Chapter 237: No Looking Back

Mo Yuntian did not speak, but looked at Fang and Chen coldly. His grandson Mo Qingkuang needed his own protection. Not to mention the two second-grade Martial Lords, even the two Martial Gods, Mo Yuntian dared to rush forward without hesitation.

Fortunately, after taking the elixir, his physical condition has recovered. Mo Yuntian also gained a little more confidence. He raised his hand, grabbed Mo Qingkuang, threw it away, and rushed towards Fang and Chen.

Mo Yuntian held the wind with his hands, and with the desperate consumption of his energy, the wind howled violently.

As Mo Yuntian crazily activated his Qi, three tornadoes in a row formed in an instant! It was three times as many as before.

The three tornadoes were like dark black holes. Wherever they passed, the earth, stone and trees on the entire mountain range were swept up, and they were distributed in a Z-shaped pattern and approached Fang and Chen.

The tornado moved at an alarming speed, and it continued to increase. Controlling three tornadoes at the same time consumed a huge amount of Mo Yuntian's energy, but he didn't care.

Just to be able to hinder Fang and Chen!

Naturally, Fang and Chen would not just sit back and wait for death. The zigzag-shaped tornado was slowly approaching, and they did not want to become duckweeds in the strong wind.

"Old Chen, you're in a stalemate with him here! I'll rush out to find trouble with Mo Laogui!" The bald old man of the Fang family gave a deep shout, his body surrounded by sword light, and his speed increased sharply.

The other three tornadoes broke out of the encirclement and headed straight for Mo Yuntian.

The power of the three tornadoes was so powerful that even they, who were also martial masters, did not dare to attack them head-on. However, these tornadoes were controlled by Mo Yuntian.

As long as Mo Yuntian is dealt with, these three tornadoes will soon be self-defeating.

Before that, it would be best to let the old man named Chen, who has a tough fighting style, contain the three tornadoes.

The old man surnamed Chen shouted violently, and his already naked upper body swelled again.

This time, the whole body surged. The old man named Chen, who was originally only eight feet tall, suddenly rushed to a height of two or three feet in the blink of an eye, like a giant standing tall on the sky and the earth!

At the same time, the three tornadoes merged into one, forming a larger tornado that swallowed up the old man surnamed Chen.

What was shocking was that the old man surnamed Chen's muscles were exaggeratedly bulging, and his veins were bulging. He squatted down on his horse, but the violent tornado was unable to affect him at all!

Those rocks and trees mixed in the wind fell on the old man named Chen, like tofu blocks meeting a cutting machine, and were torn to pieces by the strong wind attached to the surface of the old man named Chen's body!

Those were three tornadoes that were devastating the hillside! How powerful must it be to be one?

And after continuous rotation, its power will only become stronger and stronger as time goes by! However, the old man surnamed Chen could not be shaken at all.

Mo Yuntian's face was extremely gloomy. How could he not guess the other party's intention? The old man from the Fang family had already drawn his sword and rushed towards him, while the old man surnamed Chen was using his powerful strength to wrestle with his own tornado!

Such a large tornado was extremely frightening for Mo Yuntian, and it also required countless efforts to keep it from breaking away from his control.

After all, this three-in-one energy is too huge and has gradually exceeded his control.

Of course, the old man surnamed Chen cannot carry on forever. After a while, he will be swept up by the tornado and lose his ability to resist.

But just this short period of time was enough for the old man named Fang to kill Mo Yuntian hundreds of times!

The long sword sings loudly, and the sword shines like lightning!

Mo Yuntian had to carefully control the tornado, which was almost impossible to avoid. He originally thought that he could trap the two of them with this huge tornado, but he didn't want to be rushed out by the old man surnamed Fang.

Now that he is in danger, as long as the old man surnamed Fang stabs him with this sword, he will die on the spot!

But he can't give up control of the tornado. If he gives up, the old man surnamed Chen will be liberated soon, and it will be even more difficult!

The sword light flashed, and the old man surnamed Fang swung his sword several times from a distance. There was no need to aim at all. Mo Yuntian, who was unable to move, was a living target.

Mo Yuntian gritted his teeth and forcibly lifted up the remaining Qi in his body to form a wind-gang light shield to resist the incoming sword light.

"Ding ding ding... 呲"

There were three crisp sounds of gold and iron in succession, followed by the sound of cutting through the encirclement.

This kind of wind-gang light shield with certain defensive power cannot completely block the sword light of the old man named Fang.

Of the four rays of sword light, three were offset, and one entered the body and struck Mo Yuntian on the chest!

The sharp sword energy cut a scar that was as deep as the bone, and at the same time, it quickly entered the body and wreaked havoc in Mo Yuntian's internal organs!

Mo Yuntian looked up to the sky and spat out a large mouthful of blood, and his body flew backwards far away.

He was no longer able to fight anymore, and his last true energy could not withstand the four sword energy of the old man surnamed Fang. He could not even control the huge tornado!

However, before losing control, Mo Yuntian still tried his best to control the tornado, which continued to grow in power, to wrap the old man surnamed Chen in the center.

In this way, it will not dissipate for a while, so it can trap the old man surnamed Chen for a while and buy some opportunities for Mo Qingkuang to escape.

After all, it is easier to escape from the pursuit of one Martial Lord than from the pursuit of two powerful Martial Lords.

Although it's just a little more opportunity.

"Four consecutive fatal blows are truly worthy of the reputation." Mo Yuntian climbed up from the ground with difficulty, and the blood spilled from his mouth dyed his gray beard red again.

The four fatal slashes were the four consecutive sword rays that the old man surnamed Fang had struck out just now and seriously injured Mo Yuntian.

This is the famous skill of the old man surnamed Fang!

The old man surnamed Fang also looked a little pale. It is true that the fatal four-shot attack is his famous skill, but in order to make the attack work, he also poured a lot of true energy into it, and the true energy stored in his body was also consumed greatly.

However, Mo Yuntian now has no ability to resist.

The old man surnamed Fang smiled: "Old Mo, don't waste your words. I know you want to delay time to buy time for your precious grandson to escape, but how far can he, a mere first-grade master, run?"

He didn't take Mo Qingkuang, who was thrown out by Mo Yuntian, seriously at all. As long as Mo Yuntian died, a first-grade master was no different from an ant in his eyes. Even if he was given another incense stick, Mo Qingkuang would not be able to escape from this mountain.

Mo Yuntian naturally knew that the reality was exposed, but as long as he delayed for a while, he could provide Mo Qingkuang with a glimmer of hope for escape!

After taking another nostalgic look at the direction where his grandson Mo Qingkuang, whom he had just met, left, Mo Yuntian roared and rushed towards the old man surnamed Fang!

He was using his life to buy the moment when the old man surnamed Fang killed him.

The old man surnamed Fang showed a cruel smile at the corner of his mouth, raised his long sword, and the sword light whistled, directly taking Mo Yuntian's head.