Evil Emperor Zun

Chapter 397 Containing Qi Level!Ambition in shape

The last twilight of the western sky has melted into the dark twilight, and the surrounding mountains are showing blue and black outlines. The twilight is getting thicker, and the earth is chaotic and confused.

But in the corner of the mountain of the Fentian sect, there were still two figures sweating tirelessly under the setting sun.

"Huh...huh..."

Mo Liangcheng took the initiative to attack again and again, and the hook and claw changed several attack methods, sometimes it was a straight up and down grab, and sometimes it was a horizontal chop and a diagonal cut, trying hard to test out the most suitable move for him.

Although the spirit veins have been abolished, the flexible body skills he has practiced for many years, and the eyesight to see through the enemy's flaws in an instant, are still preserved as a fighting instinct.Coupled with the five strings of spiritual light coiling in front of the hook claws, it can also make up for his lack of hand strength.In a short time, the two had an inseparable fight.

However, as the battle progressed, Mo Liangcheng, who had lost the blessing of spiritual power, felt more and more powerless.Big beads of sweat rolled down from his forehead, and the movements of his moves were no longer as coherent as before. After a few more moves, the soles of his feet staggered violently, and a huge hole was exposed on his chest.

Although Luo Dixing didn't take advantage of the momentum to pursue, but when his strength reached their level, he naturally knew whether he was winning or losing. Whether it was a deliberate concession or futile consolation, it was meaningless.

"Why don't you take a rest first." Luo Dixing offered to suggest, "Your body is just right, do you force yourself to lie down again?"

Mo Liangcheng's eyes were fierce: "No way! Do it again!" With a roar, he snapped his claws down again.

As soon as he entered the battlefield, he seemed to have transformed into a wild beast, and he was no longer as gentle as he was a moment ago.In every relentless claw strike, he is also swaying his hatred to the fullest.

The hatred for being so weak, if it was him in the past, I am afraid that he can bring down the current self with a single finger.

The hatred that desperately desires to return to the top.It seems that as long as he does his best now, he can make up for the gap that day, and he will still be the strongest first talent.But just because he clearly knew that he would never have that title again in his entire life, this hatred became even stronger.

There is not much hatred left in life.He has no time to waste, and every day that follows will become a countdown to death for him. Under such circumstances, everything should speed up like a clockwork.After all, he had no way out for a long time.

In the end, Mo Liangcheng's attack was completely disorganized, he was just rushing and grabbing randomly, and sometimes before the enemy made a move, he would lose his footing and fall to the ground askew.But almost at the same time as he fell, he would get back up again, and the attacks he made were correspondingly crazier.

I've been looking forward to a fight with you, but it's definitely not like this...

Luo Dixing threw Mo Liangcheng to the sand again and again, but in his heart he did not feel the joy of defeating an old enemy, but was full of sadness and powerlessness.

Of all the battles I have experienced, this one is the most painful.

The person in front of him who can be knocked down by one move, the person who is him but not him, where is the peak that he could not surpass?Where did the first day when he was always at ease in battle and could chat and laugh with his opponents go?Is it really gone?Is it really impossible to find it again?

However, no matter what his strength becomes, he is still Mo Liangcheng, the friend he cares about the most!Just knowing this, isn't it enough?

Finally, Mo Liangcheng exhausted his last bit of strength, fell down on the sand and was sweating profusely, unable to get up again.Luo Dixing didn't say anything, gently helped him up, and led him to sit on the hillside to rest.

This is the gap between the two now.In the same battle, Mo Liangcheng was almost exhausted, but it was just like a warm-up exercise for himself.The cruel truth was before them, and they couldn't admit it.

After supporting Mo Liangcheng to sit firmly, Luo Dixing took the water he had prepared earlier, unscrewed the bottle cap and handed it to him.Mo Liangcheng also took it with his usual expression.But even though he made this "catch" movement, the water bottle leaked out directly from the wide gap in the hook claws, and hit the ground with a "snap", spreading a wet stain on the sand.

Mo Liangcheng stared at the water bottle at his feet, dazed.So this is the truth, even if each of them desperately wants to pretend to be the same as before, everything is still different after all.When they forget by themselves, reality will remind them anytime and anywhere.

"It's okay, I'll get it again." Luo Dixing was worried that Mo Liangcheng would be thinking wildly, so after taking the initiative to comfort him, he brought another bottle as quickly as possible.This time, he didn't hand it to him directly. After hesitating for a moment, he directly brought the bottle to Mo Liangcheng's mouth, and at the same time turned his eyes in another direction awkwardly.

Mo Liangcheng drank half of the bottle in one go before his complexion improved a little.He let out a long breath and said softly, "Let me try again."

Just like that, Luo Dixing supported the bottle mouth with one hand, Mo Liangcheng also adjusted the hook claws several angles, and finally managed to hold the bottle body.But as soon as Luo Dixing let go, the claws seemed to be unable to bear the force at all, the bottle body slid down again, and was cut to pieces by the sharp claws, and the water splashed all over them.

The water bottle fell to the ground feebly again, like a wordless mockery.

"It seems that what I should practice now is not fighting, but how to hold a water bottle." Mo Liangcheng had already penetrated the body of the bottle with his claws, and lifted it up on the tip of the knife, while whispering self-deprecatingly said a word.

"...Don't be so anxious, you'll get better if you practice more." Luo Dixing felt that his words were really meaningless, "No one is born with a water bottle."

"Yeah, then I have to hurry up and practice how to hold chopsticks." Mo Liangcheng's voice was very weak, and he couldn't hear his true emotions, "I don't want others to feed me. Well, although it is said, the difficulty is higher Much more."

Luo Dixing could no longer speak.Lowering his head and staring at his toes, the wave of pain engulfed him again.

I really don't want to see him like this anymore... How can I find a strong man in Nirvana!As long as I can save him, let me do anything...

The previous question has now been answered.

This is not enough, the name of a friend is not enough... What he really wants is that he can live with him!
"You..." Mo Liangcheng's eyes were still focused on the distance, but his voice came over sentence by sentence: "Can you stop looking at me with that look?"

"I know it's rude for me to make such a request. I'm obviously not the first genius now, and I didn't care about that false name before. However, I just can't stand others looking at me with nervous and pitiful eyes, as if the next moment I It’s like dying! I still have the last bit of pride. I don’t want others to think of me. The only impression is that this person is very pitiful, disabled at a young age, and dying at a young age. I ..."

"I have no mercy on you!" Luo Dixing stood up excitedly, "I just..."

just what?Just worried about you?Just to keep you alive?How is that different from pity?
Luo Dixing thought hard for a long time, but he still couldn't find a suitable word. In the end, he suddenly became angry with himself, and turned his head to look into the distance angrily.For a moment, Mo Liangcheng seemed to want to pull him. He raised his arm, but saw the ferocious claw, and finally lowered his hand resentfully.And Luo Dixing was sulking alone, so naturally he didn't notice.

"Last time...I'm sorry." After a while, Mo Liangcheng suddenly said something softly.This refers to the incident when I lost control of my emotions after meeting Ye Shuo and scratched him crazily.

Luo Dixing's sight suddenly froze.Turning his head to look at him with difficulty, his mocking tone still couldn't hide his sadness: "I didn't expect these three words to come out of your mouth? To hear you say this, I think this hurts so much. It's worth it."

Really... I won't be happy at all with your apology in this state...

Before the conversation between the two could continue, an extremely strong fluctuation of spiritual power suddenly shot up into the sky, even breaking a gap in the clouds in the sky.The energy between the heaven and the earth gathered wildly at this time, and a majestic aura like a waking dragon became more and more intense.And the source of all this points to the most luxurious hall in the middle of the Burning Heaven Sect...

Xu Wuji, he has finally successfully broken through to the Qi Condensation level!
With the help of years of accumulation and the supply of resources from the Luo family, he finally broke through the watershed for spiritual practitioners!
(End of this chapter)