Martial arts become gods

Chapter 2203 Warm Up
Two powerful forces collided on the huge arena, triggering an extremely violent shock wave.

"boom!"

Suddenly there was an explosion, and Mo Xian and Song Yi rushed out at the same time, both at extremely fast speeds.

The short distance of a hundred meters disappeared in an instant, and the two men collided fiercely, and immediately launched a crazy attack.

"Bang bang..."

The collisions and explosions again and again made the specially made arena tremble continuously.

"None of your senior brothers are my opponents. You are just a mere Nine Star Martial Emperor, and you are trying to defeat me in vain. It's ridiculous." During the attack, Song Yi said quite disdainfully.

"No one told you, are you very long-winded!" Mo Xian's face turned cold, and he suddenly turned his fist into a finger, and pointed out fiercely.

"Shh!"

The space seemed to be torn apart, and there was a ripple, and the sharp breath made Song's face change drastically, and his palms immediately turned into fists.

In his opinion, no matter how hard Mo Xian's fingers were, they couldn't be as hard as his fist.

In fact, although Mo Xian didn't have much momentum this time, he was a real Yuanwu Skill Thousand Fingers.

This martial skill may not have a huge momentum and a huge attack range, but it condenses its power in one point.

If it is used properly, a powerful warrior can be destroyed in an instant.

Sure enough, the moment Mo Xian's finger touched him, Song Yi suddenly felt a sharp pain, and at the same time, a force condensed to the extreme was like a drill, easily tearing open the defense on his fist.

"what!"

Song Yi screamed, and immediately backed away. His reaction was extremely fast, but there was obviously a finger hole on his fist, and blood kept flowing out.

"Good job!" Han Ling'er and the others cheered immediately, feeling elated in their hearts.

"Trash!" Ling Zhi couldn't help cursing in his heart. Although Mo Xian's cultivation speed surprised him, he was still at the Nine-Star Martial Emperor Realm, and he was completely different from the half-step Wuzong.

"Don't be impatient, this is only the first match, I believe the next match will be even more exciting." Yan Bin said with a faint smile.

"That's natural. Although Song Yi has a good talent, he is nothing in our Lingtian Pavilion." Ling Zhi sneered, Song Yi was the first to appear on the stage, originally to test Mo Xian's strength.

It would be best if he could solve Mo Xian, but if he couldn't, he could test Mo Xian's strength.

Song glanced at the bloody fist, and his face immediately became much more gloomy.

Originally, he thought he could easily deal with Mo Xian, but he didn't expect that he would suffer a small loss from the very beginning.

Thinking of his embarrassing situation, he must not lose to Mo Xian.

"drink!"

Immediately he let out an angry roar, and the almost iconic blue sword gang of Lingtian Pavilion immediately swept out of his body, rising into the sky like a tornado.

Immediately afterwards, he pointed at Mo Xian in the air, and the continuous blue sword gang roared and swept towards Mo Xian, making an extremely ear-piercing sonic boom.

This blow contained almost all of his strength, not to mention the Nine Star Martial Emperor, I am afraid that even a master of the same level would have to weigh it.

However, Mo Xian was quite calm, he took a step forward, and then punched out with a very crisp punch.

Under his punch, there seemed to be the sound of dragon chant resounding, and there was also a thunder arc flowing on his arm, like a thunder arm.

"Squeak..."

Amidst the ear-piercing sonic boom, the fist and Jian Gang came into contact with it, and immediately rubbed violently.

Immediately afterwards, those sword gangs shattered away one after another, and there was no room for maneuver at all.

Song Yi also received a huge impact because of this, and his body retreated and retreated thousands of feet.

Mo Xian bullied himself, and the power contained in his fist did not decrease at all.

Song Yi quickly circulated his energy, condensed countless blue lotus flowers, and stopped in front of Mo Xian.

His means are similar to Ling Fei's, which invisibly makes his strength greatly reduced.

Mo Xian punched the lotus flower one by one, but the speed did not weaken at all.

Song Yi finally panicked completely. He thought that even if he lost, this shouldn't be the case.

In fact, it was Mo Xian who deliberately kept his hand for the next two rounds, otherwise it would be no problem to kill Song Yi in seconds.

Mo Xian also felt that it was normal for him to do so. With his cultivated skills and many martial arts skills, if he could not make up the gap with Song Yi, it could only show that he was too weak.

"It seems that the first one to go on the stage is really to die." After arriving in front of Song Yi, Mo Xian punched out again.

The violent power will create huge ripples in the space, enveloping Song Yi like an overwhelming mountain.

Before touching, Song Yi's whole body's clothes were shaken to tatters, and then the ferocious force smashed on his chest very quickly.

"boom!"

Amid the dull collision sound, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his figure flew out like a kite with a broken string, and landed directly outside the ring.

"Accepted!" Mo Xian clasped his fists, and a faint voice sounded at this time.

"Wow..."

There was an uproar all around, and thunderous applause resounded at the same time, and many people in Beihuang Hall even stood up.

The Northern Wilderness Palace was completely boiling. At first, no one thought that Mo Xian would bring them such a surprise. Even Yan Bin had a smile on his face.

Ling Zhi's face turned green. It's not that he didn't expect to lose in the first game, but he didn't expect to lose so badly, it was almost the same as being killed by a spike.

Zhang Lei and the others were not as arrogant as before, and all of them looked gloomy.

"Haha... Mo Xian is amazing!" Han Ling'er waved her fist, and immediately ordered someone to pass on the results of the first match.

Outside the venue, everyone could feel the surge of energy, but they couldn't see the situation clearly, and they were sweating profusely.

"In the first round, Junior Brother Mo Xian won a complete victory!" Wang Mang rushed out and shouted at the crowd.

"Yeah... Junior brother Mo Xian is doing well."

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help cheering, their voices soaring into the sky.

Hearing the cheers outside, the complexion of everyone in Lingtian Pavilion became even more ugly. They are an away game, and after losing now, they have lost all momentum.

Mo Xian shook his head with a wry smile. It was just a victory. Is it necessary to be so exaggerated?

"The result is already obvious, Mo Xian, do you need to take a break?" At this moment, Yan Bin stood up and said calmly.

After all, it was a battle of wheels, and he didn't want Mo Xian's strength to be affected by the excessive consumption of energy in the end.

"Hehe, at this level, you don't need to rest, just treat it as a warm-up." Mo Xian said lightly.

"" Warm up! ""

Hearing this, many people in Beihuang Hall couldn't help laughing out loud, Mo Xian didn't seem to be saving fuel, etc., what he said could really piss people off.

Sure enough, when Song Yi, who had just returned to Lingtian Pavilion, heard Mo Xian's words about warming up, he couldn't help but spurted another mouthful of blood.

"Go back and sit down, don't be ashamed of yourself." Ling Zhi shouted in a low voice, and Song Yi immediately returned to his seat in despair like a defeated rooster, not daring to look at anyone at all.

"Hmph, let's see how long you can laugh." Zhang Lei clenched his fists and stared at Mo Xian murderously.

Next, it's his turn to play.

Although Song Yi couldn't entangle with Mo Xian for long, he had already confirmed Mo Xian's strength, and he could never be his opponent.

(End of this chapter)