Chapter 91: Mo Fan vs Medicine Saint

"Mo... Mo Qingkuang?" Medicine Saint's pupils suddenly contracted. The person who came was not hiding at all. It turned out to be Mo Qingkuang!

This Mo Qingkuang was also very strange. He exuded an aura of at least the level of Martial Honor. His attack method was completely different from the original Mo Qingkuang.

The original Mo Qingkuang took a light and agile route, was good at speed, and emphasized breaking through the surface with a point.

The Mo Qingkuang in front of him, just from the powerful energy that burst out from the punch just now, can be seen that this is an extremely fierce fighting method.

Medicine Saint and Lin Yang were not wrong. The person who came was Mo Qingkuang, or in other words, it was Mo Qingkuang's body that came, but the controller was Mo Fan.

Before, Mo Qingkuang saw that the tribesmen could basically evacuate safely, so he planned to take advantage of the chaos to find his father's whereabouts.

He actually found the unique mark of the Mo family left by his father in the forest.

Following the mark and carefully avoiding the disciples of the Yuanjian Sect who came back one after another, he found this place all the way and found that Lin Yang, who was possessed by Medicine Saint, was controlling the hell flame to attack his father Mo Shan.

After being possessed by the Medicine Saint, Lin Yang's strength was at the level of Martial Honored. Relying on Mo Qingkuang's meager strength alone would only lead to his death.

Fortunately, you, Lin Yang, have your grandfather possess you, and I, Mo Qingkuang, also have my ancestors protecting me.

Mo Fan possessed him instantly, rushed to Mo Shan, and smashed the Hellfire with a powerful punch, saving Mo Shan from danger.

"Kuang'er? Is that you?" Mo Shan looked at Mo Qingkuang's back in disbelief, and murmured.

"It's me, it's me! Father, I'm here to save you! The ancestors won't let you die!" Mo Qingkuang cried out in grief in his body, but unfortunately Mo Shan couldn't hear him.

Mo Qingkuang didn't answer him, but slapped Mo Shan back, sending him flying into the cave, temporarily leaving the battlefield, and also removing the restrictions on him.

"Don't come out." Mo Fan snorted coldly, then looked at the shocked face of Medicine Saint and licked his lips: "I've been waiting for this day for a long time."

The Medicine Saint was the golden finger he designed for Lin Yang, and he is now the golden finger of Mo Qingkuang, and the two are in a hostile situation.

In the first two fights, he also had the upper hand, but both of them used Mo Qingkuang and Lin Yang as chess pieces to compete with each other.

The real head-on confrontation between the two has not yet appeared, and even Medicine Saint does not know that there is such a person as Mo Fan.

But for the unique resurrection material, only one of Medicine Saint and Mo Fan is destined to survive!

"You are not Mo Qingkuang!" Medicine Saint said hoarsely, asking the same question as Mo Shan before.

"Aren't you Lin Yang too?" Mo Fan shrugged and sneered.

"Who are you?" Medicine Saint's heart sank.

This guy of unknown origin is obviously a soul body like him, and the strength he can exert is not inferior to himself at all.

Could it be that there are still beings with souls as strong as his, who can survive in this world in such a strange way?

He carefully searched all the people he knew who might be Mo Fan in Tianhan Continent, but found that none of them matched.

"Stop talking nonsense, let's fight!" Mo Fan clenched his fists, his eyes full of fighting spirit!

I don't know whether it is because he needs to have an urgent understanding of the strength of the Medicine Saint, or because of the so-called warlike character of the so-called War Emperor Mo Fan, Mo Fan's desire to fight is unprecedentedly high at this moment.

More importantly, he seems to have only five minutes like Ultraman.

"What a mistake, I have wasted half a minute!" Mo Fan complained in his heart, kicked the ground with his legs, and rushed towards the Medicine Saint like a cannonball.

The Medicine Saint also wanted to test the weight of this inexplicable person, and black flames burst out between his hands and rushed straight towards Mo Fan.

The flames of the Medicine Saint were extremely terrifying. Every time he blasted out with his palm, a piece of sparks was swaying, like a ghost lotus in hell demanding life.

Mo Fan perfectly inherited the combat quality of his predecessor. How could he be called the War Emperor in vain?

The strong wind of each punch could easily tear apart the sparks emitted by the Medicine Saint, and the distance between the two was further shortened.

Martial Honor-level warriors all have the ability to fly in the air, and fighting in mid-air is the main combat mode between Martial Honor-level warriors.

But Mo Fan prefers close combat. His name as the War Emperor was earned through close combat with a pair of iron fists!

His fists are indestructible and can break anything. When he was alive, he was strong and could withstand the enemy's attacks and force himself to get close. He raised his fists and beat people to death.

Therefore, he also left many roots of illness, leading to his premature death and the ruin of the Mo family.

Now Mo Fan still chooses the same means of attack as in his previous life, because he knows that the Medicine Saint is mainly an alchemist.

At a command, countless strong men will go through fire and water for him, just for a pill. His own combat experience is actually not rich.

If his fighting ability was also very strong, with his strength as a martial saint, he would never have been easily killed by others.

So Mo Fan believed that as long as he could get close, he could defeat the Medicine Saint in one fell swoop!

In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged hundreds of moves. On the surface, they were evenly matched, but in fact, Mo Fan was getting closer and closer to the Medicine Saint.

Mo Qingkuang and Lin Yang in the bodies of the two were even more dazzled. It turned out that this was how the martial masters fought!

So powerful, so fierce, the energy fluctuations were deliberately controlled, and the surrounding terrain was silently shaken into pieces.

Looking at the battle between the two people in front of him, and thinking about the fight between Wu Ming and Zhao Tianming just now, Mo Qingkuang felt that his ancestor could kill the two with a slap.

Mo Fan and the Medicine Saint are now both at the level of martial masters, with little difference.

Mo Fan was able to dominate the situation because of his rich combat experience.

The Medicine Saint knew that his experience was at a disadvantage, and he would probably lose if he continued to fight like this!

He said in a low voice: "Lin Yang, watch carefully."

Then he slammed his hands on the ground, and a ball of violent flames exploded, stopping Mo Fan's advancing figure.

The Medicine Saint took the opportunity to quickly distance himself and quickly formed seals with his hands.

The surrounding fire elements began to riot, and a human figure slowly condensed behind him.

As the figure became clearer and clearer, the temperature nearby gradually became hotter, and some trees actually began to spontaneously combust.

"Fire God's Wrath?" Mo Qingkuang's pupils shrank.

The Medicine Saint knew the Fire God's Wrath, and this move was also passed on to Lin Yang by him.

However, he only knew the Fire God's Wrath move, and there were more powerful moves later, and he didn't have time to learn them.

Back then, he was devoted to studying pharmacology, and he only took a quick look at this level of martial arts, but didn't practice it carefully.

Don't ask why, just ask because it was set by the author Mo Fan.

Mo Fan was also very pleased about this. Although the Fire God's Wrath was strong, its subsequent moves were even more ferocious. Lin Yang was not able to practice it because of his insufficient cultivation. Medicine Saint could have practiced it long ago.

Fortunately, Medicine Saint didn't know how to do it, otherwise it would be really difficult to deal with him.

Seeing this, Mo Fan slowly lowered his horse stance and said in his heart: "Stinky boy, look at me clearly!"