Martial arts become gods

Chapter 131
"I'm the team leader this time, and I'm in charge of the discipline inspection team in the school. Just because of your words, I can arrest you and get you punished."

"Ask you again, will you pay or not!"

As he said that, Wang Yan suddenly took a step forward, and the terrifying aura of the great martial artist erupted directly, and then hit Mo Xian hard like a sledgehammer.

"Crench!"

Under this kind of tyrannical pressure, Mo Xian's knees were bent abruptly. He resisted the pressure with difficulty, and all the bones in his body groaned overwhelmed.

"Hmph, you really have some skills, kneel down for me!"

Seeing that Mo Xian was able to resist the oppression of the aura he had specially cultivated, Wang Yan's eyes became even colder, and the oppression attached to Mo Xian became stronger and stronger, even where Mo Xian was standing. Cobweb-like cracks started to appear.

The energy in Mo Xian's body was running crazily, resisting the oppression of the breath that made him not hesitate to move. At this moment, he finally understood how huge the gap between a martial artist and a great martial artist was.

Under Wang Yan's oppression, he kept trying to push Mo Xian to his knees. Mo's eyes became red with bloodshot eyes, and his face was distorted, looking extremely ferocious.

He knew that once he knelt down at this moment, it might be difficult to stand up again in the future, so he had to hold on no matter what.

"Hmph, this kid can actually block Wang Yan's practiced coercion." Li Yingzhuo was also a little stunned, of course he knew how powerful Wang Yan's coercion was.

The others are also dumbfounded. Although the pressure is not against them, they can still feel the pressure that is huge to them.

"Wang Yan, is this how you bully your classmates? Don't forget that it is also your task to take everyone out safely?"

Seeing that Mo Xian's face was red and blood seemed to ooze from his skin, Sun Zicong said anxiously again.No matter what grievances there were between Mo Xian and Wang Yan, they were both from Taichu Academy. Now that Wang Yan treated Mo Xian in front of so many people, it was a bit of a joke for outsiders.

"Humph!"

Hearing Sun Zicong's angry words, Wang Yan frowned slightly, looked down at Mo Xian who was trembling all over with his eyes like a superior, and said, "Mo Xian, if you can go out under my pressure, today It’s as if it never happened.”

Under the contemptuous gaze, Mo Xian's body trembled uncontrollably, and an impulse suddenly surged in his heart, making him want to go berserk, but he was bound to die, and this kind of result was not something he could bear.

So, he can only endure.

"Roar!"

Mo Xian roared like a wounded beast, and then took a difficult step under the pressure.

"boom!"

The sound of feet hitting the ground was so heavy that everyone's hearts trembled unrecognizably.

Blood seeped out of Mo Xian's pores, and with just one step, he had already turned into a blood man.

"Give up, there will be opportunities in the future, and now you'll have nothing if you die!" Sun Zicong and the others couldn't stop shouting, tears seemed to well up in their eyes.

To these, Mo Xian turned a deaf ear to them. Under the pressure that made him almost suffocate, he slowly took his steps with difficulty and unstoppable. Every step would leave a clear bloodstain on the ground.

Looking at the figure that was already covered in blood but still walking firmly towards the outside of the hall step by step, the surroundings suddenly became much quieter.

The person who originally held an attitude of watching a play, now his eyes gradually became more serious. The blood-soaked back was indeed enough to move everyone.

"He's a man!" Luo Ze looked at the young man who was getting closer and closer to the gate, and he was also slightly moved. Through Mo Xian, he could see a kind of tenacity that made people palpitate, but... that's all, he couldn't do it after all. Do something.

"boom!"

Taking the last step, Mo Xian's bloody body finally stepped outside the hall, and the pressure like a mountain disappeared suddenly at this time.

"Pfft!"

As soon as the pressure subsided, under the extreme contrast, Mo Xian immediately spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, his feet went limp, and he almost fell to his knees, and then he was firmly supported by him.

He didn't look back, and walked slowly into the distance, dragging a shocking bloodstain.

"He... actually did it!" At this moment, everyone in the hall couldn't help being moved, and whispered incessantly.

Li Yingzhuo looked at Mo Xian who was about to go away with a gloomy expression, and his figure suddenly moved, as if he wanted to chase him out.

However, a huge body blocked the door, and it was Luo Ze.

"Since he did it, you have no reason to chase him out!" Luo Ze said slowly, he had no reason to make a move before, but now he will never be chased out.

"You..." Li Yingzhuo's eyes turned cold, and he clenched his fists tightly, but finally let go.

"I will remember what happened today, and I will pay it back a hundredfold in the future!"

Just when Mo Xian's figure was about to disappear, a roar like a wounded beast slowly spread into the hall.

"Hmph, it's just ants!"

Hearing Mo Xian's final roar, Wang Yan couldn't help but spit lightly.

However, Li Yingzhuo's face was gloomy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Although Mo Xian had already left, everyone in the hall still had an expression of extreme shock on their faces.

Although there is only a difference in realm between a martial artist and a great martial artist, the gap between them is like heaven and earth.

A one-star great martial artist, even ten or even twenty nine-star martial artists could not win against him. This is the suppression from the realm, and it is difficult to make up for it with numbers.

What's more, Wang Yan obviously practiced this kind of breath coercion on purpose.

Therefore, when everyone saw Mo Xian walking out while staring at Wang Yan's coercion, they were all shocked. They couldn't imagine that this kind of tenacity came from a young man who looked much younger than them.

"Brother Wang Yan, it seems that you have created an enemy for yourself!" Li Yingzhuo narrowed his eyes and said flatly.

"Hehe..." Wang Yan smiled noncommittally, and said: "I don't think so, the enemy. To me, he is just a clown after all! When he wakes up, he will know that his persistence will last forever How stupid!"

Hearing this, Li Yingzhuo smiled, but his eyes were fixed on the bloody footprints on the ground, and a dangerous cold light shone deep in his eyes.

After leaving the ruins, Mo Xian was almost at the end of his battle. He didn't dare to walk the way he had come, because he wasn't sure if anyone would catch up.

The current him, I am afraid that even a warrior can easily kill him.

(End of this chapter)