Douluo's Saint Demon and Evil Lord

Hong Wu's punch went directly to Mo Wuming's face. Mo Xiaoqian, who was standing aside, raised her head and saw Hong Wu's punch. Her expression suddenly changed. She clenched her hands and stared at Hong Wu. Her body was trembling slightly and she was gnashing her teeth. He whispered: "If you dare to hurt him, you will be finished."

Although the voice was inaudible, the aura of protecting the calf came out. She stared at Hong Wu closely, fearing that Hong Wu's attack was not gentle or serious.

"Hey, wait, just hit me." When Mo Wuming saw Hong Wu's fist coming towards his face, he quickly dodged the blow and looked at Hong Wu with a frown. And the repeated provocations had already made him a little annoyed.

Hong Wu didn't reply, and then punched Mo Wuming again. The momentum of this punch was even more fierce. With the strength alone, you could faintly hear the sound of punching through the air.

Hong Wu's first blow just now was considered a test. Since he could dodge, he could launch the attack with confidence. After all, it would be a pity if he couldn't have a smooth fight with Mo Xiaoqian's boyfriend.

Mo Wuming's face turned solemn, and he obviously knew that he would not be able to give up without a fight with Hong Wu.

Seeing Hong Wu's fist coming towards his face again, Mo Wuming stretched out his right hand, trying to grab Hong Wu's hand with his unfailing hand speed. His left hand was hidden at his waist, ready to attack. After catching it, he pushed Hong Wu away.

However, Hong Wu had already seen his plan. "It's too naive to catch me." Hong Wu thought to himself, his fist speed seemed to be faster, as if he was competing to see who was faster.

Hong Wu came at him with a fierce punch, with a smile on his face, as if he didn't care about Mo Wuming's protruding claws. Mo Wuming's heart skipped a beat, and he felt like something was wrong.

But he didn't find anything different, but he secretly reserved some of his strength in case Hong Wu made any small moves.

The fist struck directly, and Mo Wuming's claws had almost caught Hong Wu. The distance between the two was less than a punch away, and they could even feel each other's breathing.

Mo Wuming's claws successfully grabbed Hong Wu's hand, which surprised him, but he knew that he was in a battle now, and he couldn't think too much. He quickly struck out with his left hand, trying to knock Hong Wu away.

Seeing that his hand was caught, Hong Wu not only did not panic, but showed a smirk. Hong Wu kicked his foot on the ground, made a horse stance, stabilized his lower body, exerted all his strength, and pulled his right hand back. Mo Wuming, who was caught off guard, obviously didn't know how strong Hong Wu was. He was accidentally disrupted and his body tilted towards Hong Wu.

Hongwu grabbed Mo Wuming's hand with his backhand, turned around, arched his back, and threw Mo Wuming hard over his shoulder.

Mo Wuming felt as if everything was turned upside down before his eyes, and he was thrown heavily to the ground, causing a cloud of dust to fly up.

Mo Xiaoqian, who was watching the battle next to "Hong Wu", clenched his fists tightly. He wanted to go on stage and beat Hong Wu up in person. I asked you to act, but I didn't ask you to beat up my little one.

"Look at Sister Qian." Yi Shuihan sneaked up to a few people and pointed at Mo Xiaoqian's clenched fist.

"What's wrong with her? Why is she clenching her fists so tightly?" Yu Chixue looked along Yi Shuihan's fingers and looked at Mo Xiaoqian's clenched fists with some confusion. In her impression, it was like this except when they first met. Son, I haven’t seen her like this for a long time, right?

"Do you want to know the reason?" Only Su Ling'er, who was leaning on Zhang He's shoulder, came up with the answer. She left Zhang He's shoulder, stood up straight, and asked somewhat mysteriously.

"Good wife, what's the reason?" Zhang He touched his forehead. He was so confused that he had no idea why Mo Xiaoqian did that.

"Yes, Ling'er, what's going on?" Yi Shuihan also looked at Su Ling'er in confusion. As a later friend of Mo Xiaoqian, she had never seen such a situation before.

Seeing everyone's curious eyes, Su Ling'er didn't show off anymore and said with a sweet smile: "I guess this is a scene that Sister Qian and that little brother acted together to make the later one angry. Young man, it seems that Sister Qian also has someone in her heart. It’s just that this little brother has gone too far. You all know Sister Qian’s temper and she is very protective, so you understand.”

"Is that so?" Yi Shuihan's eyes glanced back and forth on the three of them, but he still couldn't see anything.

"Sister Han, do you still remember that night? Brother leader and sister Qian were hiding outside and didn't know what they were talking about. I wonder if they were discussing this matter." Yu Chixue suddenly remembered the night a few days ago. He quickly shook Yi Shuihan's hand and said.

"It seems so." Just as Yi Shuihan thought about it, there was another sound of heavy objects falling to the ground. Looking back, Mo Wuming was thrown to the ground by Hong Wu again.

I saw Hong Wu squatting down, looking at Mo Wuming with a provocative face, and chuckled: "You'd better activate your martial spirit and fight me. Otherwise, just use your three-legged cat moves to fight me. It's purely masochistic."

As he said that, he stretched out his hand, trying to pull Mo Wuming up.

Mo Wuming looked at Hong Wu's outstretched hand. Although he was a little shocked that Hong Wu fought so hard that he made a fool of himself in front of everyone, he was also very generous and stretched out his hand to hold Hong Wu's hand and stood up.

"Do you want to activate martial arts? If I can't beat you in fighting, but in martial arts duel, you may have to think clearly." Mo Wuming looked at Hong Wu solemnly, obviously treating him as a respectable opponent.

"Come on." Hong Wu retreated five meters away, twisted his neck, and released his martial spirit. After a burst of dark golden light, Hong Wu had already taken the lead in possessing the martial spirit.

"Hong Wu, Level 58 Beast Martial Soul Holy Demon Evil Tiger, War Soul King" Hong Wu slightly cupped his hands towards Mo Wuming and reported his own strength first to show respect for his opponent and duel etiquette.

Seeing that Hong Wu had already released his martial spirit, and the faint sense of oppression emanating from his body, Mo Wuming didn't worry about it anymore. He raised his hand towards Hong Wu and activated his martial spirit.

A burst of dark red light was seen. Mo Wuming's figure invisibly grew a little taller, and a few strands of long red hair were added to the original short black shawl hair.

His black hair was flying in the wind, a pair of peach blossom eyes flashed with a cold light, and his originally delicate face was filled with a sense of sharpness and perseverance, as if he had switched to another person in an instant.

The most noticeable thing is the fiery red armor that appears on his body. The fiery red armor wraps his whole body. Two flaming lion heads are entangled on his shoulders. The open lion's mouth on his chest shows his kingly demeanor. It turns out to be a kind of armor that looks like a king. Defense weapon soul.

"Mo Wuming, Level 61 Martial Soul Holy Flame Armor, Fighting Soul Emperor" Mo Wuming also slightly cupped his hands towards Hong Wu.

Hong Wu was a little stunned when he saw the armor on Mo Wuming's body. Isn't this Holy Flame Armor the "other world version" of the Flame Dragon Armor? Shouldn't he have called "Fusion" and "Transformation" just now?

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