So, Qi Wenming actually laughed: "Dongfang Mo, just blow it, I don't believe it. You really dare to do anything to me. I will tell you, don't say that you will take my life. Even if I let me lose one's head, don't want to live. Don't forget who my elder brother is?"

"Is that true? " Dongfang Mo sneered, "What kind of onion is your elder brother? Now, I will tell you to know how powerful I am."

As soon as Dongfang Mo finished speaking, Qi Wenming felt the pressure of overwhelming mountains and seas. His level 3 Xuan King was actually suppressed by Dongfang Mo's level 7 Xuan Lord, making him unable to resist.

Qi Wenming felt a little cold at this moment. He just didn't understand that the difference in cultivation was so much, so why did he seem to have no chance to fight back? This is really not very scientific.

However, the next second made Qi Wenming feel a little embarrassed

Dongfang Mo used his pressure to suppress him hard, unable to move at all. He raised his palms himself, and the sound of "papapapapapapa" was endless. Dongfang Mo's slap in the face was like not having money. There was a thunder and lightning palm hidden in his palm. Although it was a small technique, Qi Wenming, who was passively beaten, had a terrible cheek. The dark brown palm prints were getting darker and darker.

After more than twenty slaps in the face, Qi Wenming will definitely turn into a complete pig's head. The color of the whole face has changed, and the eyes have become a line, because the face is swollen and almost sealed.

However, Qi Wenming was a little bit backbone. He was beaten like this by Dongfang Mo. He didn't scream in pain. He could even say some tough words in his mouth.

When Dongfang Mo caught Qi Wenming's voice still relied on his brother Qi Wenliang, he immediately sneered: "By the way, I remember you just now that I didn't dare to take your life. Even if you lost one head, someone would come to me to settle the score, right?"

Qi Wenming didn't know what Dongfang Mo was going to do, so he looked at him with an extremely frightened pair of eyes. When he saw the cold smile on the corner of Dongfang Mo's lips, Qi Wenming had a calves twitching: "What are you going to do?"

"Why, I'm afraid when I mention taking your life, didn't you have a strong backbone just now?" Dongfang Mo sneered, "I tell you, Qi Wenming, what I look down on the most is something like you that relies on human power. I'm starting to pull your head now. When your head falls out and no one comes to save you, I'll take your life."

In the Nine Netherworld, there were not many people who came up and said that they wanted someone's life. Although these disciples were all very arrogant and no one obeyed each other, there were not many people who actually killed the other party because after the spiritual sense escaped, they could continue to practice the magical martial arts, but they were only severely damaged. At this time, no one would kill them all. After all, at this moment, the elders of the Nine Netherworld would come forward.

However, when a black silk was thrown high by Dongfang Mo, people only felt a chill in their necks, and they kept saying in their hearts that this guy was too fierce, it would be fine if he beat Qi Wenming like this, but now he really wants someone else's life? Can Qi Wenliang give up and stop practicing the Ministry of War, Lang Biaotian, who is also very protective of his junior brother in his department, and he will not agree.

Everyone smelled a smell called "trouble", but this Dongfang Mo, who pulled Qi Wenming's head, felt nothing at all.

Qi Wenming is no longer as strong as before. Now this kid is already scared and there are still bursts of pain on his scalp, which makes his call similar to that of a pig slaughter, and can be sent back to Daojiu Netherworld Mansion.

Dongfang Mo patted Qi Wenming's head with no few left: "Your elder brother didn't hear your screams, don't you dare to come?"

Qi Wenming was so angry that his heart hurt. He thought to himself, why haven’t the elder brother come yet

Before Dongfang Mo's voice could be completely finished, a roar rang behind the crowd: "Stop, let my brother go"

Dongfang Mo then stopped and said, "You are Qi Wenliang, your brother missed you so much." As he spoke, Dongfang Mo's spiritual sense had already swept over Qi Wenliang, the third-level Xuan King, and he knew it in his heart.

However, after cultivation, Dongfang Mo truly realized that Qi Wenliang's aura was much thicker than his idiot brother. Therefore, Dongfang Mo also increased his vigilance, restrained his own pressure, and pushed Qi Wenming to Qi Wenliang one after another.

When Qi Wenliang saw his brother's embarrassing appearance, he was immediately furious. After all, this was his own brother.

"Dongfang Mo, you are really impatient to live. How dare you touch my younger brother?" Qi Wenliang gently put Qi Wenming aside. The ordinary disciples who followed him would naturally take good care of Qi Wenming.

Dongfang Mo raised his eyebrows: "It's him who is looking for a beating, no wonder I am. You, the elder brother, will you go back and teach your brother a good lesson."

Qi Wenliang would not have heard Dongfang Mo say so much. Along the way, he already knew the whole story of this matter very clearly, so there was no need to ask. As soon as the spiritual energy moved, the thick black spiritual energy rushed towards Dongfang Mo. Dongfang Mo couldn't help but nodded secretly. Qi Wenliang's aura was thick, and it was because of his lack of greed. At least there was not so much blood-red color in the black spiritual energy of his magical skills. Although there was a trace occasionally, it could be called pure.

Dongfang Mo did not dare to neglect it, and once again activated a trace of his blood power. In the blink of an eye, Dongfang Mo's cultivation had already risen to the second level of Xuan Wang.

Even Qi Wenliang was shocked in this situation. The cultivator in front of him actually improved his cultivation so easily. What kind of martial arts is this?

However, he was the fourth-level Xuan King, and he used his technique without thinking: "Demonic Star Fist" Qi Wenliang roared, and countless fist shadows seemed to fall from the sky, instantly covering Dongfang Mo.

Seeing this technique, Dongfang Mo suddenly thought of the ungraded technique he learned, which was the three-point sword technique created by the founder of the Sword Sect.

To deal with such a character, Dongfang Mo really disdains to use more techniques, so Dongfang Mo also roared and stretched out his palm. The spiritual energy in his palm surged. In the blink of an eye, a golden spiritual sword was transformed. Under the waving of the golden sword, a golden light was left. Dongfang Mo also roared: "Sword Ask the Sky"

After a dull "bang" sound, countless "dangdang" metal collision sounds were followed. It can be seen that the attacks condensed by the two people using their spiritual energy were already like steel sword shadows. If they fell on people, there would definitely be no good results.

After this battle, the outcome was actually decided, that is, Dongfang Mo stood there happily, but Qi Wenliang took three steps back before he could stand firm.

"Hiss" Even Qi Wenliang couldn't accept it. How did this guy do it? "What kind of cultivation do you have?"

"Why are you more crazy than your brother? I have used some means to improve my cultivation. Can't you see that my true cultivation is at the seventh level Xuanjun?" Dongfang Mo said with a disdainful smile, "When I led Linglong out, I was still the seventh level Xuanjun I had just broken through. Everyone saw it."

"This" Qi Wenliang couldn't accept it anymore. He was above his true sixth level of cultivation and had crossed a great realm. His attack was easily resolved by this kid.

"Qi Wenliang, why, someone bullies my brother?" This is the voice of a woman, but this voice sounds extremely rude and rude, which is something that comes from the bones.

Everyone shook their faces and saw that a woman was walking from behind the crowd. She was wearing a black dress and a little bit of makeup on her face, but it did not block the hostility on her face. Her lips were still purple-black. This was a unique color for practicing magical skills. Her face was also cold, making this woman look very cold.

"This senior sister Shi Yingling." The onlookers suddenly became a little turmoil. This senior sister doesn't come out to walk around often on weekdays, maybe it's because of Qi Wenliang's relationship.

When Dongfang Mo heard people's discussion, he also reacted to who the woman was, hugging her shoulders and sneered slightly.

When Qi Wenliang saw Shi Yingling, the panic he had just disappeared.

"Junior Sister Yingling." Qi Wenliang was very intimate with Shi Yingling's title.

Shi Yingling was not dissatisfied at all. She glanced at Qi Wenliang and then looked at Dongfang Mo: "What's going on?" The voice was filled with its own majesty.

Qi Wenliang briefly told the story. Shi Yingling came to Dongfang Mo. The temperature ejaculated from her eyes was extremely cold: "Come with me."

Dongfang Mo looked at Shi Yingling as if she asked her junior brother to speak to him, and thought to herself that she didn't know how much she was. So Dongfang Mo asked arrogantly: "Why?"
Chapter completed!