The man's face is full of colors, forming a strange pattern.

Just one stop, there is a kind of awe-in-law standing tall and high as mountains. It seems that he is the peak between heaven and earth, proud and unyielding!

"Belurut!" "Belurut!" Shanyue below was shocked and shouted loudly.

"Mo Yangu! Are you going to stop me too?" Huhe asked loudly.

This Mo Yangu is the only Beirut in the Tiangong tribe, with the best force!

In Shanyue, there are many of the four oil-colored Baruts, but there are only one person in Beirut, which has all the colors!

This position is only under the Patriarch and the High Priest, and is in charge of all the Shanyue Warriors!

In Shanyue, the Patriarch held political and economic power, the high priest was in charge of the divine power, while Beirut nominally controlled all warriors and military power!

This Mo Yangu is the only Beirut in the Tiangong Tribe, the immediate boss who was originally Huhe!

"I didn't expect that Mo Yangu was also attracted by the high priest. If it weren't for the exposure now, the two tigers would fight each other, and the chances of the Patriarch's failure would be more than 90%..."

Huhe glanced at the direction of the Patriarch. Sure enough, the Patriarch's face turned pale and seemed to be quite caught off guard.

The look at the high priest was also fierce, and he was almost about to take action!

"Since the first generation of pastors set the rules for this blood fight, this blood fight has never been heard of, and it can be replaced!" Huhe said loudly without caring about Mo Yangu's challenge.

"But! Mo Yangu, you are Beirut of the original Tiangong Tribe. I will challenge you now and seize the honor of Beirut! Prove that I am Bayan is the number one warrior in Shanyue!"

Looking at Mo Yangu's gloomy face, he smiled and said loudly to Shan Yue below.

"Blood Fight!" "Blood Fight!" Shan Yue was still assassinated. When Shan Yue heard this, he shouted loudly. Some of the warriors' faces turned red and their necks swelled. The blood was boiling, and they wanted to come forward.

The crowd was filled with emotion, and even the high priest and the pastor were helpless.

"Okay, that's it! Huhe challenged Mo Yangu, the winner won the position of Beirut, and the loser returned to the embrace of his ancestors!"

Seeing this scene, the high priest had an inexplicable light flashed in his eyes. He stood up and shouted loudly.

Fang Ming knew his secret plan, but he smiled slightly and refused to comment.

Mo Yangu looked at Huhe, and his fear flashed in his eyes. He also saw Huhe's divine power before, but at this time, he could not retreat and could only say: "Okay! It's indeed Suyena's descendants. Come! Put the venue out!"

At this time, Beirut, who was the only one in the Tiangong Division, issued an order at this time, and the lower-level warriors took action.

Soon, a piece of open space was cleared around the bonfire in the center of the site.

The surrounding mountains and rivers retreated consciously and left the venue for Huhe and Mo Yangu.

Mo Yangu entered the venue, his face was neither sad nor happy, but his body was slightly swinging with the wind, and his marks were shaking, as if he was a tiger!

Mo Yangu was born with divine power. When he was thirteen years old, he fought alone with two tigers, killed the tiger and took the skin, and made this robe as a souvenir, and has always been regarded as a symbol of honor.

As Mo Yangu grows older, he has become more powerful and has more experienced experience. In Huhe's memory, every time he sees Mo Yangu, he feels like seeing the sea and mountains, unfathomable, let alone challenging.

But now the opposite of Mo Yangu is not Huhe, but Fang Ming, a dignified sixth-grade god, shouldn't be too shocking if he doesn't want to retain Huhe's identity. This kind of warrior, to Fang Ming, is like dust, and can sweep away a large area with one blow!

Even now, it is still a piece of cake to maintain the boundaries of mortals and deal with Mo Yangu.

When the surrounding mountains and crossed, Huhe walked into the field. Every time he took a step, the ground was slightly shocked.

As Huhe approached, Mo Yangu on the opposite side felt even more obvious, as if there was a mountain pressing towards him. This heavy spirit forced him to almost avoid him before fighting.

"Mo Yangu, you are a warrior! Now, there is still a chance. As long as you give up the position of Beirut, I promise that you will still be my brother..."

This is the final surrender. After all, if Mo Yangu’s martial arts are placed in the mortal world, it will be the enemy of thousands of people! Any lord who has obtained it will have to celebrate for three days.

"Haha..." Mo Yangu laughed: "In this world, there are only Beirut who died in battle, Beirut who has never voluntarily abdicated. Huhe, are you going to humiliate me?"

Without waiting for the answer, he shouted for a long time, kicked his feet, and a big hole appeared on the ground, which showed how strong the strength was!

With this momentum, Mo Yangu's body shot out like a bow and arrow, rushing straight to Huhe!

Swipe out one punch and take the central palace straight!

He abandoned all the fancy styles and skills, opened up and closed his mind, and only had the determination to move forward!

When power reaches a certain limit, the so-called skills and martial arts are just a joke!

Mo Yangu felt that this punch brought together all his energy. Even if there was a piece of granite in front, he had confidence that he could break it with one blow!

Bang!!!

The dust was flying, and the fist with Mo Yangu's infinite kinetic energy was fixed by one palm and froze in the air.

This situation is like a big wave hitting a reef. Although it makes a shocking sound, the reef still stands.

At this time, Huhe is the mountains and reefs, and it stands proudly by the wind and waves.

"This...this...this..." Mo Yangu took three steps in a row, lost in his heart, and lost in his best aspects. This feeling made him sadder than death!

The surrounding mountains and rivers were like ducks strangled, and they could not make any sound.

Before, although they had seen the power of Shenwei, they had three doubts about whether Mo Yangu could win. However, they never expected that Mo Yangu would lose so quickly! So miserable!

This gap is almost the heaven and earth!

"No! I don't believe it!" Mo Yangu's eyes were covered with bloodshots, and he suddenly shouted loudly. He ignored the exclamations behind him and pounced on him again!

At this moment, he was like a gambler who was so angry that he wanted to take everything and fight to the death!

"Why do you have to?" Huhe sighed and pressed out with one hand.

Although his arm was not big, it might not be very thick, but with one palm, in Mo Yangu's view, this palm, with an indescribable power of ghosts and gods, collapsed like the entire sky.

No matter how he hides, he can't avoid this press!

"Hahaha!!!" Huhe smiled long, and saw that as Huhe pressed out his palm, the mountains outside the field were heard with a loud bang!

As the dust flew, Mo Yangu was pressed to the ground with a palm, and his hands were captured in his hands, unable to break free.

As Mo Yangu struggled violently, a big pit was lifted on the ground, and the soil was turned open to reveal the rhizomes of the plants.

"I still want to resist?" Huhe shouted coldly, adding a little more force to his hands.

"Sher!" A sudden sound of bone cracks came from Mo Yangu's arm, and he was pressed to the ground and could no longer move.

With the severe pain, his eyes seemed to have recovered from awakening and his expression cleared.

Feeling that the people under him stopped struggling. Huhe smiled slightly, let go of his palms, Mo Yangu stood up, and his arms were distorted abnormally, and even bloody.

"How is it? Mo Yangu, as long as you surrender, the previous agreement will still be valid!" Huhe asked, looking at Mo Yangu, who was a little lost in his mind.

Mo Yangu was almost completely angry. At this time, he heard Huhe's question, and just laughed bitterly, saying, "The failed Mo Yangu is not Mo Yangu!"

Following the words, Mo Yangu jumped into the bonfire in the middle!

The heroic flames immediately swallowed Mo Yangu's figure!

As the flame tongue licked Mo Yangu's limbs, it made a sizzling sound. Faced with the severe pain that mortals could not bear, he did not make any sound, but just stayed quietly in the fire and let the flames burn!

"What a mo Yan Gu!" Facing this steel-like heart, Fang Ming couldn't help but praise him.

As Mo Yangu was in the middle of the mountain, he suddenly fell into silence.

I don’t know how long it took, a warrior shouted: “Huhh! Beirut! Huhh! Beirut!”

As he cheered, several people around him shouted.

The shout seemed to be contagious. Soon after, the whole Shanyue in the field shouted: "Huhh! Beirut! Huhh! Beirut!"

The Shanyue clan advocates brave men. Since Huhe defeated Mo Yangu openly in front of everyone, he is the new Beirut!

If it were in Daqian, there would be a lot of trouble in the handover of power. However, the Shanyue society was primitive, and the leader's authority had not yet penetrated, and there were no treaty laws, so this constraint would be very small.

Even the warriors following Mo Yangu shouted together, and their eyes looked at Huhe, most of them admired and admired Huhe. It seemed that they regarded Huhe as their new leader!

"I thought there were still some twists and turns, but I didn't want it to go so smoothly!" Fang Ming thought to himself.

At this moment, with a wave of his hand, he shouted around him, and it suddenly became silent.

Huhe looked at the high priest and asked in a deep voice: "How is it? Honorable priest? Now, it should be your turn!"

Following Huhe's words, the Shanyue Warriors who had followed Mo Yangu also turned their guns and pointed them at the high priest and his rank.

"Cough cough..." The high priest coughed a few more times, almost making people think that he would cough and wheezing to death.

With an abnormal blush on his face, the high priest said intermittently: "Hu... Huhe... I admit that I underestimated you before. Your courage is like the king of beasts, irresistible. However, only courage is not enough... Take action!"

With the high priest's explosive shout, there was another change around the entire venue!

The Shanyue samurai who came out from somewhere, holding swords, guns, bows and arrows, firmly surrounded the entire field, and pointed the bone arrows at Huhe!

Fang Ming glanced around and found that although the weapons in these Shanyue were not necessarily very sophisticated, or even crude, it was enough to deal with them who were unarmed.

"Ahem... Huhe, why do you think I promised you a competition with Mo Yangu? Cough... it's just to delay time... No matter how strong you are, can you be faster than a bow and arrow? Can you beat thousands of people?"

The high priest coughed and said, his voice intermittently, but his tone was filled with a sense of self-satisfaction! (To be continued, please search for Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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