When Qin Mo was speaking, his body leaned back, pulled his right foot out of the base, and kicked the fat woman with one kick. Watermark advertising test. Watermark advertising test.

Bang!

The fat woman screamed in pain and was kicked by Qin Mo on the waist. As the qi and blood burst out, a powerful force kicked her directly into the front row.

She turned around and looked at Qin Mo fiercely, screaming: "It's all evil people, damn murderers."

Crack~~~~

A sound of bone shattering came, and with Qin Mo's kick almost one after another, Qin Mo immediately looked to the other side. The middle-aged man punched Yang Ying's cervical spine at the moment when the qi and blood burst out. The thick qi and blood turned into fist force. The latter had no time to react and collapsed from his seat.

"This Qi and Blood!" Qin Mo's face changed and he shouted: "Evil Demons, don't be able to do anything."

Qin Mo encouraged his blood and blood to burst out. This sudden roar was heard. The middle-aged man with hidden cultivation seemed to be stunned and quickly reacted again. His eyes became frenzy, not the ferocity of murder, but frenzy. He stared at Qin Mo and greedy desire emerged.

"You are in the same group of fat women." Qin Mo did not dare to distract himself and turned his back to command Hong Meng and Cheng Xi.

Among these candidates, only three of them have entered the alien space to participate in practical training and fought with demons. They can calm down when encountering such a thing. The other freshmen have long been frightened when they see this scene.

"Be careful, be careful with Qin Mo."

In Jincheng, they have never seen such a scene since they were young. At this moment, Yang Ying was punched by a first-class master and broke her cervical spine. She was still alive and had a cold hand and feet, and she couldn't speak smoothly, and her teeth were knotted and could not open her mouth.

Other ordinary passengers, holding their arms, curled up in the chair, wishing they could hide under their seats, and no one could reach out to help them.

They were scared when they looked at it.

Cult!

There is no doubt that these two people are both cultists.

Qin Mo didn't have time to worry about why cultists could pretend to board the high-speed train. Judging from the fanatical and crazy eyes of middle-aged men, they would not give up if they were killed.

"Do good for the Lord!" The fat woman was motivating chaos. As soon as she finished speaking, Hong punched her in the face.

"I'm gonna do good deeds." Hong Meng, who was usually silent, made ruthless words and dirty.

The fat woman was startled and quickly turned around and ran outside the car, shouting loudly as she ran: "There are bombs in the car, run quickly, there are bombs."

"Bastard." When Cheng Xi sat in the seat, he heard the cult woman shouting, and his face changed slightly.

Sure enough, chaos immediately appeared outside, and everyone ran towards the exit wildly, and no one dared to come back and take a look.

Cheng Xi knew that in a short time, no martial artist would come to support him.

If the evil woman said there were cult evildoers in the carriage, bold and powerful martial artists, perhaps rushed in to support them, but she deliberately called for bombs in the carriage, which made her panic.

Martial arts are also afraid of bombs.

Even passengers waiting for other trains in the waiting room were panicked and ran out. There were martial artists and policemen outside, and they could not pass through the crowd.

In a short period of time, this place almost became an isolated island with no one to rescue.

"Die!" The middle-aged man stepped on the aisle with his footsteps, and his thin body burst out with powerful pressure and punched Qin Mo.

He had read the Lord's instructions before the action plan and knew that Qin Mo was the most talented and must-kill new student in this new student.

In fact, he wanted to kill Qin Mo first just now. He was a first-class master, and his qi and blood burst out instantly. If he attacked from behind, Qin Mo would undoubtedly die.

But the middle-aged man did not expect that when he arrived at the station, Qin Mo accidentally looked back.

That glance disrupted the middle-aged man's plan.

The raid on Yang Ying was his temporary change target.

"Qin Mo, be careful." Cheng Xi saw the middle-aged man passing by her and attacking Qin Mo directly, and made up his mind and gritted his teeth and rushed over to help.

Cheng Xi understood that it was difficult for Qin Mo to withstand the attack of a first-rate master.

The fake first-grade master has more than the authentic first-grade master, but the real practical ability is far inferior.

Not to mention other things, just transporting vital energy and qi and blood to temper muscles and bones, the cortex is not at the same level, and the physical body can kill the fake first-grade.

What's more, there is also Yuan Skill. The cult martial artist is at least forty years old. He can break through to the first-class master. His talent is not much worse. It is not uncommon for the high level of Yuan Skill practice.

"Get out!" Qin Mo pulled Cheng Xi away, his expression frosty, and he was not sympathetic at all.

"You." Cheng Xi raised his eyebrows, and Qin Mo almost dislocated her arm just now.

I kindly helped you, and you scolded me and told me to get out of here.

"Be careful." After Hong Meng drove away the woman, he did not take advantage of the victory and turned around to see the scene where the cultists were about to kill Qin Mo.

The vitality was surging, and the middle-aged man was gathered in his fists. From the majestic energy, you could feel that the cultists used killer moves, at least four stages of the Yuan skills.

"Kill the Demon Fist!" The middle-aged man shouted violently, his body rolling with blood and blood. His right arm was like a pitch-black iron rod, and his arm muscles were black and shiny, pounding towards Qin Mo's chest.

Qin Mo pulled Cheng Xi for this pause. The middle-aged man's fist was close at hand, and there was no room for Qin Mo to dodge in the carriage.

He could only take this punch head-on.

Hula———

Qin Mo's book on communicating the vital energy in the sea, instantly mobilizing the vital energy to condense on his arm, and clasping his fingers to grab it. The faint vital energy edge is like a knife, grabbing the fist of the middle-aged man in front, and grabs the dragon-catching hand!

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"This is!" Cheng Xi and Hong Meng were startled. They noticed that the amount of vital energy condensed on Qin Mo's arms was no less than that of middle-aged men's primordial skills.

There is even more than that.

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When the fists and claws collided, the sound of bones colliding first.

The next second, in the surprised eyes of Cheng Xi and the middle-aged man, Qin Mo's fingers, pierced the vital energy edge, left five blood holes directly in his fist.

For a moment, Qin Mo steadily held the right hand of the cult martial artist.

"What kind of Yuan skill is this!" The middle-aged man cried out in pain. He expected to kill these imperial martial arts candidates, make great contributions in the church, and give the winner the opportunity to enter the holy realm.

I thought it would be easy for him to kill a group of Emperor Wu Xinsheng, one of his first-class masters.

But no matter what, he never expected that a freshman could break the power of the fourth stage of his Demon Killing Fist and leave five blood holes in his hand.

He is a cult, not a robot, and he is also afraid of pain.

It’s not ordinary pain, ten fingers connect to the heart, and the nerve pain on the phalanx is the most sensitive.

"Damn it." The middle-aged man didn't care about the blood gushing from his fists and kicked Qin Mo.

Qin Mo's face was solemn and did not dare to fight hard. He quickly withdrew his right hand, adjusted his posture and took two steps back, avoiding the middle-aged martial artist and his leg skills, he would definitely not be able to beat the middle-aged man.

The third section of the Dragon Capture Hand drew most of the energy from his body.

Without hesitation, Qin Mo directly swallowed a vital energy crystallization, and the full and pure vital energy exploded in his body, quickly replenishing the vital energy that was drained from his cells.

Ding~~~~~~~~~~

At this moment, an electronic sirens to close the door sounded from the cabin megaphone.

Seeing this, the middle-aged cultist turned around and was about to escape.

It was not the first time he killed someone, and he would definitely die if he was caught.

"Together, trap him!" Qin Mo shouted, rushed over first, and kicked him.

The middle-aged man was crippled with his fist and could not use his Yuan Skills to perform his killer moves. He would have some physical advantages when facing them. In the fight just now, Qin Mo had a deep understanding of the cult's strength. This middle-aged man was even worse than him in the body.

Those who are higher than him only have four basic items.

This is definitely not a first-class master with copper and iron bones.

"Hold him."

Qin Mo yelled like this, and the fight just now, a social martial artist in the back row reacted and quickly stood up to stop the middle-aged man from escaping.

If Qin Mo could not beat him and was killed by the cultists, they would definitely not dare to block the way.

The current situation is that cultists were beaten and fled, and the onlookers immediately became bolder.

There is only one passage in the train. Blocking the passage is equivalent to blocking the necessary path for middle-aged martial artists to escape.

"Get out." The middle-aged man kicked the young man blocking the road, but the young man was not afraid and raised his right foot and kicked him up.

"Even a high school student can beat you and run away with your head in your arms. How could Mao Kun, the tutor of my martial arts school, be afraid of you?" The young martial arts master was full of confidence.

Bang!

When the two feet collided, the young man was kicked away and fell three meters away.

The other passengers who were eager to try were stunned at a glance. The fucking fist was broken, and they were still so fierce.

The passenger who was about to step forward to stop the middle-aged martial artist from sitting down again and quickly putting on his seat belt, laying down and trembling.

However, in just a moment, Qin Mo, who had swallowed the crystals of energy, had already chased after him.

"Everyone should be punished by cultists!"

Qin Mo was not polite and used his dragon-capturing hand again, with the dragon roaring and the tiger roaring.

The cultist had no choice but to raise his left hand and smash it at Qin Mo. If he could stop Qin Mo, he could run away.

Yes, what he thought about now was not killing people, but running away. He took on the task of killing Emperor Wu Xinsheng for the first time. However, he would have capsized in the gutter. A first-rate master could not beat a fake first-rate.

Click———

When the fists and claws collided, Qin Mo's third dragon-capturing hand exploded instantly, crushing the bones of his hand, twisting them again, and destroying the other arm of the cultist.

brush!!!

He exerted force with his wrist and pulled it violently, pulling the middle-aged martial artist over. The force of the fist roared and punched him in the face.

In an instant, flesh and blood flew everywhere.

The middle-aged cultist was knocked out by Qin Mo.

Hong Meng and Cheng Xi, the other freshmen, looked at Qin Mo who was stepping on the cult, with an incredible look in their eyes.

Qin Mo, one-man action, defeated the first-class master?
Chapter completed!