Martial arts become gods

Chapter 1837 Protracted Combat
It seems that the soul stone of the Yinling Hall can no longer completely deter the Yinling King.

It is obviously not that easy to subdue it.

But Mo Xian was not in a hurry, he had just broken through and had plenty of time.

In the following period of time, a tug-of-war broke out between Mo Xian and the Yinling King.

Both seemed to be tireless, attacking crazily.

The violent energy filled the whole world, and the color of the world changed for a while, and the sun and the moon were dark.

As for the other ghosts, they were quietly prostrate on the ground, trembling slightly.

"How long are they going to fight? It's so boring!" Xiao Wu muttered in a low voice while drawing circles on the ground with the ancient spirit umbrella.

"It's hard to say, the strength of the two of them is about the same. If you want to tell the winner, it depends on who persists for a long time." Nan Yuexin observed the battle situation very thoroughly, and immediately saw the key point.

"It's Persistence's turn. I'm absolutely optimistic about Mo Xian. Do you remember his performance in the arena?" Jia Ren said.

"That's right, Mo Xian's stamina is absolutely strong, you can try it if you have the chance." Jia Yi immediately chimed in.

"What nonsense are you talking about? You have to try it yourself." Shen Jing said sullenly.

"Hey, we're just seeking truth from facts." Jia Ren and Jia Yi said with a strange smile.

Just as the few people were talking, a black shadow suddenly fell from the sky and stopped after scratching the ground for hundreds of meters. It was the Yinling King.

And Mo Xian's figure slowly appeared, with a deep sword mark on his chest.

After the Yinling King stabilized his figure, he immediately rushed towards Mo Xian again, the sword in his hand was full of sword energy, exuding an astonishing murderous intent.

And Mo Xian seemed to have been really fired up, and went straight to meet him.

"Shh!"

The two figures crossed each other, and there was a bloodstain on Mo Xian's face immediately, and there was also a finger hole on the Yinling King's chest, with some black flames attached to it.

"Look at me!" Xiao Wu suddenly danced the ancient spirit umbrella, and several soft halos flew out from it and landed on Mo Xian.

Mo Xian's figure trembled slightly, and he felt as if he had been enlightened, and felt indescribably comfortable.

The bloodstains on his face disappeared in an instant, the sword wound on his chest also healed quickly, and his energy was instantly plentiful.

Mo Xian gave Xiao Wubi a thumbs up, and at the same time frantically circulated his energy.

"Brother Mo Xian, come on!" Xiao Wu waved his fist at Mo Xian and shouted.

"Is it really okay for us to just watch from the side like this?" Meng Yang asked a little embarrassed.

"Mo Xian has just made a breakthrough, and it is precisely this kind of battle that he needs to be proficient in. If it is not right, we will not be too late." Shen Jing said.

After such a period of time, the Yinling King's figure became more distorted, which obviously consumed a lot of energy.

Mo Xian, on the other hand, became more and more courageous as he fought, and used the moves he knew in turn.

As Nan Yuexin guessed, Mo Xian's strength was very close to that of the Yinling King, and it was difficult to tell the winner in a short time.

And who can persist for a long time is the key to victory.

After the initial fresh period, everyone felt that it was boring.

Zhao Liangcai bought some wild game from nowhere, and grilled it on the spot.

He didn't know the taste of meat in March, and his eyes were about to burst out.

"Add some cumin, add some chili..." The two brothers Jia Ren and Jia Yi also joined forces with Zhao Liangcai, pointing fingers at the side.

At first, the others didn't take it seriously, but soon they felt that watching Zhao Liangcai cooking wild game seemed more interesting than watching Mo Xian fighting with the Yinling King, so they all gathered around.

Soon, the air was filled with the smell of barbecue.

"Look, at this time, it's going to be like this, like this..." Zhao Liangcai introduced the method to everyone, looking very excited, his round face turned red.

For him, this is a rare opportunity to be noticed, let alone a woman.

It is no exaggeration to say that this may be the pinnacle of his life.

And the originally tense atmosphere changed a bit because of this, which was quite weird.

Soon Mo Xian noticed the changes in the crowd, and turned his head to see that a mouthful of old blood almost spurted out.

He was here fighting with the Yinling King, while the others had a picnic there.

what is this?
He took a few deep breaths, constantly comforting himself in his heart.

This is because everyone trusts him, so it will be like this.

Although they can't do anything to Shen Jing, the Yinling King in front of him has become Mo Xian's best punching bag.

Therefore, Mo Xian's attack became more ferocious.

After another period of time, the ground suddenly trembled.

When everyone raised their heads, they saw the figure of the Yinling King being blasted to the ground by Mo Xian, and there was no movement for a long time.

Mo Xian's continuous combat ability is stronger than everyone imagined, and he has already gained the upper hand.

Mo Xian came to the Yinling King, took out the Yinling Hall Soul Stone, and said, "Do you want to go in and rest now?"

"Hmph..." The Yinling King snorted coldly and turned his head proudly.

"boom!"

Mo Xian didn't say a word, and directly punched Yinling King on the head.

"Go in?"

"roll!"

"boom!"

After a few punches, the poor Yinling King's head was completely buried in the ground.

If it was really a flesh and blood person, its neck would probably be broken by now.

However, after receiving such heavy blows in succession, the Yin Ling King obviously felt uncomfortable, and his pale eyes were already a little dizzy.

Everyone raised their heads inadvertently, and when they saw the poor Yin Ling King, they couldn't help but click their tongues.

After Mo Xian punched down again, the Yinling King's body suddenly became more illusory.

Mo Xian didn't want to break up the Yinling King, so he immediately retracted the fist he threw out again.

After pondering for a while, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and called out, "Xiao Wu, do you have a trick that can help people recover their strength?"

"That's right!" Xiao Wu immediately bounced up to Mo Xian's side, and said, "Is it for Brother Mo Xian to use it for you?"

"No, let it use it!" Mo Xian pointed to Yin Lingwang.

"It, but it's not human, and I don't know if it will work." Xiao Wu said.

"Try it!" Mo Xian smiled.

"En!" Xiao Wu nodded, and immediately took out the ancient spirit umbrella.

Yuanli lingered between the ancient spirit umbrellas, emitting a very gorgeous light.

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Wujiao let out a drink, and lightly waved the ancient spirit umbrella.

A faint halo diffused from the ancient spirit umbrella, giving people a sense of vitality.

The halo enveloped the Yinling King, and then penetrated into it.

As a ninth-grade martial skill, the Mantra of Regeneration can bring about a great recovery of strength at the least cost to the caster, which is heaven-defying.

It's just that the Yinling King is not a flesh and blood creature, so it's hard to say whether it will work or not.

"What is he doing?" Seeing this, everyone looked at Mo Xian strangely.

This is the first time they have seen them restore strength to their opponents during the battle.

"I don't know if it will be useful." Xiao Wu looked at the Yinling King nervously. After all, it was the task that Mo Xian gave her, and she didn't want to fail.

After a while, the Yinling King's body suddenly solidified a lot, and his slack eyes suddenly became energetic.

"Boy, what the hell are you doing!" Yinling King yelled violently, it really didn't understand why Mo Xian suddenly wanted to save himself.

"I just want to ask, are you going to go here or not?" Mo Xian said, shaking the soul stone of the Yinling Temple in his hand.

"Hmph, even if it dissipates, I won't go back." The Yinling King snorted coldly, with a hint that he would rather be broken than whole.

"boom!"

Before the Yinling King could finish his sentence, Mo Xian punched it on the head, making a scalp-numbing sound.

(End of this chapter)