Martial arts become gods

Chapter 1899 Tongmeng Boss
The young man's complexion suddenly darkened a lot. In front of him, the person who beat him really made his complexion dull.

But Sun Zicong's speed was extremely fast just now, and the incident happened so suddenly that he had no time to stop it.

"Hmph, it seems that your Taichu Academy really doesn't want to continue." His face turned cold, and suddenly there was a long sword in his hand.

The sword was full of cold light, and as soon as it appeared, it left a deep mark on the ground paved with bluestone slabs, obviously it was not ordinary.

Immediately afterwards, he rushed out with a sudden movement, and the sword in his hand was full of sword energy, which immediately caused a burst of exclamation.

This long sword is obviously a very rare spirit treasure in the city of Absolute Beginning.

Sun Zicong's expression froze, and while he was receding, he also had a three-meter-long stick in his hand.

The spiritual flow on this long stick is also a good spiritual treasure.

"clang!"

When the sticks and swords collided, sparks immediately scattered, and amazing shock waves continued to sweep.

After touching each other, Sun Zicong and the young man immediately became entangled.

For a moment, the sword energy was vertical and horizontal, and the shadow of the stick filled the air.

However, the strength of the young man is obviously stronger than that of Sun Zicong, and his weapons are much better than those of Sun Zicong.

Almost every time there was a collision, there would be metal shavings flying over the long stick.

Not long after, the long stick was covered with sword marks.

After touching each other dozens of times, Sun Zicong and the young man retreated at the same time.

"drink!"

Sun Zicong yelled violently, and smashed down the long stick in his hand.

"boom!"

Amidst the loud noise, a stick shadow tens of meters long appeared on the long stick, and before it landed, it left a huge gully on the ground.

"Humph!"

The young man snorted coldly, but instead advanced, the long sword in his hand flickered with a cold light, especially at the tip, which made everyone around feel their eyes stinging.

"Ding……"

The long sword in the young man's hand hit the top of the long stick with incomparable precision, and it stabbed in like a broken bamboo.

The long stick was torn apart in an instant, and the cold light quickly pierced Sun Zicong's wrist.

Sun Zicong made a decisive decision, stirred the long stick in his hand, and immediately deflected the young man's attack.

The two figures immediately crossed each other, but Sun Zicong's arm was still cut with a deep scar, and the weapon was completely useless.

The young man's attack was really bad. If Sun Zicong hadn't been strong and quick to react, he might have lost his arm.

"In my opinion, it's better to let your boss come out. With this little strength, don't come out to be embarrassing." The young man said contemptuously, the blood dripping from the long sword in his hand seemed a little shocking.

"Are you looking for me?" At this moment, everyone suddenly heard a faint human voice behind them.

Everyone took a look, and saw a person wearing a large cloak. Behind him, there were two figures, one tall and one lower.

When Sun Zicong and the others heard this slightly familiar voice, their bodies were slightly startled, and they seemed extremely excited.

"Report your name!" The young man frowned slightly and said unceremoniously.

"Why, you don't even know who the person you're looking for is?" The person who spoke just now pulled down the hood on his head, revealing a rather young face, naturally it was Mo Xian.

Although he looked calm at this time, in the depths of his eyes, there was a palpitating look.

Back then, Mo Xian was well-known in Taichu City, but he disappeared for so long and changed a lot, so most people didn't recognize him for a while, they just felt familiar.

But other people can't recognize it, and those old members of Tongmeng will not admit their mistakes, they can be sure at a glance that the person in front of them is undoubtedly Mo Xian.

Maybe it was because of excitement, or maybe it was because of frustration, their eye sockets were a little red for a moment.

"Boss, you are back! So who, our boss is here, we can just talk to him if we need anything." A moment later, Sun Zicong said exaggeratedly, which made everyone's ears go numb.

"Boss of Tongmeng? Could this kid be Mo Xian?"

"No way, he dares to come back, don't you know how many people want his life?"

"No mistake, I heard before that Tongmeng was founded by him alone."

"Hmph, this kid is so courageous, he dares to come back!"

For a moment, there was a whisper of whispering around.

"Tsk tsk, Mo Xian, long time no see!" Mo Hu finally recognized Mo Xian, and said quite proudly.

Mo Xian didn't bother to pay attention to those pointing around, but gave Mo Hu a faint look.

When they were in Mojia Village, there were constant conflicts between the two.

After many years now, this kind of childhood conflict obviously has not disappeared, but has become more and more serious.

Although it was just a faint glance, an inexplicable fear suddenly surged in Mo Hu's heart.

What kind of eyes is that, calm without any emotion, but it seems to hide a murderous intent, which makes people palpitate.

"Mo... Mo Xian, you... what do you want to do, we are in the same village, maybe our ancestors are relatives." With just one look, Mo Hu was scared out of his wits and almost fucked up.

"Trash!" The young man unceremoniously pulled Mo Hu aside, then stared at Mo Xian with burning eyes, and said, "Boy, are you Mo Xian, the boss of Tongmeng?"

"Exactly!" Mo Xian said.

He never thought that this would be the case when he came back this time.

The Taichu Academy, which was once powerful in the past, has unexpectedly fallen into the present, and has been bullied to the door.

As a member of Taichu Academy, he naturally couldn't bear it.

"Haha, it's a bit bloody, but you dare to come out." The young man nodded and continued: "I, Lei Cheng, the great disciple of Xuantianzong."

"The great disciple of Xuantian Sect!"

Hearing this name, there was an uproar all around.

Xuantianzong is one of the three major sects in their unnamed small domain, and the weight of its eldest disciples can be seen to be average.

What's more, the name Lei Cheng is very popular among everyone, and there are few rivals among the younger generation.

"Xuantianzong? Isn't it that seven-star school?" Mo Xian glanced vaguely and said casually.

In fact, according to the current form, he has almost understood it.

It must be because of his involvement in Taichu Academy, which led to the suppression of Taichu Academy.

Moreover, he is very clear about the importance of Qixing Academy, and it is impossible to train a young master like Lei Cheng.

"I said whether you are really stupid or fake. Why, don't you have any idea?" Lei Cheng mocked.

"So that's it!" Mo Xian nodded, his complexion turned cold for a moment, and a huge coercion spread instantly.

"This is……"

Feeling the huge pressure, everyone couldn't even control their breathing, and shock was written all over their faces.

They have almost never felt this kind of fluctuation.

It seemed to come from the pressure of the superior, suffocating everyone.

"This... this is Senior Mo Xian, the boss of our Tongmeng!"

After those new members of the Tongmeng came back to their senses, they were all dumbfounded.

Although they often heard Sun Zicong brag about Mo Xian, but when they actually saw him at this moment, they were still extremely shocked, their heartbeat, blood flow and breathing speeded up instantly.

That is the boss of their Tongmeng, and he can shock the whole audience with just his own strength.

(End of this chapter)