1644 Fight 3

When Yun Zhao heard that his master was about to come, his eyes lit up, and he immediately looked at Situ Xiao attentively.

The Murong family's two father and son couldn't help but be surprised, Murong Ying wondered: "The national teacher wants to take action personally?"

"Well, the strength of these people is completely unexpected." Murong Qian said solemnly.

Long Feiye glanced at it, and immediately said: "Old man, are you sure you want to go in person? If one accidentally kills you, we can't afford to pay a national teacher. If the emperor of Yunlong Kingdom, you can trouble us. suffered."

Yue Mobai nodded and said: "Well, look at the number of people outside. If you have an accident, I am afraid that the people will not let us go. You make us very embarrassed..."

Situ Xiao was a little surprised, but he wouldn't let these people live, and immediately said, "This seat will do justice for the heavens now! To prevent innocent people from being persecuted by you."

Nightmare said lightly: "Well, this is what you said. We originally didn't want to do it with you. Since you insist on doing this, then... Little Tongzi, you go!"

Mo Tong smiled immediately, "It's exactly what I want."

Situ Xiao's face was calm, his eyes were fixed on Mo Tong, his right hand was turned, and a dense blue energy body appeared instantly.

"Yo? Holy ninth floor? Isn't this your true strength?" Mo Tong raised her eyebrows lightly.

Murong Qian's eyes showed a look of shock, "The national teacher has already reached the ninth level of the holy level?"

Yun Zhao slightly said proudly: "Grandpa, Master is not only the ninth floor, but it is more than enough to deal with these people."

A smile suddenly appeared on Murong Ying's face, "It's still a great national teacher! These scoundrels must not be let go. If they condone like the prince, it will definitely be a big problem in the future."

Some people from far away saw it, and they were immediately envious and proud, "The national teacher is not far from the god level."

"It seems that none of these robbers can escape today."

"I'm afraid that even if they escape today, they will be hunted down by the Mo family and the Long family."

"That's right! It's still a Long family! They offended Miss Mo, who is the future young lady of the Long family."

Yaoyue listened and couldn't help but sneer: "Chichi, a fake, delusionally wanting to be the young lady of the Long family."

Aoki answered, "Delusional."

Meng Yue just looked at the front lightly and didn't say anything.

Situ Xiao moved instantly, and the power in his palm was released, and he immediately attacked Mo Tong's chest. At the same time, his other hand made a gesture, "Sleepy!"

The blue energy body shot at Mo Tong at an extreme speed, and behind the group of them, a thick stone wall instantly rose.

Mo Tong did not evade or flicker, and the palm of his hand secretly had a spiritual power. He seemed to raise his hand at will, but in the eyes of many people, it was like a man's arm and a car, and it was simply courting death.

But when the people who saw it screamed, thinking that they would see a bloody scene in the next second, they collectively lost their voices.

After a while, Murong and his son, who had recovered their voices, were surprised at the same time, "What?"

Murong Feixue's smiling face turned horrified again, "How is that possible?"

The people who saw it collectively exclaimed: "Oh my God!"

There was a trace of surprise in Situ Xiao's eyes, and the cold voice contained a questioning meaning, "Your cultivation is more than the late Saint level?"

Mo Tong smiled, playing with the dark blue energy body in her palm, "When did I say that I am a late-stage saint? Since I can see that you are more than ninth-level, what do you think?" For a second, before Situ Xiao could react.

Mo Tong's figure disappeared and appeared in front of Situ Xiao. He raised his hand and flicked it, bang! !