"Who the hell are you!" John clenched the gun in his hand more tightly, and sweat came out from his forehead.
MoXiaoCheng take out the spirit tablet behind him "just three years you don’t remember me? My name is Mo Xiaocheng, and I am the younger brother of Mo Weicheng. I am here to kill you today! "
Bang!
John decided to shoot.
However, even if he is a good marksman, how can he hit Moxiao City? He couldn’t even catch the movie of MoXiao City, and he was caught by MoXiao City with one hand.
"You know, I vowed to kill the man who hurt my brother, so you can go to die …"
Ga ga … uh, uh …
John was pinched by his neck, and his eyes were so wide that the boss panicked. He kicked his feet without a groan in his throat, and he could watch his neck being tightened little by little. The strong sense of suffocation made his brain lack oxygen and his face flushed.
The woman behind him screamed and went crazy, longing to leave this hellhole. It’s a pity that Mo Xiaocheng wouldn’t give her this chance. He kicked the tea table next to him and hit the woman’s body, and immediately fainted.
Little by little, John’s breath became weaker and weaker, and his eyes turned white. Mo Xiaocheng broke his meridians with one hand and removed his joints, which made him suffer from severe pain.
Finally John died.
……
Time flies in a flash, and the winter has passed and spring has come.
Mo Xiaocheng killed himself and got revenge on Fang Yifeng and Tang Yuan John, so he traveled all over Europe for three months, and then he went to Africa.
It is worth mentioning that it is Africa, and he has a broad vision. It turns out that there are many masters in the barren African region, but he did not see the master of Dandao.
Wherever he goes, it can be said that he has a purpose, but it can also be said that he is in a relaxed mood. Another way of saying it can be said that he wants to travel around the world to see the customs and cultural heritage of various places and enrich his knowledge.
This is good for his martial arts.
In his state, if you want to make progress, there is no effect from fist training, and you can make a breakthrough only if you understand more from your heart
Since the land true fairy can be called fairy, it is no longer normal logic to speculate.
In March, Moxiao City visited most countries in Africa, and he made a trip to Asia.
First, he went to Japan, which is an island country with world-class economy and technology.
He was not idle the next day, so he went to a famous local martial arts school in Tokyo and kicked the gym. Unfortunately, none of the Dan Dao masters had the highest martial arts, but he couldn’t hold back his three moves and two styles.
Then in a week, he traveled all over the martial arts school and finally drew a man named Wu Renda and Dan Dao, who was the first martial arts master in Japan twenty years ago. He was good at fencing and retired from the Jianghu at the age of ten, but he was led out by Mo Xiaocheng.
The two men fought with a bunch of dark steel guns and a fish belly sword of Wu Renda and Tsao for ten hours in the first battle of Mount Fuji. Finally, Wu Renda and the cherry tree that was stabbed to death by Mo Xiaocheng shook the world day by day.
However, Moxiao City didn’t know that it had a long reputation, and then it traveled all over South Korea, Thailand, India, Israel, Afghanistan and other Asian countries.
Wherever he goes, he will inevitably want to know what local martial arts schools have, and then he will challenge South Korea, Thailand and India. He has met experts in hiding the streets and fighting for the first world war.
I don’t know if I don’t leave, but there are still many experts in the world who are generally not intimate and easy-going. They have seen through the world of mortals, and the world does not compete.
Mo Xiaocheng has seen various styles of martial arts against these Dan Dao masters, which has fully enriched his martial arts and benefited a lot.
Chapter three hundred and thirty-seven The Great War thirty years ago
Every master of Dan Dao has his own strange life. People who can practice martial arts to Dan Dao are not ordinary people. Without great qualifications and patience, the big opportunity is to stop at the peak if they can’t practice Dan Dao at most.
How many practitioners stop after reaching the peak of their vitality and eventually die of old age and die in the long river of history?
Dan Dao and Hua Jin are separated from each other by a breakthrough. Dan Dao can be regarded as the top master in Wulin. If you can look down on the best, you can be regarded as a first-class master, far from being an opponent of Dan Dao.
Don’t say, take MoXiao City as an example. He is now surrounded by ten top martial arts experts, but it takes a little more effort.
It is worth mentioning that he has not lost a game against the experts of Dan Dao from all over the world, and he is full of enthusiasm, and he has a lot of advice and reprimands Fang Qiu for his heroic posture.
He constantly improved his martial arts, and when he had a complete fist fight, he didn’t fix Tai Chi or hexagrams, but took any move he liked and could play Tai Chi, hexagrams, rhymes, forms and spirits. This is the true meaning of martial arts.
In a deep forest, Mo Xiaocheng’s linen sandals lived a primitive life and punched with dead leaves.
Whoo-hoo …
He punched and slapped the wind and rolled up the dead leaves, flying all over the sky like a tornado, spinning around the center of Moxiao city
Fight faster and faster
Mo Xiaocheng closed his eyes and felt the outside world. His fist seemed to be sticky, sticking the dead leaves flying around him. His footsteps never stopped, and he walked in an obscure way that people couldn’t understand or remember. This kind of footwork looked unhappy, but in fact, he walked very fast. Every time he stepped out of an instant, there were 991 more footprints.
"Come on!"
Draw a circle of Yin and Yang Tai Chi with your hands on your chest, and the dead leaves will immediately gather with his hands to form a huge ball. There is a faint rhyme in the outline of Yin and Yang.
"shrink!"
Then his hands kept accelerating to compress this big ball with a diameter of one meter, and he shrank it to a diameter of twenty centimeters, and his hands kept spinning and humming.
"l!"
He threw the dead leaves into a ball and then he shouted "Boom!"
The ball of dead leaves thrown into the middle should explode, and the yellow leaves will spread slowly, and the sky will fall like a sea of leaves.
This is Moxiao City. He clung to the dead leaves and then compressed them and threw them into the middle. At this time, the scattered place just exploded to form a beautiful scene.
If someone is here, they will definitely shout magic. This method is almost the same as seeing a magic fairy.
……
Returning to Moxiao City in China, he didn’t return to the sea. He went to his hometown to pay homage to his ancestral grave, and by the way, he put the spirit tablet of Mowei City on the memorial tablet of Mojia Liedai Hall.
Mo Zhengqi is Grandpa Mo Xiaocheng.