Martial arts become gods

Chapter 2204 One Star Wu Zong Zhang Lei

"Since your disciples of Beihuang Temple are so confident, let's continue. Zhang Lei, you go!" Ling Zhi said lightly.

"Yes!" Zhang Lei responded, then moved his body and rushed directly towards the ring.

"boom!"

Zhang Lei's figure slammed heavily on the ring, and there was a roar, and a circle of shock waves visible to the naked eye spread.

However, Mo Xian was unmoved in the slightest.

As if he had expected half of it, the shock wave just stopped at his feet.

Zhang Lei was obviously provocative, but it had no effect.

"Mo Xian, right? I should have known you yesterday, but unfortunately you don't even have the guts to come out, so you can only hide behind and watch your classmate get hurt by me."

Seeing that his little trick didn't work, Zhang Lei said coldly.

"So, Gao Ming was injured by you?" Mo Xian nodded seriously, with a palpitating coldness in the depths of his deep eyes.

Gao Ming's injury is not ordinary. It looks harmless on the surface, but it is actually very weak. It will greatly affect his cultivation for a long period of time.

And if it is not handled well, it may leave the root of the disease.

It is absolutely impossible for this to happen in normal sparring, and Zhang Lei clearly did it on purpose.

At this time, Gao Ming was also behind Han Ling'er, and Zhang Lei was full of anger.

He only found out after the fact that Zhang Lei's blow was not simple, it could also be said to be quite mysterious, with a hidden force hidden in it, quietly destroying his body into a mess.

"I don't know which green onion Gao Ming is, but I just remember that I seem to have taught a good-for-nothing yesterday." Zhang Lei chuckled lightly and said jokingly.

Hearing this, Gao Ming couldn't help but creaked his fists, but his complexion became paler and paler.

Mo Xian glanced back at Gao Ming, met his gaze, nodded slightly, and said in a low voice, "You should keep the word trash for yourself."

Before he could finish speaking, his figure appeared violently.

The liquid-like thunder spread all over his body, giving people an invincible feeling.

Suddenly, Mo Xian punched out, and the faint sound of dragon chant resounded.

Zhang Lei, who hadn't moved all this time, stretched out his palm and blocked Mo Xian's fist.

But it was such an understatement, but it directly intercepted Mo Xian's extremely violent punch.

Mo Xian's figure also stopped because of this, but Zhang Lei's mocking face came in and out.

"One-star Martial Ancestor, no wonder he is so calm." Mo Xian's expression froze slightly. Like other realms, within the realm of Martial Ancestors, there are strengths and weaknesses.

If Song Yi's strength is infinitely close to one-star Wuzong, then Zhang Lei is the real one-star Wuzong.

The gap between the two is not 01:30. I am afraid that even a few masters like Song Yi are not as good as Zhang Lei alone.

And Mo Xian could clearly feel that Zhang Lei's strength was not comparable to that of Ling Fei's.

This is only the second person, and for convenience, he has already become a master of Wu Zong. It is conceivable that the third person is undoubtedly even more powerful.

Therefore, he must not expose all his cards easily.

Of course, there is also a premise for this, that is, Beihuang Temple will not be so stupid as to let Lingtian Pavilion send out an existence that has surpassed the younger generation.

Ling Tiange is clearly aware of this point, since it is an agreement for three wars, if someone of the younger generation is absolutely impossible to defeat, even if he wins, he will be reduced to a laughing stock.

Therefore, both parties are actually tacit.

Ling Tiange was also cautious. Knowing that he was only a seven-star Martial Emperor more than a month ago, Song Yi, who had already sent out half-step Martial Sect, obviously didn't want to give him a way out.

But they never imagined that his strength had improved by leaps and bounds in just over a month.

While thinking like this, Mo Xian had already broken free from Zhang Lei's shackles, and his figure turned into a strange arc and appeared tens of feet away.

Yuanli burning black flames shot out from his body, and instantly condensed into nine stars like black holes.

This unique power immediately made everyone present frowned slightly, because Mo Xian had just arrived, so his ability was still unfamiliar to Beihuang Temple.

It is not difficult for everyone to see that Mo Xian's Yuanli is very special, it seems that it is not pure, it is a fusion of some other things.

However, the energy after this fusion is very complicated, and they can't see clearly what it is.

But what is certain is that this kind of energy is undoubtedly very strong, so that he has few opponents at the same level, and it becomes possible to fight across the boundary like Song Yi before.

But Zhang Lei is different from Song Yi. It is difficult for Mo Xian, who is in the Nine Star Martial Emperor Realm, to make up for the gap with his special strength.

"Hehe, do you have any reservations? It turns out that this is what you rely on." Zhang Lei laughed loudly, and with the touch of his palm, the surrounding area was surrounded by strong winds, forming a storm of sword blades in an instant, like a wall across the middle of the ring .

At this time, Mo Xian just hit the Nine Star Town Demon Fist.

Now that he used this punch again, the power is undoubtedly even greater, and he has brought that nameless punch to the extreme, the power should not be underestimated.

The violent fist is like a big mountain, crushing down crazily.

This level is enough for Mo Xian to rank among the many disciples of the Northern Wilderness Hall.

However, when that terrifying punch hit the blade storm, it couldn't be shaken at all.

"Boom..."

The violent shock wave spread continuously, shaking the entire arena and the surrounding protective shield trembling, as if it was about to shatter.

Mo Xian frowned slightly, and kept punching, and the energy in his body slanted out as if he didn't want money. The huge ring seemed to have been completely enveloped by the Jiuxing Town Demon Fist.

This style of play is quite entertaining, making many people reluctant to blink their eyes.

"Master, do you think Mo Xian can win?" a person beside Yan Bin asked cautiously.

"Perhaps!" Yan Bin said lightly, under such circumstances, he could not be sure.

But he knew that it would undoubtedly be very difficult for Mo Xian to win.

"Mo Xian, you must fight for your breath." Han Ling'er clenched her fists tightly, her pretty face turned pale, obviously very worried.

Not only her, but other people in Beihuang Temple also looked dignified.

Outside the ice palace where Mo Xian had practiced before, Yin Qiantong stood quietly, looking in Mo Xian's direction.

For some reason, she didn't go to the scene, but chose to support Mo Xian silently here.

Although they are far apart, she can still feel the extremely strong and familiar energy fluctuations, and there is a faint worry in the depths of her beautiful eyes.

She knew exactly what Mo Xian had to face, and it was almost impossible to win.

But as before, she unconditionally chose to support Mo Xian.

And when she was looking in the direction of the ring, the mysterious person in Lingtian Pavilion obviously noticed something, and also looked in Yin Qiantong's direction.

The eyes of the two seemed to pass through the space, and they met together, but they separated soon.

(End of this chapter)