directions. All of a sudden, the place Mo Nan was standing at was covered by dust. He could not see the situation clearly.

However, everyone could see how powerful Elder Shih's attack was.

For a moment, there were actually many people who were sighing with emotion. The death of a genius of the Martial Dao.

On the other hand, Tao Qian's eyes were wide open. He wanted to run back from the direction of the door.

However, he had only taken two steps...

The smoke and dust gradually dispersed. Initially, no one was standing. However, he could clearly see a figure leaning against the ground. He swayed and staggered. He still stood up.

At this moment, even his scalp felt numb.

Could a martial artist survive such an attack?

No one could explain.

Everyone only knew that after the smoke and dust dispersed, that young figure was still standing there. Although there was another shocking wound on his body and his entire left shoulder had completely caved in, he was still standing.

He seemed like a cockroach that couldn't be hit.

"Cough."

Mo Nan opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. The old man in his right eye couldn't open his eyes anymore. He was swollen by the stones that were shooting in all directions.

"I've let you down. I'm so beautiful. Why don't you try again? I just don't know how many times you can use the attack just now."

Mo Nan waved his hand with his right hand, which could still move. He kept frowning, mainly because the wounds on his body were hurting so badly that he couldn't bear it. He took a deep breath, sucked in the cold air, and smiled.

"Don't wait. If I don't die, you will be the one to die."

If the old man did not threaten and bully him from the beginning, it was not like he could not take a step back for the sake of the master.

However, since the old man had already bullied him, with old rascal's temper, this matter was destined to be a bad one.

Elder Shih was at a loss for words.

He raised his hand, and without thinking, he released the Spiritual Force. With a wave of his palm, an indistinct blade light shot towards Mo Nan.

The smoke and dust rose again.

However, he looked much older. He looked like a dead man. Shih Wenloong, who was by the side, realized that something was wrong and hurriedly supported him. That was why he did not fall down.

The people around him were already silent. Even the sound of their breathing had become weak.

A miracle happened again.

The smoke and dust dispersed, and the figure was still standing there.

"It's my turn." Mo Nan's expression finally turned cold as he looked at the drowsy old man in front of him.

"How dare you!"

Shih Wenloong shouted. He looked at Mo Nan, who was covered in blood, and his eyes were filled with fear. He waved his hand, and the Ancient Martial Warriors that were pushed away came up to stop him.

"Those who don't want to die, get out of my way!"

Mo Nan raised his hand and brandished his blade. A Ancient Martial Warrior that had just appeared in front of him was cut in half, and blood spilled all over the ground.

This time, it completely subdued those Shi Family martial artists who still wanted to block him.

"What are you still standing there for? Attack!" Realizing that they had stopped, Shih Wenloong's breath froze. He supported the old man as he retreated, shouting non-stop.

However, looking at Mo Nan who was about to fall but was still able to kill a warrior with a single slash, no one dared to charge forward.2

After all, after Elder Shih's first attack, Mo Nan was already like this. However, Elder Shih made two more moves, but he still did not fall.

Who the f * ck could accurately touch him? Was he really an arrow at the end of its flight?

These warriors were not like the men of sacrifice raised by the Hee family. In comparison, they were not like the men of sacrifice raised by the Hee family. In comparison, although these warriors were not strong, they dared to risk their lives.

However, these warriors trained by the big families all had their own ideas. They would not be stupid enough to lose their lives.

Thus, in the middle of a road that was opened up by hundreds of martial artists, Mo Nan walked forward. Shih Wenloong could only watch helplessly as this young man who was not worthy of his attention slowly arrived in front of him.

Then.

"I can help you cultivate..." Before Elder Shih could finish his last sentence, a red line had already appeared on his neck. Immediately, blood gushed out like a spring.

Gululu.

A skinny head rolled a few times on the ground. Finally, it rolled to the feet of a family head. The latter's face instantly turned pale.

The entire place was terrifyingly quiet.

A Grandmaster, a true expert who could protect the prosperity of a family, had died just like that in the hands of a martial artist?

A moment later, they... One by one, they came back to their senses, and then they were shocked, and they understood one thing:

Before long, this young man called Mo Fann's voice shook the world. Compared to Shih Wenyem back then, he was even more powerful.

After all, all the Grandmasters who hadn't shown themselves for more than a hundred years had died at his hands. Even Shih Wenyem had never had such a battle record.

Later on, even though many people had passed by, there were still people who remembered it.

Midsummer and May, the Phoenix Wood Red in the Shi family's courtyard was like fire. Mo Fann's name had spread throughout the Ancient Martial World for the first time.

Unfortunately, only a few people knew that Mo Fann was Mo Nan.

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