C827 A Huge Gully
C827 A Huge Gully
Therefore, after a long while, he said, "Old Daoist, are you crazy?"
Is he your personal disciple?
At the same time, Mo Nan wanted to curse in his heart.
He wanted to fight Sun Tu purely to regain some face. In addition, he wanted to test how strong he was now. However, after being provoked by Old Fraud, he doubted if he could survive three more moves.
"Are you scared?"
Yang Zifong turned back to look at him and said with a smile.
"Bah, I am your grandson!"
Mo Nan's face turned red. He braced himself and shouted. Then, he waved at Sun Tu.
"Little trash, come here. I am afraid that you will not be able to hit me even if I press your head."
Little, trash?
Sun Tu's figure flashed and appeared on Mo Nan's right. His seemingly small fist contained a terrifying force. It was obvious that he wanted Mo Nan to be at the same height as him after the strike.
"What the f * ck?"
Sun Tu was approaching at full speed, and Mo Nan didn't have the time to react. At the same time, he had truly witnessed the scariness of a Heavenly Level Killer.
He was indeed an existence that he couldn't deal with right now.
It was already too late to dodge. He forcefully slapped Sun Tu's head, hoping that Sun Tu would retreat by himself.
However, his attack, which had injured his enemies a thousand times and injured himself eight hundred times, did not work this time.
Sun Tu's attack still fell straight down. A clear cracking sound came from his right leg bone. After swaying for a while, Mo Nan suddenly sat on the ground.
Cold sweat was dripping down his head. It was visible to the naked eye that his calves below his knees were soaked in blood.
One move.
In just one move, he lost one leg, and his combat strength was greatly reduced.
"Hehe."
Sun Tu chuckled and lowered his other hand from above. Then, he took a few steps back without any hurry. After that, he even sat down. It seemed like he wanted to wait for Mo Nan to stand up before fighting with him.
"Cripple doesn't have the qualifications to fight me."
He said.
Mo Nan ignored him. He gritted his teeth and turned back to curse, "You old liar, you have no buttocks... You watched me get beaten, didn't you? "
"What's the use of calling you here, young master?"
He didn't expect Yang Zifong to just stand there and do nothing.
Yang Zifong's expression turned cold at this moment.
"You are no longer a child."
"You have made your own choice. You have to bear the consequences. I just want you to understand that I can help you this time. " But the next time, if the other party kills you, even a Grandmaster won't be able to save you... "
Mo Nan cursed in his heart.
"Why are you still trying to reason with me now?
He was in so much pain that he couldn't even listen to a single word.
However, he held his breath in his heart. Seeing the contempt in Sun Tu's eyes, he tried several times with a dark expression on his face before he finally stood up again.
"Grandson, come again..."
He did not finish his sentence.
Shorty had its advantages.
Sun Tu moved faster than normal people.
After realizing that the old Taoist priest did not care about his disciple, he no longer cared about what to do. He dashed forward and landed his right leg on Mo Nan's meniscus.
The crisp sound was even louder than before.
Moreover, Mo Nan flew out this time. He landed on the ground a few seconds later and rolled a few times on the ground. He looked very embarrassed because of the pain and a low roar that didn't sound like a human voice came from his throat.
Next to the tree.
Next to the tree, Yang Zifong's face twitched. He could not bear to see this happen.
However, he quickly raised his head, and when he looked at Sun Tu, a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes.
He saw Sun Tu's neck at the back of his neck. He did not know when he had been stabbed with a silver needle.
When did that kid do it? He didn't even notice it?
Sun Tu did not notice it at all. He looked at Yang Zifong and sneered coldly. "Old Daoist, you are ruthless. For the sake of you staying here obediently," he said. I will let you leave alive later. "
He looked at Mo Nan after saying that. He no longer had any patience.
"I will ask you one last time. Do you still care about the Ye family?"
Sun Tu had two goals for this trip.
The first was to bring Ye Wubing back and let the palace master deal with him.
Secondly, news came from a branch of the Blood God Hall near Yanjing. Someone was secretly investigating the truth of the incident in the Ye family. He wanted to stop the other party from doing so.
Needless to say, other than Mo Nan, no one else would care about an old incident that happened twenty years ago.
"Bah!"
Mo Nan spat lightly. It was true that the pain in his leg had made his mind a little chaotic. He could not even say anything unpleasant. How could he anger Sun Tu?
After spitting, he gritted his teeth and said,
"I will do whatever I want. If you have the guts, kill me. Otherwise, I will continue to investigate. Not only will it be investigated, but it will also be announced after the investigation is done."
"You're courting death!"
Sun Tu was completely enraged.
This time, he had the intention to kill. Before he attacked, he could even observe Yang Zifong's reaction and confirm that this old Taoist did not show any signs of attacking.
He grinned hideously and rushed out. He didn't forget to say in disgust when he made his move. "Don't worry, I will take good care of your woman..."
"Three, two..."
It was rare for Mo Nan to not be angry. He kept his calm and calculated the time quietly in his heart. When he said "one" in his heart, he instantly threw out the knife that he had been hiding for half a day.
The thick pig slaughtering knife carried a sharp wind as it attacked Sun Tu. Unfortunately, it did not allow Sun Tu to be on guard.
However, just as Sun Tu was about to push the knife away with one hand, he suddenly felt a wave of powerlessness coming from his body. His body staggered and was about to fall down. The pig slaughtering knife came at his neck.
"Damn it, what's going on?"
Sun Tu cursed in his heart. He was in a panic. Only at this moment did he realize that there was a piercing pain coming from the back of his head.
In the distance.
"It's done?"
Mo Nan looked at the direction of the pig knife excitedly.
A few seconds later, his eyes dimmed again.
He saw Sun Tu forcefully use his last bit of strength to move his body slightly away. He wanted to see the knife that was going to kill him, but it only scratched his neck.
A touch of blood floated in the air, but Sun Tu was not dead.
Mo Nan's expression was very ugly.
He had used two legs to make Sun Tu underestimate his enemy. Even after half of his plan had succeeded, he still failed in the end.
Martial artists were indeed incomparable to ordinary people. There was still a huge gap between him and martial artists.
Ordinary people would not be able to move for at least half an hour after being pricked by acupuncture points. Sun Tu's powerlessness only lasted for a second. After landing on the ground, he jumped up. In between, he touched the back of his head where the pain was, and pulled out the silver needle.
Under the scorching sun, the silver needle that reflected the light made Sun Tu's heart palpitate slightly.
"You are very good." Sun Tu's face was gloomy, and then he started laughing again. His killing intent was stronger than ever.
"In that case, I cannot let you leave."
"Hehe."
Mo Nan did not hear what he said at all. However, after Sun Tu's expression turned serious, the anger in his heart had dissipated.
This deal wasn't a loss at all.
His life creed was actually very simple. Even if I die, you won't be able to feel good.