MTL - I Became the Ancestor of the Villain-Chapter 92 Mo Fan vs Medicine Saint
Chapter 92 Mo Fan vs. Medicine Saint
"Mo... Mo frivolous?" Yao Sheng's pupils shrank suddenly, and the person who came didn't hide a bit, it was actually Mo frivolous!
This Mo frivolous is also very strange, his whole body exudes at least the aura of Wuzun level, and his attack method is completely different from the original Mo frivolous.
The original Mo Qingkuang took a light and agile route, good at speed, and focused on breaking the surface with points.
Mo frivolously in front of him, just from the powerful energy emanating from the punch just now, it can be seen that this is an extremely staunch fighting method.
Yaosheng and Lin Yang were not mistaken, the person who came was Mo Qingkuang, or in other words, it was Mo Qingkuang's body that came, but Mo Fan was in control.
Before Mo Qingkuang saw that the tribe could basically evacuate safely, so he planned to take advantage of the chaos to find his father's whereabouts.
Indeed, he found the unique imprint of the Mo family left by his father in the forest.
Following the mark, carefully avoiding the disciples of Yuan Jianzong who rushed back one after another, all the way to this place, they found that Lin Yang, who was possessed by the medicine saint, was manipulating the **** demon flame to attack his father Mo Shan.
The strength of Lin Yang, who was possessed by the medicine saint, was at the level of Wu Zun. Mo frivolous strength alone would only send him to death.
Fortunately, you, Lin Yang, are possessed by your grandfather, and I am not frivolous, but I am also covered by my ancestor.
Mo Fan possessed his body instantly, rushed in front of Mo Shan, shattered the flames of **** with a powerful punch, and relieved Mo Shan of his dangerous situation.
"Crazy? Is that you?" Mo Shan looked at Mo's frivolous back in disbelief and asked in a murmur.
"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, but Mo Shan couldn't hear it.
Mo Qingkuang didn't answer him, and slapped Mo Shan back, flying him into the cave, leaving the battlefield temporarily, and at the same time lifted the restraint on him.
"Don't come out." Mo Fan snorted coldly, then looked at Yao Sheng's shocked face, and licked his lips: "I've been waiting for this day for a long time."
The medicine sage is the golden finger he designed for Lin Yang, and he is now Mo's frivolous golden finger, and there is a hostile situation between the two.
In the previous two battles, 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-to-head confrontation between the two has never happened, and even the medicine sage does not know that there is such a person as Mo Fan.
But because of the only resurrection material, between Yao Sheng and him, Mo Fan, it is destined that only one can survive!
"You're not Mo frivolous!" Yao Sheng hoarsely asked the same question as Mo Shan before.
"Aren't you also Lin Yang?" Mo Fan shrugged and sneered.
"Who the **** are you?" Yao Sheng's heart sank.
This guy of unknown origin is obviously also a soul body like him, and the strength he can display is not inferior to his own.
Could it be that in this world, there are existences with strong souls like him who can survive in this world in such a strange way?
He carefully searched all the people in Tianhan Continent that he knew could be Mo Fan, and found that they were all wrong.
"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 of the urgent need to understand the strength of the medicine sage, or because of the so-called war emperor Mo Fan's aggressive personality. Mo Fan's desire to fight at this moment is unprecedentedly high.
What's more, he seems like Bump Mann, only five minutes.
"What a mistake, half a minute has been wasted!" Mo Fan complained angrily in his heart, kicked his legs on the ground, and went towards the medicine sage like a cannonball.
The medicine sage also wanted to try the weight of this inexplicably appearing person, and the black flames burst out between his hands and rushed straight at Mo Fan.
The flame of the medicine sage is extremely terrifying, every palm blasts out, a spark is swayed, like a ghost lotus in hell.
Mo Fan has perfectly inherited the fighting qualities of his predecessor, so is the name of the Emperor of War worth nothing?
The strong wind of each punch can easily tear apart the sparks from the medicine sage, and the distance between the two is getting closer.
Warrior-level powerhouses all have the ability to fly in the air, and bombardment in mid-air is the main combat mode between Wuzun-levels.
But Mo Fan is more inclined to melee combat. His title of War Emperor is achieved through melee combat with a pair of iron fists!
His fists are indestructible and everything can be broken. He was physically strong in his lifetime. He carried the enemy's attack and forcibly approached him. He raised his fists and beat people out of their wits.
As a result, many diseases were left behind, leading to premature death and the collapse of Mo's family.
Now Mo Fan still chooses the same attack method as in his previous life, because he knows that the medicine master is mainly a pharmacist.
With one order, there will be countless strong men going through fire and water for him, just asking for a elixir. His own combat experience is actually not rich.
If his combat ability is also extremely strong, it is impossible for him to be easily killed by others with his martial arts strength.
So Mo Fan believes that as long as he can get close, he can 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 Sage.
Mo Qingkuang and Lin Yang in the two bodies are even more dazzled. It turns out that this is how the strong Wu Zun fight!
So tyrannical, so intense, under the deliberate control of energy fluctuations, the surrounding terrain was silently shaken into powder.
Looking at the battle between the two in front of him, and thinking about the fight between Wu Ming and Zhao Tianming just now, Mo Qingkuang only felt that the old ancestor could slap those two dead with one slap.
Both Mo Fan and Yao Sheng are now at the Martial Master level, and there is not much difference.
Mo Fan's ability to occupy the actual wind is also due to his rich combat experience back then.
The medicine sage knows that he suffers from experience, so if he fights like this, he will probably lose!
He shouted in a low voice: "Lin Yang, look carefully."
Then he slammed his hands on the ground, and a violent flame exploded, stopping Mo Fan from advancing.
Yao Sheng took the opportunity to quickly distance himself, and his hands quickly formed seals.
The surrounding fire elements began to riot, and behind him slowly condensed a phantom figure.
As the figure became clearer and clearer, the temperature nearby gradually became scorching hot, and some trees actually started to ignite spontaneously.
"Vulcan is angry?" Mo Qingkuang's pupils shrank.
The medicine sage knows how to be angry with Vulcan, and he also passed on this style to Lin Yang.
However, he only knows the Vulcan Fury move, and there are more powerful moves later, and he has no time to learn them.
Back then, he devoted himself to studying medicine, so he only glanced at this level of martial arts, and did not practice it carefully.
Don't ask why, the question is set by the author Mo Fan.
Mo Fan is also very pleased about this. Although Vulcan's Fury is strong, its subsequent moves are even more fierce. Lin Yang's cultivation level is not enough to practice, and the cultivation base of Medicine Saint can be practiced long ago.
Fortunately, he can't set the Chinese medicine master, otherwise it would be really difficult to deal with.
Seeing this, Mo Fan also slowly sank down, and shouted in his heart: "Stinky boy, show me clearly!"
(end of this chapter)
