Martial arts become gods

Chapter 2002 An Inexplicable Gamble
"You really are merciless!" Mo Xian took a painful breath, but he appeared behind Yun Jun like a ghost, and punched him at the same time.

There was a lightning arc surging above his fist, exuding an extremely violent aura.

Before the attack came, Jun Yun's expression froze due to the terrifying pressure.

"Boom!"

Mo Xian punched down, and the world shook immediately.

But he didn't hit Jun Yun, but hit a layer of existence like a formation disk.

This array seems to be very thin, but it can't be shaken.

Obviously, this is a method that Mr. Yun has not exposed before.

"Crack!"

The array shattered, but Jun Yun's figure also shattered, and then appeared in another place inexplicably.

Between his hands, there was already a domineering force condensed, and he blasted it out in an instant.

Mo Xian was startled, and hurriedly mobilized Yuanli with all his strength, and a black fire lotus quickly emerged, completely covering it.

Relying on the fire lotus, Mo Xian forcibly rushed out, smashing Jun Yun's attack with incomparable arrogance.

"This kid Mo Xian is too hardworking." Seeing this, Song Ming and the others were shocked, but they immediately had a high opinion of Mo Xian in their hearts.

Mo Xian's fighting style may seem reckless, but in fact, he needs to have an extremely precise perception of energy and skillful use, otherwise he will die.

The attack was forcibly shattered, Jun Yun's body trembled, and then he saw a fist that was getting bigger and bigger in his eyes.

In the blink of an eye, Jun Yun looked to avoid Mo Xian's fist.

But everyone didn't know that Mo Xian's punch was just a feint. His real killer move was a kick that was already ready to go.

"boom!"

Mo Xian's leg mercilessly smashed on Jun Yun's back, and he flew out directly. The sound of the collision made Song Ming and the others feel their scalps tingling.

Not to mention the result, just this kick alone made Mo Xian feel worth it.

At the beginning, Jun Yun was walking in the air in Taichu Academy, and his aloof attitude collapsed instantly under this foot.

When Jun Yun's figure was about to hit the ground, he suddenly stabilized. With his palm on the ground, his figure immediately flew towards Mo Xian.

Without any words, he launched a tyrannical attack again.

Mo Xian was naturally not to be outdone, and went up to meet him again.

"Brother..." At this moment, a Beihuang Hall disciple's face suddenly changed.

Following his gaze, Song Ming soon saw a group of women, and the leader of them was Mo Qianrong.

"It's from Shenyue Valley, so don't worry." Song Ming quickly recognized the other party's identity through the clothes, but Shenyue Valley and Beihuang Temple couldn't fight each other, so there should be no conflict.

Seeing Mo Xian and Jun Yun who were fighting fiercely in the arena, Mo Qianrong was slightly taken aback, as if surprised.

But soon she was relieved that a battle was inevitable between Jun Yun and Mo Xian, she was curious as to who would win in the end.

And with the appearance of Shenyue Valley, the roads leading here gradually became lively, and it seemed that everyone was gathering here.

"What's the situation!" Song Ming's complexion suddenly became ugly. If someone took the opportunity to deal with Beihuang Temple at this time, it would be a little troublesome.

More and more people gathered here, and they all stopped with interest.

In the road of divine refining, it can be said that it is extremely common for two people to have a duel.

But to have so many people wasting precious time stopping at the same time is a bit unusual.

"Brother, I just inquired about it. I don't know who told everyone that there is a long game here. If you come to watch, you can get [-] points for Shenlian, and you also accept gambling, starting with [-] points."

A Beihuang Palace disciple sneaked up to Song Ming's side and said.

"Who is it, what are the odds for such a big handwriting?" Song Ming asked suspiciously.

"Mo Xian pays three for one, isn't that looking down on us!"

"On the surface, Junior Brother Mo Xian's chances of winning are indeed slim." Song Ming shook his head, but looked around with gloomy eyes.

He wanted to see who would dare to use their Northern Wilderness Hall to start a campaign.

"Brother, it is said that it was not organized by someone, but by the Road of Divine Refinement spontaneously." said the Beihuang Temple disciple who went out to inquire about the news just now.

"Oh?" Song Ming was taken aback for a moment. It would be easier for him to accept it. After all, it would be difficult to be convincing if it was an individual's strength. Moreover, with so many people, it would be great to give each person a free gift of [-] points. Not a small amount.

Giving away one hundred points, and then tempting people to spend at least two hundred points to bet, is a good deal.

"One pays three, it's really pitiful!" At this time, an abusive and joking voice came from one side, and then a group of people pushed the crowd away arbitrarily, and walked towards the people of Beihuang Hall.

The person who spoke just now was a man with a very cold face. The lines on his face were like carvings on a knife, giving people a feeling of sharpness.

This person is Ling Fei from Lingtian Pavilion.

His appearance immediately made many people's expressions shudder, and the voices of discussion were kept low one after another.

"Hmph, what can the odds tell you?" Song Ming snorted coldly and said, he and Ling Fei are old acquaintances, and they have fought against each other a few times, winning and losing each other.

"Haha, don't deceive yourself, this gambling game was organized by the Road of God's Refining, what can you say to explain it. Also, are there so many people here, are they all blind? Don't you know who they will buy?" Ling Fei smiled.

"So what, it's just a competition between the two of them. It's up to them to win or lose. You can join in the fun, whatever you want." Song Ming sneered.

"Hehe, of course I will join in the fun. And let me remind you first, I will decide the boy's life." Ling Fei smiled lightly, then stopped talking, and led someone to stand beside the Beihuang Hall.

Song Ming sneered, but didn't say much.

"Mo Xian, Mo Xian, you don't seem to understand the truth that Muxiu will be destroyed by the forest wind. This time, it's your time of death." Zhuo Mo looked at Mo Xian coldly, because Mo Xian took that finger to provoke him. Injured, his face is pale now, his breath is also extremely disordered, and he can't recover in a short time.

As more and more people gathered, the discussion around Mo Xian and Jun Yun became louder and louder.

It's no secret that Mo Xian is number one in the Ten Thousand Domains War, and Jun Yun's reputation is not small on the mainland.

Although Jun Yun tended to be inferior to Mo Xian in the Great War of Ten Thousand Territories, chances in the Great War of Ten Thousand Territories were very high.

What's more, the way Mo Xian got the first place in the end has already been spread, and there is no real action at all.

Now that a month has passed, the form must have changed again.

Jun Yun is already a seven-star martial emperor, and Mo Xian is still a five-star martial emperor, so the result seems to be a certainty.

The divine refinement points are extremely precious here. With such a good opportunity, no one wants to waste the hard-earned divine refinement points.

After observing for a period of time, they began to bet one after another. After all, if the time passed, they could only watch.

Except for a small number of fighters who absolutely believed in Mo Xian, most of them chose Yun Jun. Although the odds were only one-on-one, it was a sure-win deal.

What's more, put all the Shenlian points on Yunjun, waiting to be doubled.

(End of this chapter)