As soon as the explosion sounded, Mo Tang's body almost turned into a black line and rushed towards the fleeing Meng Long.
This speed far exceeded Meng Long's imagination, and he couldn't help but let out a few exclamations.
Seeing that there was no hope of escape, Meng Long's eyes and sword became fierce. He swept his spear across, and a fierce gust of wind suddenly emerged from in front of him, accompanied by a sharp sound of breaking wind, and smashed towards Mo Tang's head.
"clang!"
The crisp sound of metal clashing echoed from where the two men were fighting.
As the sound waves spread, a circle of fierce energy surged out from between the blade and the gun...
Suddenly, the ground beneath the feet of Mo Tang and Meng Long was cracked!
"Tsk, it turns out that your strength is not even as good as that Meng Jiao, and you still have the nerve to call yourself the Grand Commander..."
Stepping back, Mo Tang looked at Meng Long who had taken several steps back and said with disdain.
"You...! You're going too far!"
Meng Long's face had turned purple.
I am the chief because I am your elder brother!
Ignoring his words, Mo Tang stepped back suddenly, and his body shot out again like an arrow. The sharp long knife in his hand drew a circle in the air, and with a burst of oppressive wind, he chopped it down fiercely.
When his body was about to enter Meng Long's attack range, Mo Tang kicked the ground hard, and his body moved to his left side strangely. He tightened his palm and pointed the blade directly at the opponent's neck.
Apart from Meng Jiao who was killed by him before, this was the first time that Mo Tang faced off against a master-level fighter.
Although the opponent's strength is not as good as mine, it is just right for me to practice with him...
Meng Long was indeed an old mercenary who had fought his way through the ranks and was rich in combat experience. Although his speed and strength could not compare with Mo Tang's, he wielded his spear so tightly that he was able to block the latter's intensive attacks one after another.
"Ding! Ding! Ding..."
As the two men's attacks and defenses were so dazzling, the crisp sounds of metal colliding almost filled the spacious square.
The sound of metal lingered over the square for a long time.
As the saying goes: A long attack will lead to impatience, and a long defense will lead to failure.
The battle between spear and shield depends on who makes the mistake first...
Seeing the young man opposite becoming impatient because of the long-term attack and even his sword movements were a little disorganized, Meng Long was suddenly overjoyed.
"Right now!"
"Boy, it's over!"
After blocking Mo Tang's sword, Meng Long suddenly exerted force, causing the former to lose his balance and open his chest!
A murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he shouted grimly: "Explosive Flame Spear!"
As Meng Longchen's shout fell, the fierce red flame fighting spirit on his spear condensed crazily...
After a moment, it seemed as if a vortex of fire formed on the spear. In the center of the vortex was a dark hole, and fierce energy was rapidly condensing in it.
"Die! Boy!"
With a grin, a ferocious look appeared on Meng Long's face. He blasted out with his spear, and a circle of fierce crimson energy ripples spread along the spear...
Finally, it burst out from the tip of the gun.
The vortex of flames on the spear suddenly stopped at this moment. In the dark hole, a red energy ball that was almost as solid as a substance, carrying a fierce gust of wind, slammed heavily onto Mo Tang's sword!
When it came into contact, the red energy ball surged and then exploded violently like a bomb.
"Bang, clang!"
This sudden symphony of metal and iron was almost like thunder, exploding violently above the square.
The violent sound waves caused the people on both sides who were fighting around to cover their ears involuntarily and look at the scene in astonishment.
"Gudong!"
Zhang Fang couldn't help swallowing, then looked slightly towards Wu Liang and Li Tong, who were similar to him and not far away.
If the three of them were dissatisfied with Mo Tang's overbearing style before, now they no longer dare to have such thoughts...
A great fighting master with such powerful strength, even if he really killed them, I am afraid the family would not punish him for the three of them.
There is no other way. For a family, the influence of a great fighting master cannot be compared with that of a few fighting masters...
The explosive energy surprised Mo Tang a little. The long sword in his hand almost slipped out of his hand. He also stepped back quickly. Every step he took left a footprint embedded in the hard stone surface.
This scene made the remaining members of the Dragon Head Mercenary Group suddenly shout out in surprise, as if they saw hope of survival.
But the next scene instantly grabbed everyone's throat...
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Mo Tang's figure suddenly turned into a thin ray of light, and in almost the blink of an eye, he had arrived at Meng Long's side.
"What!"
Looking at the young man whose speed increased exponentially in an instant, Meng Long's face suddenly changed, his pupils shrank slightly, and he stared at the black light that was gradually enlarging in his pupils.
At a certain moment, an aura that was even more ferocious than before suddenly burst out from Meng Long's body. An iron fist covered with red energy, with a sharp sound of breaking wind, smashed fiercely at the ray of light.
Just a second before the fist force collided with the black line...
The figure that was like a flash of lightning suddenly paused in an incredible way, and then turned into a dream bubble and disappeared in front of Meng Long in an instant...
"laugh!"
"Well...!"
A bloody blade pierced through his chest.
The red battle armor around Meng Long was like a piece of thin paper, not bringing any obstacles to the opponent...
Strands of silver electric light emerged from the blade.
A wisp of green smoke, along with the smell of burnt barbecue, came out from the opponent's wound.
"Uh... heh... gurgle..."
Meng Long opened and closed his mouth, as if he wanted to say something. But as soon as he opened his mouth, a large amount of blood came out, directly turning all the words into unconscious syllables, and finally slowly disappeared.
"Dead…dead…"
The skinny middle-aged fighting master who had previously advised Meng Long to break out had fear in his eyes and was speechless.
Poof!
Mo Tang pulled his sharp sword out of the corpse, slowly raised it, and pointed it at the dragon heads who had already stopped...
"I'll give you one chance, surrender, or die!"
Plop!
Plop!
One after another, the tempting people dropped their weapons, fell to their knees, and surrendered to Mo Tang tremblingly.
Glancing at the less than 30 members of the Dragon Head, Mo Tang said to Zhang Fang and the other two, "Clean up this place. This will be my residence in Black Rock City from now on..."
"Yes, sir!"
(End of this chapter)