Executed

Chen Mo settled down Chen Songzi and stood there quietly, as if he was one with the space. He was clearly right in front of the woodcutter, but the woodcutter felt that his Qi could never lock onto him.

"Who are you?" the woodcutter asked in a solemn tone, his intuition telling him that the person standing in front of him was very extraordinary.

Chen Mo smiled and said, "I am the master of the little Taoist priest you bullied just now."

"Chen Mo?" The woodcutter was surprised and said ecstatically: "You are Chen Mo!"

"Is he Chen Mo?" Granny Long, who had just escaped, said arrogantly: "It's really hard to find anywhere, it took no effort to get it! Chen Mo, please hand over your treasure that activates the dragon veins, otherwise you...

The little Momen will be destroyed by ashes today!"

"Hand over the treasure and I will spare your life!" Zhu Dachang, who had recovered, also stared at Chen Mo with gloomy eyes and said.

His injury was not serious. After the recovery just now, his arms have now recovered. Compared with Zhu Wenxiu's injury, he is already considered lucky.

Chen Mo smiled and said: "The treasure that activates the dragon's veins? What is that?"

"Stop pretending! If you don't have a treasure, how can you withstand the impact of the dragon vein based on your cultivation?" Granny Long said: "Such a heaven-defying treasure is not something that a little monk like you should accept as your own.

You should know the principle that 'every man is not guilty, but the one who carries the jade is guilty'."

"Why bother talking nonsense with him!" Zhu Dachang shouted: "He who chops firewood, you fucking chop him up!"

"Huh!" Hearing Zhu Dachang's urging, the woodcutter snorted coldly, raised the ax in his hand again, and shouted: "Stubborn!"

Chen Mo took a step forward and suddenly appeared in front of the woodcutter. The woodcutter was shocked. He didn't expect that Chen Mo was so fast. He didn't have time to chop down the big ax in his hand, so he kicked Chen Mo with his feet.

Chen Mo didn't move at all, letting the woodcutter kick him.

"clang!"

The woodcutter has been walking in the mountains all year round. When chopping wood, the strength of his arms, the strength of his waist and abdomen, and the strength of his legs are three forces integrated into one. After years of training, he is confident that his leg skills are no better than his big axe.

Not much, but when he kicked Chen Mo, it seemed like he had hit an iron plate, making a clanging sound.

Suddenly, a sharp pain spread from the woodcutter's calf bone to his nerves, and he could feel that his calf bone might have been slightly cracked.

The woodcutter suffered a big loss, but he himself took advantage of the force of the counterattack and quickly retreated backwards. When he was far enough away from Chen Mo, he suddenly slashed down with the ax in his hand, and at the same time shouted: "

Come together!"

When the woodcutter kicked Chen Mo with a painful expression on his face, Long Po knew that this Chen Mo was not an easy person to deal with. She stretched out her withered hands, and her hands suddenly grew like dead wood.

With sharp and sharp nails, she quickly rushed towards Chen Mo, and flew away like a big bird. The speed was extremely fast, and it was three minutes faster than Zhu Wenxiu, a monk from the Hidden Sword Sect.

"Mother-in-law, wait for me!" Zhu Dachang roared, and suddenly a soft whip appeared in his hand. He licked his tongue and said, "This is the treasure I only use when playing with girls. I will give you an advantage today."

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Zhu Dachang screamed strangely, and the soft whip in his hand grew longer like a vine, and wrapped around Chen Mo as if it had life and spirituality.

At this time, the big ax chopped off by the woodcutter had arrived in front of Chen Mo. Chen Mo held his left hand behind his back and grabbed the axe-shaped spiritual force with his right hand.

"You're looking for death!" the woodcutter roared angrily, "How do you think you can use your body to defend my creation without using any martial arts?"

Even if Chen Songzi exhausted all the spiritual power in his body and used the second punch of the Tianxuan Divine Fist, Fen Jianghe still ended up seriously injured and unconscious. Even if you, Chen Mo, are Chen Songzi's master, you are only a cultivator at the Golden Core stage.

Because, if you try to bear this ax with your physical strength, I am afraid you will only end up dead.

The woodcutter, Long Po Po, and Zhu Dachang all had expressions of ecstasy on their faces.

"Boom!" The spiritual power struck by the terrifying big ax surged down toward Chen Mo's body like a river pouring down.

Grandma Long shouted, and waved dozens of claws with both hands. Zhu Dachang's soft whip followed closely and quickly wrapped around Chen Mo's body. The binding feeling from the soft whip made Zhu Dachang overjoyed and roared

Said: "He is dead!"

"Clang, clang, clang!" A sound of metal and iron clashed, and a huge ax mark was cut where Chen Mo was, and countless smoke and dust rose up.

The three of them stood side by side, staring intently into the smoke. For a long time, Granny Long breathed a long sigh of relief and said: "This boy's strength is really terrifying. If he hadn't been so pretentious and used his body to resist the creation of firewood, I'm afraid we

We cannot kill him easily, now that he is dead, his treasure is ours!"

The woodcutter still didn't speak, just stared into the smoke.

Zhu Dachang's face, who was holding the soft whip in his hand, suddenly became strange, flushed extremely red, and his body tensed up, looking like he was in agony.

"Zhu Dachang, what the hell are you doing!" Grandma Long scolded: "At this time, do you still want to shit? You are really a human being and you have a lot of scandals!"

Faced with Granny Long's sarcasm, Zhu Dachang ignored it, or in other words, he didn't have time to pay attention to other things. At this time, he only felt a strong force suddenly coming from his soft whip.

At the same time, the soft whip actually had a suction force, which made it impossible for him to get rid of it, so he kept pulling on the soft whip, using up all his strength. It could be said that he "even used the strength to poop."

"Not good!" The woodcutter noticed Zhu Dachang's abnormality, shouted loudly, and swung the giant ax in his hand repeatedly, and actually cut out three axes.

"Broken Mountain!" Chen Mo's voice suddenly sounded in the smoke.

A huge nine-color fist pierced through the smoke and dust, instantly shattering three axes.

Bang!

The woodcutter's chest was punched through, revealing an empty hole. The breeze blew by, making him feel the slightest chill.

"Ah!" Zhu Dachang screamed strangely, and his whole body was suddenly pulled away and rolled into the smoke. Then there was a sound like a watermelon bursting, and then there was no more sound.

"Boom!" The tall body of the woodcutter fell down like a falling mountain.

Grandma Long swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, her clawed palms were trembling constantly. She wanted to escape, but she felt that she was locked by a force of energy. It seemed that as long as she dared to move, she would immediately

was killed.

Chen Mo's figure slowly appeared in the smoke and dust, and he moved forward slowly step by step.
Chapter completed!