Martial arts become gods

Chapter 1260 Against Battle King Yang Li
The speed of the two people in the arena is extremely fast, and the huge Yuan Lian quickly shuttles through the arena like a galaxy.

Every path contains the potential to destroy mountains and mountains.

Occasionally, when some elemental force fails, it falls on the defensive mask, and the mountain shakes and the ground trembles.

Everyone's hearts were raised for a moment, for fear that the defensive mask would be broken and affected.

In this one-man gladiatorial fight, Mo Xian obviously let go completely. Although he didn't tell the whole story, it was also extremely powerful.

Team wrestling is all about cooperating with each other.

And single-player wrestling is purely based on the display of individual strength, so it can better show a person's strength.

It was precisely because of this that although this fight was in the middle of the night, its influence was no less influential than the fight between Xiao Wu's adventure group and the prairie mane dog.

Moreover, even the owner of this arena seems to be paying attention to this fight.

In a certain luxurious box, a young man stood quietly, silently watching the situation in the field.

His face was handsome and his expression was very calm.

On his collar, there is a logo that is easily overlooked, which represents Wujizong.

This person is the owner of this arena.

It is precisely because of this status that it is very logical for this arena to use the recommended quota as a bait.

It can also be seen from this that this person probably has a high status in the Wuji Sect.

Also because of his status, he rarely appeared here, but when he came this time, he encountered an interesting thing.

"Find out the identity of 160 as soon as possible!" The young man said lightly, but his eyes did not leave the arena.

"Yes!"

A person behind him responded respectfully, then bowed and retreated.

From the young man's point of view, it is undoubtedly a very simple matter to find someone here.

Mo Xian and Yang Li's movements became faster and faster, and the afterimages they brought out almost covered every corner of the huge arena.

The beautiful and sharp arcs appeared almost continuously, and the power contained in them made everyone present tremble with fear.

"boom!"

Every time there is a collision, there will be astonishing fluctuations spreading, constantly impacting the surrounding defensive mask.

The person in charge of the protagonist's arena is sweating constantly on his forehead, and he hardly dares to be careless.

After all, once the defensive mask is broken, the consequences will be disastrous.

Whether it was Mo Xian or Yang Li, their expressions were extremely serious.

They can obviously feel the pressure brought by the other party. Once there is any negligence, they will probably suffer a strong blow.

Yang Li's attack was fierce and his speed was astonishing.

Therefore, Mo Xian had to continuously perform the first dozens of changes, and even the last few unfamiliar changes had to be displayed.

"Happy!" Yang Li's eyes, which seemed to be awake all the time, suddenly widened at this moment, and the sharp gaze made Mo Xian's eyes sting.

"not good!"

Mo Xian's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately subconsciously crossed his arms and stood in front of him.

"boom!"

Then, Mo Xian only felt a sharp pain in his arms, and a churn of blood in his body, as if his whole body was falling apart.

This feeling is like being hit hard by a ten-thousand-ren mountain peak flying head-on while flying at high speed.

However, he was not reconciled to being punched for nothing, and at the moment when his figure flew upside down, that is, the moment Yang Li retracted his fist, he kicked it out.

"boom!"

This kick was extremely sharp, and it hit Yang Li's chin just above Yang Li's chin, making a toothache roar.

His head was thrown back as far as possible, and his body shot out towards the sky in an instant.

At the same time, Mo Xian's figure also hit the ground.

The two went up and down like this, and then one hit the defensive mask, and the other hit the ground heavily.

The entire arena seemed to vibrate, and most people gasped at this moment.

Although they were just bystanders, they could also feel the enormous power that Mo Xian and Yang Li were enduring.

After landing, Mo Xian only felt stares in his eyes and chaos in his head.

Yang Li obviously wasn't much better. Although he didn't control his body shape, his body was still attached to the defensive mask, and the huge force made the defensive mask unable to vibrate.

Mo Xian got up staggeringly, and before he fully regained his clarity, he raised his hand and counted.

"Shhhh..."

The scorching energy pierced through the air, transforming into a large piece tens of feet large, like a real halberd, and the sharp and astonishing breath spread out in an instant.

"Buzz!"

All the spirit halberds were trembling slightly, emitting a soul-stirring hum.

The temperature of the entire arena rose in an instant, and even the space was a little distorted.

"Shh!"

In the next instant, all the halberds roared out at the same time.

The sound of breaking wind swept through the audience, setting off a sound of exclamation.

Before, they had never seen 160 showing such a powerful force.

Even though Yang Li hadn't fully recovered from the heavy blow before, his reaction was not slow.

He stomped heavily on the protective mask with both feet, causing the entire Yuanli mask to shake from a distance, and his figure, borrowing the force of the shock, turned into an afterimage.

At the same time, he flipped his hands over, and there were countless simple and mottled stone swords all around him, which were completely condensed from Yuanli.

On this stone sword, runes flickered, and each sword had different degrees of damage, so it was not complete.

But the astonishing fluctuations emanating from it tell everyone that the power of each stone sword cannot be underestimated.

In the next moment, the Yuanli halberd and the stone sword collided violently.

For a moment, the entire arena was shrouded in the dazzling light of Yuanli, making it almost impossible to see.

"Bang bang..."

The sound of thunderous collisions can be heard endlessly, and sharp auras spread in all directions.

This abnormal state lasted for more than ten breaths before it gradually subsided, but the terrifying fluctuations remaining in the air were still telling of the fierce confrontation just now.

Mo Xian only felt a pain on his cheek, and a thin bloodstain slowly appeared, which was injured by the scattered energy.

Yang Li was also suspended in the air, his messy hair and clothes were even more horrible.

Obviously, neither side took advantage of the collision just now.

"Is this the true strength of 160? It's... too scary!" Only then did everyone realize that they had always underestimated 160.

"You didn't realize that Yang Li's strength is completely different from before. No matter what, he is the fighting king here and cannot be provoked. No. 160 is asking for humiliation."

Of course, some people still believe that 160 is too big this time and is doomed to fail.

According to past experience, Yang Li is the type who gets stronger as he fights.

"It looks like it's only an eight-star Martial King Realm, but the strength is so strong." Mo Xian's face was also a little dignified. The previous collision had made him sure of Yang Li's strength.

(End of this chapter)