Urban Omnipotent Son-in-law

0In the midst of Elder Zhao's anger, his expression suddenly changed. He looked at Mo Nan who was not far away in shock.    

    

Because he could clearly feel that after this young man spoke, a murderous aura was suddenly emitted from his body.    

    

"You didn't use your full strength before?"    

    

At this moment, Elder Zhao finally reacted and cried out involuntarily.    

    

He had never thought that Mo Nan had been holding back when he was fighting the young master.    

    

"Hehe."    

    

Mo Nan sneered. He didn't even bother to explain.    

    

There was nothing to say about the truth. From the very beginning, he knew that he had to deal with this old thing in front of him.    

    

As for the young generation of the Hidden Clan, to be honest, he had never taken it to heart. What he was worried about was merely following these young men's Grandmasters.    

    

"I saw it clearly. This is a Grandmaster!"    

    

He shouted in a deep voice. Mo Nan ignored Elder Zhao, who was standing opposite him, and made a gesture of drawing his knife.    

    

However, for some reason, before he made a move, he looked at the corner of the courtyard, but there was clearly nothing there.    

    

Before Elder Zhao could understand the meaning behind his glance, he was already starting to laugh out of anger.    

    

This kid's tone wasn't small at all!    

    

A Half Step Grandmaster actually wanted to hand over a true Grandmaster like him. What was a Grandmaster?    

    

What a joke!    

    

"Hehe."    

    

Elder Zhao calmed down again. He had to admit that he had trained his qi recovery skills well. He raised his hand and drew a garden. He put on a defensive posture and did not stop Mo Nan from making a move.    

    

He looked like he did not think that Mo Nan could hurt him.    

    

"Kid, you must know that there are strong and weak people among the Grandmasters."    

    

Old Zhao said calmly.    

    

It was not that he was being overconfident on purpose, but that he was able to rank in the middle even among Grandmasters. Would he really take a kid who wasn't even a Grandmaster to heart?    

    

Mo Nan did not say anything when he heard that. He did not say anything else. Since Elder Zhao was willing to give him a chance, Then he wouldn't care about his face, he would show mercy, and he would give it his all.    

    

In a battle of life and death, What he snatched was an opportunity.    

    

All the Spiritual Forces in his body were circulating crazily, gathering towards the hand holding the saber. However, just as he was about to attack, a cold smile suddenly flashed across Mo Nan's eyes.    

    

Nameless Saber Technique, Second Move!    

    

The Second Move required Grandmaster Stage to be able to use it.    

    

Right now, he could only use it with great difficulty. However, it was enough.    

    

Boom!    

    

With a single step, he brazenly landed on the ground. Under Elder Zhao's astonished expression, the Mountain Splitting Blade that was originally hanging down drew an arc in the air and moved to his side. At the same time, he rapidly rushed towards Elder Zhao.    

    

The second strike was not as powerful as the first strike, but the medicinal Spiritual Force was restrained, and its power was even greater!    

    

At the same time, Mo Nan also discovered something.    

    

Although this saber technique that he suddenly learned was simple and not gaudy, each saber move was a true killing move.    

    

Slash.    

    

In the blink of an eye, Mo Nan arrived in front of Elder Zhao. He swung his saber brazenly. The saber Qi was endless like layers of giant waves. Before it reached his body, Elder Zhao's expression changed drastically.    

    

"Damn it."    

    

Elder Zhao cursed in his heart. At this moment, he only wanted to curse Mo Nan for being shameless. It's fine if you don't want any face, but you are still trying to trick me. Are you trying to trick me?    

    

Can you be any more shameless?    

    

However, just as this thought appeared in his mind, he dodged to the side. However, he was shocked to find that Mo Nan had used another fake move. He spun around on the spot, and the momentum of the blade became even more fierce.    

    

Sure enough, there was no limit to shamelessness.    

    

With a deep shout, Elder Zhao realized that Mo Nan's move was getting stronger and stronger. He did not dare to be arrogant anymore. He struck out a Spiritual Force with his palm and forced Mo Nan to attack.    

    

Mo Nan didn't take it head-on.    

    

Slash.    

    

The Mountain Splitting Blade in his hand fell once again. This time, it was really aimed at Elder Zhao. As for the palm that landed on his body, it was as if he couldn't see it.    

    

Boom.    

    

Mo Nan felt a pain in his chest.    

    

He was still unable to withstand a full-force strike from a Grandmaster, especially since his injuries were not healed. After that palm strike, he was sent flying backward while spurting out blood.    

    

However, when his feet left the ground, he had already released the saber in his hand.    

    

The Mountain Splitting Blade seemed to have turned into a hidden weapon, and mixed with the restrained medicinal Spiritual Forces, it fell towards Elder Zhao's shoulder.    

    

"Get lost!"    

    

He couldn't dodge in time, mainly because he had glanced at Wu Ziyang and underestimated Mo Nan's desperate momentum. At the same time that Mo Nan was sent flying, he had also lost his last chance to dodge.    

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He coldly looked at the falling blade. All the Spiritual Force in his body gathered on his shoulder. He wanted to see exactly how powerful this blade could be.    

    

Clang! It was like the sound of metal colliding. In the blink of an eye, the Mountain Splitting Blade flew out. Mo Nan's strength was still a little weak in the end, and he was unable to directly kill Elder Zhao.    

    

On the other hand, Elder Zhao looked at his shoulder, which was left with a deep wound. His expression was gloomy.    

    

However, before he could say anything, he realized that Mo Nan, who had just been pushed back by him, had already rushed up again. He casually took the Mountain Splitting Blade that had just bounced back and waved it out again.    

    

"Enough!"    

    

Raising his hand and shooting out a medicinal Spiritual Force, Elder Zhao shouted angrily.    

    

He was actually injured by a Half Step Grandmaster! At this moment, he and Wu Ziyang could be considered to have felt a sense of shame when they looked at each other.    

    

But...    

    

Mo Nan's speed didn't slow down at all. He continued to calmly approach Elder Zhao. At this moment, he couldn't see the arrogance from before. There was only a burning desire to fight in his eyes.    

    

Fight!    

    

Either you die, or I die.    

    

Mo Nan's heart was as calm as water. It was just that he looked like a machine that only knew how to fight. He didn't know how to retreat at all. He only knew how to swing his sword.    

    

The key was...    

    

This kind of suicidal fighting style... Only he could do it. As he was hit by Elder Zhao's palm, his injuries became serious to a certain extent.    

    

Suddenly, the medicinal Spirit Gathering Beads within his body immediately converted the medicinal Spiritual Forces that he had absorbed earlier into life force. They nourished his body in a soundless manner, continuously restoring his body.    

    

This allowed Mo Nan to feel at ease. Other than protecting his neck and other important parts, he could not even be bothered to block them at any other time.    

    

Elder Zhao struck him with his palm and he slashed at Elder Zhao.    

    

Although Elder Zhao's Spiritual Force was thick and strong, it was only a scratch after taking a saber strike. However, more and more saber wounds gradually appeared. His blood energy was empty, and he could not bear it any longer.    

    

Did this brat not want to live anymore?    

    

Feeling Mo Nan's crazy stance, a strange thought arose in Old Zhao's heart.    

    

Although Grandmasters represented a person who was unafraid of death, who pursued martial arts all his life and didn't even care about his life.    

    

He understood the principles, but why hadn't this kid fallen yet?    

    

"Scram!"    

    

He was gradually annoyed by the pressure. Even with Elder Zhao's energy recovery skills, he couldn't hold on any longer. He struck out with his palm, wanting to force Mo Nan to retreat and take the opportunity to rest.    

    

After all, he was still too old. He did not have the time to catch his breath. How could he endure it?    

    

However, he did not expect that this anger would give Mo Nan a chance.    

    

"Slash."    

    

He didn't care about Elder Zhao's palm strike at all. Even though he wasn't sure if he could survive after this strike, Mo Nan still swung his saber at Elder Zhao's neck.    

    

Old Zhao had just used his full strength, so he didn't have the strength to defend himself.    

    

"You!"    

    

He only had time to say the word 'you' before he covered his neck in horror. His other hand kept grabbing at the sky. His eyes were filled with unwillingness as he fell down.    

    

Just like that, a Grandmaster welcomed the end of his life.    

    

On the other hand, a crisp sound of bone cracking could be heard from Mo Nan's chest. He flew more than ten meters away and lay on the ground. It was unknown whether he was dead or alive.