The Mightiest Little Peasant

On the deck, Mu Xingtong stood dumbfounded.

Her beautiful eyes were wide open, her small mouth was slightly opened, and her face was full of shock.

God!

Is he going to break through?

How is this possible? Where did this force come from?

In modern times, it is so difficult, almost impossible, to break through to a real person!

At this moment, there was a dead silence on the deck of the cruise ship.

Then, there was an uproar.

"Stop him! Don't let him succeed!" Old Sullivan snarled wildly, his figure swelled suddenly, and his eyes were bloodshot. With a stomp of the sole of his foot, he rushed towards the figure in mid-air.

The other twelve people also rushed out one after another.

Can't let this guy make it! Once successful, they will all be finished!

"Quick! Stop them!"

"Protect Fellow Daoist Tang!"

A group of white-haired old Taoist priests roared loudly, one by one burst into momentum, and rushed forward.

The thirteen people rushed towards Tang Hao, but were blocked by a net of thirty-three jade talismans.

When they tore apart the thunder net, their eyes were ferocious, and when they were about to tear the guy in front of them into pieces, Tang Hao's eyes suddenly opened, with a bright glow.

His eyes were cold, and when he raised his hand, a beam of thunder blasted out.

This thunder light is as thick as a bucket, and its momentum is astonishing.

Fuck!

Old Sullivan's wolf eyes widened, full of horror.

He wanted to scold his mother, Nima is so thick and big, if he really wants to hit him, he would be dead!

But at this moment, he was unable to avoid it, so he could only bear this blow forcefully.

what--!

With a scream, he flew out directly,

It fell to the ground heavily, and the wolf hair was scorched black all over.

Then, Tang Hao turned around, and thunderbolts blasted out one after another.

Ahhh!

With a few muffled groans, all the figures were blown out and fell to the ground.

On the deck, it was quiet again.

Those figures all stood stiffly in place, looking at the standing figure in mid-air with a dull look on their faces.

At this moment, this figure, dressed in loose clothes, is so imposing, and there are lightning flashes all over it, as if the god of thunder came into the world.

"I haven't reached a real person yet, but I have already taken that step. This is a half-step real person!"

An old Taoist shouted excitedly.

"Haha! A half-step real person is still a real person! With fellow Daoist Tang here, we will surely win today!"

"Kill! Kill these bastards!"

The priests roared angrily, their fighting spirit was high, and they blatantly rushed forward to kill.

But that group of vampires and werewolves were much weaker, and they were killed and retreated steadily.

Even a few people from Longhushan jumped out, rushed up hurriedly, took out handfuls of paper talismans, and threw them forward.

Because they know that this battle will definitely be won.

"Smash you bastards to death, that bitch scolded me just now, you really thought I couldn't understand English, didn't you! I'm very good at English, grade 12!"

"Hahaha! It's so cool! Tell you to scold me!"

Although there are many people on the western side, they were not killed, and soon, more than half of them fell.

But Tang Hao fought with a group of patriarchs.

Clang, clang! The blade collided with the claw.

Boom boom boom! Lei Guang, fire burst!

Against thirteen, he still had the upper hand.

"Fellow Daoist Tang, we are here to help you!"

After killing a group of high-level werewolves and blood clans, the old Taoists came. Originally, the situation was that Tang Hao had the upper hand, but now with the help of the Taoist priests, the situation became crushing.

what!

There was a scream.

Old Kane's throat was torn open by the silver sword, and blood shot out. Then, two old Taoist priests rushed forward and blasted him to pieces.

Then, ah, ah, old Sullivan, old Baird... These old patriarchs fell down one by one, and were rushed up by the Taoist chiefs, killing them into scum.

"You...you can't do this..."

"You... are too shameless! One-on-one! I want to one-on-one!"

An old werewolf roared angrily.

"Damn, are you mentally retarded!" The priests rolled their eyes.

Group fights, that is the fine tradition of their Maoshan.

"Fuck! Fuck him to death! Take off his wolf fur and make a coat, that would be great!" An old Taoist shouted, looking at the thick wolf fur, his eyes lit up.

"Hmm! This wool is good, the color is fresh and bright, it must be very cool when made into a coat!" another old Taoist priest nodded and his eyes lit up.

For a moment, the eyes of all the old Taoists were aimed at this werewolf.

Even Tang Hao couldn't help taking a glance.

It seems really good! It must be very warm, otherwise, make one for Miss Xiangyi.

"Leave one for me!" Tang Hao shouted after thinking this way.

"Don't worry! The best will definitely be left to you!" The old Taoists said generously.

The old werewolf was trembling with fright.

Damn! This is too cruel!

These old Taoist priests actually thought of taking his skin and making it into a coat?

The old werewolf wanted to vomit blood.

"You bastards, I'll fight with you!" He roared angrily and rushed over.

"Fuck him!"

The priests shouted excitedly and rushed forward.

Soon, the werewolf groaned and fell down with hatred.

At this time, Tang Hao also killed the last patriarch.

So far, all thirteen patriarchs have been killed.

Seeing this, the morale of the remaining werewolves and vampires almost collapsed. They looked panicked and mournful.

When they came, they were full of confidence and didn't take Huaxia seriously at all, thinking that with their 10,000 elites, they could easily crush Huaxia.

But who knew, things would turn out like this!

This is a big rout!

Many people knelt down, raised their hands in surrender, and even more jumped into the sea, wanting to escape for their lives.

"Don't let them get away!"

A group of priests quickly chased after him.

At this point, the battle is basically over, and the rest is to wipe out the remnants.

Tang Hao also followed the priests in the assault boat, chasing and killing those escaped remnants at sea.

After more than an hour, he returned to the cruise ship.

Although there are a few fish that slip through the net, they are not in the way. This battle, they have won.

On the cruise ship, the sloppy Daoist and the others were cleaning the battlefield and piling up the corpses of those werewolves.

"This one is good, the hair is very soft! Huh? That one is also good!"

A group of people with red faces.

When they encountered the corpse of the blood race, they showed disgust.

"Burn it! Burn it quickly! This group of blood bastards are useless even if they die!"

When Tang Hao boarded the deck, the crowd was sensational.

"Oh! Fellow Daoist Tang... No, no, you can't be called Fellow Daoist now, you have to be called Daoist!" Daoist Qianji walked over and said with a warm smile.

There was a little more respect in his expression.

"That's right! It must be called Tang Zhenren!" The priests laughed.

Tang Hao let out a laugh, and said, "No need! It's better to be friendly! It sounds good."

"Tang Daoyou, you are too modest!"

The priests laughed.

On the deck, there was a warm and cheerful atmosphere.