Martial arts become gods

Chapter 1269
"Haha, do you think that if you have gained some fame in the arena, you can be unscrupulous. To be arrogant in front of the old man, you are still short of shortcomings!" The dry voice sounded again, laughing unscrupulously.

"Old guy, you were born a few years earlier, what are you proud of?" Meng Yang punched one person back, but his shoulder was unavoidably slashed.

Not only him, Jia Ren, Jia Yi, and Shen Jing are all in crisis.

"Hmph, stubborn."

A low shout sounded, and the black shadow who hadn't made a move joined the battle group in an instant.

His strike was extraordinary, and he slammed Meng Yang's back with a single palm, with a gust of wind.

"boom!"

Meng Yangxuan was caught off guard, and was slapped flying with a palm, and a clear palm mark appeared on his back.

"Hmph, you won't survive three days after being hit by the old man's Taiyin Killer." The old man said with a grim smile.

"Bah, I'll pull you back!" Meng Yang spat out a mouthful of blood, his muscles all over his body suddenly swelled up, and he rushed towards the old man like an iron tower.

After three or two rounds, Meng Yang retreated steadily.

The strength of the two is obviously not on the same level.

Among the opponents of Shen Jing and the others, although there is no such powerful opponent as the old man, they are still somewhat stretched.

"Buzz!"

At this moment, an astonishing fluctuation suddenly came out of the defensive mask where Mo Xian was.

Several people who wanted to approach the defensive mask quietly screamed, and were so shocked that they vomited blood and flew away.

"That's..." The old man's face changed, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart.

He had noticed the defensive mask a long time ago, and he was sure that it was Mo Xian, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

However, the fluctuations coming from there at this time made him a little startled.

It was clear that the fluctuations would only occur if a seventh-rank spirit treasure was born.

But in this kind of place, how could there be a spirit treasure born, and it was still a seventh-rank!

Unless, Mo Xian is a seventh-rank blacksmith.

But how is this possible?

"boom!"

At the moment when his thoughts were flying, the protective mask exploded, and five different rays of light immediately spread out, clearly illuminating everyone's horrified faces.

Those are five spirit treasures, and each one is the best among spirit treasures of the same level.

Although it did not reach the category of seventh-rank spiritual treasures, it was probably not much worse than some ordinary seventh-rank spiritual treasures.

It was also because the auras of the five spirit treasures gathered together before that it gave everyone the illusion that the seventh-rank spirit treasure was born.

Mo Xian slowly walked out from the center of the light, and five top-level sixth-grade spirit treasures hovered around him, setting it off majestically.

After seeing the crowd, he was obviously stunned for a moment, and then his face turned cold, and he said: "You guys really know how to pick your time!"

"Hmph, you are Mo Xian?" The old man said with a cold snort after recovering.

"Exactly!" Mo Xian said flatly.

"The one I'm looking for is you!" The old man shouted loudly, his figure suddenly swept out, his palm touched a strange imprint, and suddenly there was a bang against Mo Xian, bringing out a gust of chilly wind, which was exactly the Taiyin Killing Hand he said to use earlier.

Others did the same, and the war broke out again.

"Hehe, it's time to see the power of these spirit treasures, it's ready!" Mo Xian shouted, his figure suddenly retreated, and the weapons floating around him turned into beams of light one after another, flying towards them in the hands of the owner.

Meng Yang, Jia Ren and Jia Yi, Shen Jing, Xiao Wu, caught their weapons almost simultaneously.

The momentum changed dramatically in an instant.

"Damn it, you bastards, it's time for me, Grandpa, to vent my anger." Meng Yang shouted loudly, swept the epee in his hand, and immediately roared out with fierce energy.

With this swing, he immediately discovered that there seemed to be something extra in his weapon.

Not only him, but everyone else feels this way too.

"Shh!"

The lingering cold wind crazily swept towards Mo Xian, and the sharp breath made Mo Xian's whole body painful.

His face froze, his figure continued to retreat violently, and he raised his hand and punched out.

"Boom!"

The old man's claws slammed on the fist strength, and actually tore the fist strength directly, but still slammed towards Mo Xian unabated.

"die!"

When the cold air was about to hit Mo Xian, his figure suddenly disappeared.

The old man's pupils shrank, so fast that even he couldn't catch it.

"Old man, I'm here!" Mo Xian smiled lightly, and then pointed out.

"puff!"

A little red light emerged from his fingertips, like a sharp dagger, directly piercing through the old man's shoulder.

"boom!"

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud noise, and the old man's arm flew out.

"The information is wrong, retreat!" The old man roared hoarsely, he didn't even have time to ask for his own arm, and directly used the force of the counter-shock to escape crazily.

"You run really fast!" Mo Xian sneered, ignoring the old man, and directly joined the battle group.

With weapons, Meng Yang and the others became much stronger.

With Mo Xian joining at this time, it is even more powerful.

They also noticed that anyone who was hit by their own weapon, even if they took it a little, would experience some abnormalities.

And the old man's retreat naturally made his subordinates lose their fighting spirit, and they all wanted to escape where they had any thoughts for a long time.

This is not a gladiatorial arena, Mo Xian has no scruples, and his strikes are so fierce that Meng Yang and others are a little scared.

Only then did they realize that the one in front of them was the real Mo Xian. Although he was young, he was unfathomable, courageous and ruthless.

After leaving a lot of corpses, some people finally escaped successfully.

"Don't chase after the poor!" Shen Jing said, pulling back Meng Yang and others who were about to follow.

"Mo Xian, unexpectedly, this is your real strength." Meng Yang smiled wryly.

"In that arena, after all, there are some scruples." Mo Xian said indifferently, and at the same time walked to the old man's arm, and took off a ring on it.

The faces of Shen Jing and the others were a little pale. Although they were used to seeing blood in the arena, they were still not used to killing so many people at once.

However, seeing Mo Xian's calm demeanor, several people were not to be outdone, and walked to a corpse one after another, and began to investigate.

"These don't seem to be from the Wuji sect, who could it be?" Jia Ren and Jia Yi asked with frowning.

It stands to reason that apart from the arena, they didn't offend anyone.

But a gladiatorial fight is a gladiatorial fight, so the outside world should not be involved.

Mo Xian was in the Na Na ring, checking repeatedly, and one of the martial arts called Taiyin Mie Shou attracted his attention.

Just now, the old man used this kind of martial skill, which is extremely vicious. If it wasn't for his quick response and mysterious movement skills like fish and dragons, it would be difficult to avoid it.

The old man obviously didn't display the true power of Taiyin Slayer, otherwise, it wouldn't be just that.

Soon, Mo Xian discovered the reason. This martial skill was incomplete and missing key points, but even so, it was still extremely powerful.

"puff!"

At this moment, Meng Yang, who was examining the corpse, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face darkened instantly.

(End of this chapter)