In three moves, Naraka, who was killed by the Knights and the Law Enforcement Group, was defeated?

In three moves, you have to go one level and reach the limit of the sixth step. The strong man who has already begun to embark on the seventh step is defeated?

The three moves, no matter what, are an extremely ridiculous number.

Is it a crazy saying without any basis, or is it that Mo Cheng really has the power to kill the enemy in front of him?

No one knew the answer, and Naraka didn't know it, but he was amused by Mo Cheng's so-called words.

"Three moves? Hahahahahahahahahaha!!!"

When facing an opponent whose level is lower than his level and the opponent even speaks three moves to make him taste the taste of failure, no matter who he is, he will laugh.

Even if this laughter was filled with anger towards him [power] extreme [disrespect].

"Is your reliance an extraordinary [Gangti]?"

Naraka opened the palm of his right hand, and a dark and dark blade slowly squeezed out, the tip of the knife, the body of the knife, until the last hilt, a complete and full of unknown aura.

"It's indeed unexpectedly hard, but I like to cut off hard things."

"Then what are you waiting for?" Mo Cheng stretched out his hand and pointed at his cheek, "Come on, try harder and chop me."

In an instant, a storm broke out where the two were, rolling all the sand, soil, bricks and stones into the sky. Under the extremely terrifying acceleration, all the inconspicuous little things became deadly weapons.

The wind was released violently towards the surroundings, completely destroying and destroying the surrounding houses. The moment the two of them fought, they changed the surrounding environment into a more suitable open space for battle.

"Clang!"

The fist and the knife contacted each other again, just like the collision between steel and steel, and a large number of sparks exploded. The powerful impact made the collision weapons retreat involuntarily, but the figures of the two did not retreat at all.

A slight retreat and a brief rejuvenation are all for the next moment.

The strong wind and heavy rain. Only in this way can we describe the collision of fists and swords all over the sky. The fist pressing sword pressing forms a storm, and it is also a direct train to hell.

"Bang!"

"Bang!!"

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang!!!"

Broken, crush again, continue to crush!

Whether it was the blade or his bones that appeared in Naraka's hands, under Mo Cheng's heavy fist force, there was only a shattering end.

"Ha, it's such a hard fist! Only such a fist can make me feel happy!"

When the blade breaks, the blade that grows again will be harder, sharper and stronger than before.

I don't know how many blades were broken, but the blade in Naraka's hand was strong enough to cut the dragon scales and hurt his body.

"So hard, so hard body! More than five hundred blades of broken blades have been strengthened to cut the body, and your hardness is enough to make me [super]!"

Hard?

Mo Cheng pointed his heart at a finger, and the fierce fire element burned the heart, causing blood to roar in his body. He used the facts to tell Naraka that he could be harder!

He instantly burned 50% of his blood, regaining all Mo Cheng's dragon scales. At the same time, his body is harder and faster, and his fists are stronger than ever before!

In the gap where Naraka swung his sword, Mo Cheng's fist hit the opponent's abdomen first. The opponent's body, which was comparable to steel, could not resist Mo Cheng's heavy punch. The abdomen was deeply trapped in the body, and the soft internal organs were forcibly displaced, squeezing the heart and blood vessels.

A heavy punch made Narakuga feel that his heart was about to be spit out of his throat by the other party, but Narakuga laughed instead.

"Okay, let's change one move!"

Naraka immediately broke all the blades, and condensed the strongest and sharpest sword with both hands. It was extremely sharp, and then cut Mo Cheng's neck at this very close distance.

At the same time, the power of Mo Cheng's fist also exploded completely. The simple, direct and rough fist force crushed Naraka's internal organs, and shook them into juice and shot out from his facial features and pores.

One move has passed.

Mo Cheng was cut off his head, and Naraka was also smashed into his internal organs. Both of them were injured?

No, this injury can't affect the situation at all.

"I've gained something." Naraka ignored the liquid that kept gushing out of his facial features and pores, and pointed his sword at Mo Cheng in both hands. "I thought that as long as the sword is sharp enough, it would be able to cut everything in the world. But now you let me know that it's easy to cut off something stylish and qualitative, but if I want an invisible and qualitative [Life Power], my sword is still not powerful enough."

"Yes, your sword is not good enough."

Perhaps Naraka's blade is really not good enough, and some blood vessels and flesh on Mo Cheng's neck are stuck together, and this adhesion is enough to restore everything to the Siren shell that reaches the [critical point]. The wound is instantly washed away by the huge deep-sea vitality and holy light.

"If your sword is sharp enough, how can you transform yourself to accommodate more sharp swords? How can you simply and ridiculously pursue the meaningless sharpness and hardness?"

Although the brain is separated from the body for only a short moment, it is not without any effect. The brain needs time to respond when it is insufficient blood supply for a while.

Naraka is the same. His internal organs in his body are blown into juice. In terms of injury, it is probably much more serious than Mo Cheng. Even if the heart-spine-blood vessels have been supernaturalized to form another internal circulation system, this injury still requires time to recover.

The first move of contact has already made Mo Cheng understand the limit of Naraka, which is far from being able to knock Mo Cheng down. "Five hundred blade enhancements are your limit, and it is worthy of praise to be able to hurt me."

Five hundred reinforcements are the limit? Is Mo Cheng’s words true or false, or is this just a [spray move] used to attack the opponent’s psychology?

But from Naraka's dark face, we can see that Mo Cheng's guess is correct, and he has reached Naraka's limit.

"Next..."

Mo Cheng's whole body was like fried beans, and his figure seemed to have grown out of thin air. "Sword from the Invincible Hell? Let me take you back to your hometown!"

"Can you kill me with two opportunities?

The sword that strengthens to the limit is enough to break through the dragon scales and physical protection. The chill at the tip of the knife is called the threat of death.

"You should ask yourself, can you survive the next time?"

The flames burned in the heart, burning the blood to 30%. Red mist and sparks kept floating out of the pores, which were the evaporated blood.

"Then you have to be careful. Next I will break through to Jianhao and cut you and your life off."

The black and red sword energy ignited all over the body, just like an iron meat grinder. Whether it is the flesh or the harder steel, it will be shattered into mud.

"Does your poor swordsmanship fail the exam? Then I'm really looking forward to it."

In an instant, the fist wind and sword shadows collided again.
Chapter completed!