Zilala!

Immediately afterwards, I saw cracks appear above the black-red light cluster.

These cracks are like life, and they continue to spread out in all directions......

Seeing this, the eight young geniuses of the Mo tribe in the ring couldn't help but widen their eyes, and their hearts were quite shocked: Is this still a half-step true demon god?!

The eight people knew that Chen Shaofan was very powerful, and they directly blew Zhang Hang's heart, so they didn't dare to be careless, and as soon as they came up, they worked together to launch a powerful attack.

However, now this attack is like paper paste, and it looks like it is about to be easily broken by the other party.

The only one who wasn't shocked was Mo Qiyu, and he could easily do it and tear apart the attacks of these half-step True Demon Gods.

Bang——!

In the shocked gaze of the eight genius youths of the Mo Clan, the black-red light cluster exploded, turning into bits of black-red magic light and disappearing between heaven and earth.

At the center of the burst, a man with bare eyes stood.

At this moment, Chen Shaofan stood proudly like a god of war, his eyes exuded dazzling brilliance, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, revealing an arrogant and uninhibited color, looking extremely domineering.

The Mo tribe and the Ji clansmen under the ring were also shocked by the strength and toughness shown by Chen Shaofan.

"Now that you've attacked, it's my turn now!" Chen Shaofan said coldly.

After finishing speaking, he clenched his fists and burst out with a dazzling black and red magic light, and a vast coercion escaped and swept around.

Roar~~~

A shocking dragon roar came, deafening, and rushed straight into the sky.

On Chen Shaofan's body, a dragon shadow immediately condensed, it was the Qiankun Yin Yang Immortal Yuan Long Dun, who wanted to kill the Mo tribesmen.

"Boy, your opponent is me!" Mo Quanyu, who had not spoken all this time, said coldly.

After finishing speaking, this fang was also covered in black and red magic light, exuding a strong and domineering pressure, and rushed towards Chen Shaofan.

Mo Quanyu is also known for his physical strength, and he feels that he can suppress Chen Shaofan.

"Look, Mo Quanyu has made a move, he seems to be going to have a physical fight with Chen Shaofan!"

"That's true, Mo Qiyu's physical body is also very powerful!"

"With Mo Qiyu making a move, Chen Shaofan's kid rabbit's tail can't grow!"

"Mo Quanyu, kill Chen Shaofan!"

"Kill Chen Shaofan!"

A kind of Mo tribe under the ring, the people shouted one after another.

The speed of Mo Qiyu in the ring was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Chen Shaofan, and shouted coldly: "Give me death, boy!"

As the words fell, the muscles of his arms continued to bulge, breaking through the red robe, and the tendons and veins were constantly coiled, looking domineering, his fists were clenched, and there were magic patterns flying at the joints.

An iron fist smashed down on Chen Shaofan's head.

Woowoo woo –

The wind howled, making a terrible sound like a ghost crying, like a huge mountain pressing down on Chen Shaofan.

But Chen Shaofan had no fear on his face, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly: "True Demon God Realm, so what, I will kill it!"

After speaking, he slammed his fist towards the top of his head.

His iron fist, as if it had eyes, slammed into one place with Mo Qiyu's iron fist.

Rumble!

Click!

A deafening roar and the sound of bones breaking came at the same time.

I saw that the invincible Mo Quanyu was blown upside down by Chen Shaofan's punch, and it wasn't until he flew a few feet away that he could stabilize his body, and his arm that was fighting against Chen Shaofan had been broken.

The fist was a blur of flesh, and the blood of the Crimson Demon was gurgling.

Mo Quanyu looked up at the young man, his face was extremely gloomy, and there was horror in his eyes.

But Chen Shaofan stood unscathed, motionless, as steady as an immovable rock for eternity.

He looked at Mo Qiyu, whose arm was wasted, and said with a cold smile: "True Demon God, but that's it!"

At this moment, in the ring and under the ring, everyone couldn't help but be shocked again when they saw this scene!

"Chen Shaofan is too strong, he actually abolished one of Mo Yuyu's arms with one punch!"

"Chen Shaofan only has a half-step True Demon God cultivation!"

"Chen Shaofan's mighty !!"

Most of the clansmen of the Ji clan cheered excitedly.

Chen Shaofan listened to the cheers of everyone, the corners of his mouth curled, his figure flashed, and he rushed towards Mo Liyu.

Its speed was extremely fast, and it appeared in front of Mo Qiyu in an instant, and slammed into the opponent with a punch.

A black and red devil's glittering shield phantom immediately appeared on the surface of the ink feather, or it could be defended.

At this moment, Chen Shaofan's iron fist attacked the opponent's body fiercely, and the speed was as fast as lightning.

The shield phantom he condensed, under Chen Shaofan's iron fist, was like paper paste, and it was also shattered inch by inch, turning into bits of black and red magic light and disappearing without a trace.

Yes!!!

The screams were as terrible as a ghost crying, and they were creepy.

Wrapped in two wolves, Mo Qi Yu flew out of the ring, like a kite with a broken string, spitting blood in the air, slamming into the ground and dusting all over the sky.

There was still a look of horror in his eyes, but that look was forever fixed there, and he was already dead of anger.

The face of the patriarch of the Mo tribe was even more full of anxiety and anger: he never dreamed that this Chen Shaofan would be so strong that he actually killed Mo Quanyu on the first day of the Mo tribe!

Moreover, judging from the current situation, if the second game of the big competition continues, the remaining eight Mo tribe geniuses in the ring will have to be killed by Chen Shaofan!

In this way, I am afraid that the losses will be even more severe.

Such an ending was definitely not what the patriarch of the Mo clan wanted to see, he tried his best to seize most of the Ji clan's mines, and finally ended up in a bamboo basket.

At this time, Chen Shaofan stood proudly in the ring, his hands were still clenched into fists, his eyes reflected a domineering light, staring at the remaining eight genius young men of the Mo tribe, and said coldly: "The next one, who should I choose!"

His tone was full of earth-shattering killing meaning, which made people tremble all over, like falling into an ice cave.

The geniuses of the Mo tribe looked at the puddle of blood on the ground, and their faces were full of nervousness, mixed with a hint of horror.

The girl in red, Mo Xue, was even more obvious, and her body couldn't help but tremble.

At this moment, they had a feeling: they were like animals waiting to be slaughtered, and the young man in black opposite was a butcher with a sharp blade!

Chen Shaofan would not pity any enemy, and his fists once again burst out with dazzling black and red magic light......

Under the ring, the patriarch of the Mo tribe saw this, stood up without hesitation, and said in a gloomy voice in the direction of the ring: "The eight references of the Mo tribe will immediately withdraw from the ring, and our Mo tribe will admit defeat in the second game!"

He directly gave the order to retreat, and his face was very ugly: retreating without a fight, this is a shame!

However, the chieftain of the Mo tribe could no longer take care of this.

Now, let the remaining eight people withdraw, although there is no face, but they can finally keep the genius and daughter of the Mo tribe.

(End of chapter)