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

"Who are you?" The woodcutter asked solemnly, telling him intuitively that the person standing in front of him is very difficult.

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

"Chen Mo?" The woodcutter exulted after being surprised: "You are Chen Mo!"

"He is Chen Mo?" Long Po Po, who had just escaped, said: "It's really nowhere to be found in the iron shoes. It takes no effort to come! Chen Mo, quickly hand over your baby who activates the dragon veins, otherwise you The little silent door will be annihilated today!"

"Hand over baby, spare you not to die!" The recovered Zhu Dachang also stared at Chen Mo with gloomy eyes.

His injury is not serious. After recovering just now, his arms have recovered. Compared to Zhu Wenxiu's injury, he is already considered lucky.

Chen Mo smiled and said, "The baby that activates the dragon veins? What is that?"

"Don't pretend to be garlic! If you don't have a treasure, you can withstand the impact of the dragon veins with your cultivation base?" Long Popo said, "You are not a little monk who should take it as your own. You should know the truth of “everyone is not guilty, but he is guilty”."

"Why talk nonsense with him!" Zhu Dachang yelled: "Chopping wood, you **** chopped him!"

"Huh!" Hearing Zhu Dachang's urging, the woodcutter snorted coldly, raised the big axe in his hand again, and shouted, "Stubbornly restless!"

Chen Mo stepped forward and suddenly appeared in front of the woodcutter. The woodcutter was shocked. Unexpectedly, Chen Mo's speed was so fast that he could not cut off the big axe in his hand, so he kicked Chen Mo with his foot.

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

"clang!"

The woodcutter walks in the mountains all year round. When chopping wood, the strength of his arms, waist and abdomen, and the strength of his legs are three forces in one. After years of exercise, he is confident that his leg skills are no better than his own axe. Not much difference, but when he kicked Chen Mo on top of an iron plate, he made a clang.

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

The woodcutter suffered a big loss, but he himself retreated very quickly with the force of this counter-shock. When Chen Mo was far enough away from Chen Mo, the large axe in his hand was slashed off, and he shouted loudly at the same time: " Go together!"

When the woodcutter kicked Chen Mo with the painful expression on his face at the moment, Long Po knew that Chen Mo was not easy to follow. She stretched out her dry hands, and suddenly grew out of her hands like dead wood. With sharp and sharp nails, she rushed towards Chen Mo, and she swooped away like a big bird. The speed was so fast that she was three points faster than the speed of the Tibetan sword cultivator Zhu Wenxiu.

"Mother-in-law, wait for me!" Zhu Dachang yelled, a soft whip suddenly appeared in his hand, licked his tongue and said: "This is a baby that I only use when I play with the girls. It's cheaper today for your kid. !"

Zhu Dachang groaned, and the soft whip in his hand grew longer like a cane, entwining Chen Mo as if it had life and spirituality.

At this time, the big axe chopped by the woodcutter came to Chen Mo's eyes. Chen Mo was holding his left hand behind him, and his right hand grabbed towards the axe-shaped spiritual force.

"The kid is looking for death!" The woodcutter urn roared angrily: "Just because you want to use your body to defend my creation without any exercises?"

Even if Chen Songzi exhausted the spiritual power in his body and slammed the second punch of the Profound God Fist, Jiang He still ended up with a serious injury and a coma. Even if you Chen Mo is Chen Songzi’s master, it is only a golden age. Because, if you want to use the power of your physical body to carry this axe, I'm afraid it will only end in a dead end.

The wood-cutter, Long Po Po, and Zhu Dachang all showed ecstasy.

"Boom!" The spiritual power cut by the terrifying big axe rushed down Chen Mo's body like a river pouring down.

Long Po Pocha yelled and waved dozens of claws with both hands. Zhu Dachang's soft whip followed closely and quickly wrapped Chen Mo's body. The binding feeling from the soft whip made Zhu Dachang overjoyed and roared. Said: "He is dead!"

"Qiangqiangqiang!" A sound of golden and iron humming sounded, and Chen Mo's position was chopped out by a large axe with a huge axe mark, and countless smoke and dust rose up.

The three stood side by side, staring at the smoke and dust intently. For a long time, Grandma Long sighed and said: "This kid's strength is really terrifying. If it weren't for his pretentiousness, he would use his body to resist the firewood-cutting world, I'm afraid we He can't be killed easily yet, now he is dead, his treasure is ours!"

The woodcutter still did not speak, but stared at the smoke.

And Zhu Dachang, who was holding the soft whip in his hand, suddenly turned strange, flushed, his body straightened, and he looked unhappy.

"Zhu Dachang, what the **** are you doing!" Long Popo yelled: "At this time, is it possible that you still want to shit! There are so many ugly things, you!"

In the face of Long Po Po’s ridicule, Zhu Dachang didn’t care about it, or he didn’t have time to pay attention to the things next to him. At this time, he just felt a sudden force coming from his soft whip. At the same time, the soft whip still had a suction force, which made him unable to get rid of it, so he kept pulling on the soft whip, almost exhausted his whole body's strength, it was really called "even the power to shit".

"Not good!" The woodcutter discovered the abnormality of Zhu's large intestine, shouted, and swung the giant axe in his hand again and again, unexpectedly chopped out three axes.

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

A huge Jiucai fist pierced through the smoke and dust, and instantly shattered three axe energy.

Bang!

The woodcutter's chest was pierced by a punch, revealing an empty hole, and the breeze made him feel the slightest coolness.

"Ah!" Zhu Dachang cried out strangely, the whole person was suddenly pulled away, rolled into the smoke and dust, and then there was a sound like a watermelon cracking and then there was no more sound.

"Boom!" The tall body of the woodcutter fell suddenly, like a fallen mountain.

Long Granny swallowed with difficulty, her hands full of sharp claws were trembling at this time. She wanted to escape, but felt that she was locked in by an air force. 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 slowly moved forward step by step.

"A vain attempt to kill people and steal treasures, the four ancient sects, be punishable!"