Ji Fan cleverly avoided this round of joint attack using the tiny gap left by the thugs of the Wang family in Kyoto.

Seeing this scene, Feng Mo's face darkened. A sinister flashed in his expression when he looked at the Wang family in Kyoto. Feng Mo had a rich practical experience. He knew very well that if people were uneven, if they continued to fight like this, it would not only not form a siege, but would also allow Ji Fan to find an opportunity to slip away.

At this time, the Feng Mo shouted directly at his subordinates.

"You all disperse and surround him for me, don't let him run away, I'll fight him alone."

With the order of Feng Mo, all the people from the Kyoto Martial Arts Association immediately dispersed and completely surrounded Ji Fan.

At this time, Feng Mo looked at Ji Fan and sneered:

"Boy, no matter what tricks you play today, the ending will be the same. Please accept your fate."

"I'm immortal. You just rely on practicing for decades than me. If you give me a few years, I'll kill you like a dog slaughtering."

Ji Fan said coldly.

"Put your ridiculous provocation method. Strength is everything. How can you practice for a long time? Only those who survive are qualified to speak harshly. As for you, haha, you have no chance."

Feng Mo was not moved by Ji Fan's words at all.

Hearing this, Ji Fan smiled faintly;

"Everyone says that dogs can't spit out ivory, but what you said is quite in line with my appetite. Just so I want to see how strong you are, the old dog."

Ji Fan wanted to delay time, but Feng Mo didn't.

"I really don't know how to live or die." Feng Mo sneered.

"I have to see if you can withstand my husband's third punch."

He suddenly punched again.

The third punch came.

At this moment, the internal force surging on the fist seemed to have turned into thousands of sharp arrows and shot towards Ji Fan.

Faced with this terrifying blow, Ji Fan's spiritual power poured out, and golden light flashed on his fists, and dozens of punches were blasted out in the blink of an eye.

boom!

Even so, Ji Fan was at a disadvantage in the moment of contact.

Although he punched dozens of punches in succession, his power was still a little worse than that of the Wind Demon.

Bang!

Ji Fan's body was instantly hit by more than ten internal forces of Feng Mo.

Even though Ji Fan's body was strong, more than ten wounds appeared on his body instantly. Each one was deep enough to see the bones.

With this powerful force, Ji Fan retreated back more than ten feet, and then he stabilized his body and looked at Feng Mo coldly.

After this period of battle, Ji Fan had roughly felt that his current strength was too far from the fifth-grade Wushu Sect of Fengmo, and his ordinary killer moves were no match for Fengmo at all. If he continued to fight like this, he would be exhausted to death sooner or later.

What's more, his main task now is not to fight the wind demon to the death, but to delay time until tomorrow morning when Wang Guming arrives.

At this time, Feng Mo saw that his third punch did not take Ji Fan down, and his eyes were also a little surprised.

"Boy, I have to say that you are indeed well-known. It seems that among the younger generation, you are already at the top."

"However, this should be your full strength. Next is my fourth punch, ready to die."

As soon as Feng Mo said this, his body moved.

The violent internal energy gathered in his fist again, and in a blink of an eye, it emitted a breath of destruction.

Feeling this scene, a sharp flashed in Ji Fan's eyes.

"It's time to try this trick."

Ji Fan's fists suddenly crossed and placed them in front of his lower abdomen. At the same time, a powerful spiritual power surged out from his body and poured into Ji Fan's fists in a strange path.
Chapter completed!