Martial arts become gods

Chapter 1275 Ask Pavilion Master to Take Action

Sifang Pavilion tonight was extremely chaotic, almost everyone was dispatched, but it was only to encircle and suppress a few young people.

Mo Xian was besieged by the one-armed old man and five eight-star Martial King Realm powerhouses, but he did not show any defeat.

Although the one-armed old man was a little startled, he didn't take it seriously. Their powerful pavilion master hadn't shown up yet.

"Old man, if you don't agree, I'm afraid you won't be able to keep the Sifang Pavilion today." Mo Xian smiled, and at the same time raised his hand and punched a building, smashing it to pieces.

"Boy, how dare you!" Seeing that Mo Xian was so shameless, the one-armed old man was furious.

But Mo Xian was like a monkey, his body was so agile that he couldn't catch it at all.

"Shh!"

Mo Xian's figure suddenly appeared behind an eight-star Martial King Realm expert, and punched him hard.

"boom!"

Amidst the loud noise, this person spurted blood wildly, and directly smashed into the depths of the ground.

However, Mo Xian was also slapped on the back.

"Bah!" Mo Xian spat, his fierce eyes fixed on the person who hit him just now, and his figure also disappeared suddenly.

"What a fast speed!" The complexion of the one-armed old man and the others changed, knowing that they might have kicked an iron plate today.

"Boom!"

There was another loud bang, and the man who attacked Mo Xian just now was knocked out instantly.

Shen Jing and Jia Ren and Jia Yi were again taken aback when they saw Mo Xian's strength displayed at this time.

Since the strong were all entangled by Mo Xian, they could still handle it for the time being.

But they all knew that the key to victory or defeat might be Mo Xian.

"Old guy, you should have thought it over carefully." Mo Xian stopped, looked at the one-armed old man with piercing eyes, and said.

"Nonsense, I don't believe you, you can walk out of here alive today!" The one-armed old man shouted, and at the same time, another big Yin destroyer bombarded out.

"Hmph!" Mo Xian's complexion changed, but his figure twisted for a while before disappearing.

But the Yin Killing Shot passed through his afterimage, and hit several people in the Sifang Pavilion, blood and flesh flew all over the place.

"Buzz!"

The aura of heaven and earth suddenly became violent at this time, and two stars, like the sun, suddenly appeared in the sky.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Xian punched out, and the world turned pale.

The one-armed old man was caught off guard, and was immediately hit hard on the back, spurting several mouthfuls of blood continuously.

However, he was also very powerful. He stabilized his figure in an instant, retreated hundreds of meters, and yelled loudly at the same time.

"Pavilion Master, if you don't show up, the Sifang Pavilion will be destroyed today."

Hearing this, all the people in Sifang Pavilion showed a touch of ecstasy.

As long as their pavilion master appears, today's matter will be considered resolved.

"Pavilion Master? Are you talking about him?" Mo Xian smiled lightly, and suddenly said to the side: "Little turtle, come out!"

I don't know why, but the owner of Sifang Pavilion, who calls himself Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, actually obeys him now.

"Little turtle, come here!" In a slightly ridiculous voice, the Sifang Pavilion master walked out slowly.

"Pavilion Master, please take action to deal with these arrogant people." Under the leadership of the one-armed old man, all the people in the Sifang Pavilion shouted violently at the same time, which can be described as monstrous.

"He can't help you!" Mo Xian smiled lightly and ordered, "Little turtle, come on, these are the people who turned you into a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle."

The Sifang pavilion master immediately roared and rushed into the crowd, one in each hand, his strength can be described as extremely powerful.

"Pavilion Master, you are crazy, we are our own people, ah!" The surrounding immediately became chaotic, and there were endless screams.

"This... this is the end..." The one-armed old man's complexion suddenly turned pale, and the pavilion master was already their last trump card.

But he didn't expect that their pavilion master would actually do something to his own people, and he would be merciless.

"Boy, what did you do to the pavilion master?" He looked at Mo Xian resentfully, and said.

"You have to ask yourselves this. You are also bold, even the wife of the pavilion master dares to move." Mo Xian said flatly.

As soon as Mo Xian said this, many people in Sifang Pavilion, including the one-armed old man, changed their complexions.

Obviously, they are all involved.

"Clap clap..."

The young man suddenly applauded, and then said very calmly: "As expected of someone who made Jun Yun look at him with admiration, what a good trick, he actually solved the pavilion master of Sifang Pavilion without making a sound."

"Mr. Yun? He sent you to prevent us from participating in the Great War?" Mo Xian asked with a serious face.

"Yun Jun?" Hearing this name, everyone's expressions changed, including the three of Shen Jing.

This name is too dazzling, of course they have heard of it.

Mo Xian didn't know before, it only shows that he still has too little contact with things.

No one thought that Mo Xian would have a feud with Mr. Yun, so they were naturally very surprised at this time.

"Hehe, you think too highly of yourself. Do you think he needs to use this method to deal with your former junior?" The young man said with a faint smile.

"Then don't talk about those who don't have it. You came here specially, you must not stand behind and watch the fun." Mo Xian said in a deep voice, but his face was a little gloomy.

As he heard about Jun Yun more and more, he also understood more and more how terrifying this opponent was.

"Of course, it's nothing. I just want to get back something that belongs to me." The young man said.

"What?" Mo Xian asked, startled.

"You should know, right, No. 160?" the young man said.

"Mo Xian, is it No. 160?" Hearing the news, the three of Shen Jing were shocked.

They were clear about 160's record, but they never connected Mo Xian with 160.

After all, this is too unbelievable.

Hearing it suddenly at this time will naturally be a little difficult to accept.

"If you mean the recommended quota, I'm afraid I'm sorry, I got it myself, and it doesn't belong to you." Mo Xian said coldly.

"It's really like this!" The three of Shen Jing looked at each other, and their expressions became weird. The number 160, which was said to be miraculous, was actually by their side all the time.

"It seems that you still can't see the situation clearly, but I'm not in a hurry, wait until you figure it out!" The young man smiled faintly, and a faint cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes.

In the next moment, he pointed like a sword and swiped suddenly.

"Shh!"

A sword light roared out immediately, and before the one-armed old man could react, it chopped off his other arm.

"Ah..." the one-armed old man screamed, and then roared angrily: "You...you are so cruel, why...why?"

"You guys really disappoint me. Staying here is just a waste of resources. The only thing you have left is this hand." The young man said indifferently, and at the same time his figure began to retreat quickly. .

"Damn it!" Seeing the old man's remaining arm gradually turning into fly ash, Mo Xian and the others' complexions sank.

This arm is their only hope now.

The young man obviously knew it, so he deliberately cut off the arm of the one-armed old man with one blow, and at the same time cut off Meng Yang's vitality.

"Haha, do you feel very hopeless? It's a pity that you will not be able to reach the Wuji Sect after all, and you will not even have the chance to challenge Lord Yun." The young man laughed loudly, and immediately tore the defensive cover, and flew out in an instant .

And the defensive mask instantly recovered, obviously he knew the way to pass through the protective mask.

(End of this chapter)