Martial arts become gods

Chapter 2208
"boom!"

The two violent energies collided ferociously in the center of the ring, which completely kicked off the third battle.

Because Ling Yun's attack method was completely different from the previous ones, Mo Xian was also very cautious for a while.

But Ling Yun was just the opposite. He thought that the previous two battles had completely exposed Mo Xian to himself.

Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be imperiled in a hundred battles, which seems to be the case now.

Mo Xian and Ling Yun quickly shuttled across the huge arena, bumping into each other violently from time to time.

Relying on understanding Mo Xian's methods, Ling Yun did not give Mo Xian any chance and completely suppressed Mo Xian.

"A one-star Martial Sect peak!" After a short contact, Mo Xian saw Ling Yun's strength, but frowned slightly.

The peak of one-star Wuzong and one-star Wuzong are naturally not the same, but he does not believe that Ling Yun, who appeared as the finale, is nothing more than that.

He can be sure that Ling Yun is hiding his strength.

"Hehe, look at me, I will force out your true strength." Mo Xian sneered in his heart, turned the power of his feet, and suddenly sank tens of meters from the sky, then retreated and rose again in an instant, directly Appeared behind Ling Yun, and pointed at Ling Yun's back at the same time.

It can be said that his move was not simple, and immediately made most of the people in the venue shine.

Sensing the sharp energy coming from behind, Ling Yun reacted extremely quickly, immediately forcibly turned his body around, and at the same time punched Mo Xian.

"Shh..."

Amid the sound of tearing silk, Mo Xian's fingers passed Ling Yun's waist, bringing out a trace of blood.

However, at the same time, he also felt a huge force coming from his chest, and he couldn't help but fly hundreds of meters away.

Although it was just Ling Yun's hasty punch, it still made his whole body churn.

"Hehe, you are really good. I'm starting to look forward to this competition." Sensing the pain in his waist, a faint smile appeared on Ling Yunjunyi's face.

This smile gave Mo Xian an indescribable feeling, as a man, he almost fell into it.

"Damn, I'm a normal man." Mo Xian suddenly felt a chill, and at the same time stepped on the void, eliminating the remaining power in his body.

He originally wanted to force out Ling Yun's true strength just now, but he didn't know that the latter's strength was too powerful, so he actually reacted.

The two of them faced each other quietly in the air, and their eyes met in the air, causing a faint distortion in the entire space.

But the other party was really too strong, as if his eyes were lethal, and Mo Xian only felt a sting in his eyes.

"This person is..." At this time, Yan Bin finally recognized Ling Yun's identity, looked at Ling Zhi and said, "Unexpectedly, you actually sent out all your own disciples."

"Hehe, you have a pretty good memory, and you actually recognized him. That's right, he is my only personal disciple." Ling Zhi said with a faint smile.

Yan Bin did not answer, but his face became much more serious.

"Even the direct disciples are on board!"

And after hearing that Mo Xian's opponent at this time was actually Ling Zhi's personal disciple, the complexions of many people in Beihuang Palace also changed slightly.

Personal disciples are completely different from ordinary disciples. Not only are they talented and have a fixed master to teach them, but they also have access to things and resources that ordinary disciples cannot match.

Therefore, direct disciples are generally a level higher than ordinary disciples.

In comparison, Mo Xian is just getting started and hasn't systematically touched the things of the Northern Wilderness Palace, so he has almost no chance of winning.

"Personal disciple!" Hearing the discussions around him, Mo Xian was slightly taken aback.

However, no matter what kind of disciple it is, he must win it today.

After all, Ling Tiange's goal is not just to win, but to kill him.

After a few seconds of confrontation, as if it was an agreement, Mo Xian and Ling Yun launched an attack at the same time.

"Shhhh..."

One after another yuan force pierced the air, colliding fiercely in the air.

The figures of the two are also constantly changing positions, and they will never stay in the same place for more than one breath.

For a moment, the afterimages of the two were all over the air. If the eyesight is not good, I'm afraid they can't tell the difference at all.

And under this high-frequency attack, the distance between the two also fluctuated, obviously looking for an opportunity to severely injure each other.

In the next ten minutes or so, the two of them maintained this attack frequency.

This kind of battle is really too hot, and everyone is a little overwhelmed to watch.

Those Wang Mang Gaoming and others who came in with Han Ling'er seemed to have fallen into a state of petrification. Not long ago, Mo Xian was almost at the same level as them.

However, in just over a month, they were horrified to find that Mo Xian had already left them far behind.

Gao Ming and others who came in together with Mo Xian were even more impressed. From the Wanyu War all the way to here, they can be said to have witnessed how Mo Xian went from obscurity to suddenly blooming brilliance, until now he has a presence with the lofty Lingtian Pavilion The agreement of the three wars.

For a moment, they felt powerless for a while, and it might be impossible for Xiang to catch up with Mo Xian in this life.

"Boom..."

The berserk Yuanli kept hitting the rain cover, and it was flickering when it was smashed, making people worry that it would suddenly shatter in the next second.

The high-intensity battle quickly went on for about half an hour. Although Mo Xian felt the blood in his body surging every time he touched him, it was not so easy for Ling Yun to win against him.

He has tried to force out Ling Yun's true strength more than once, but the latter has never been exposed, as if his strength is only the peak of the one-star Wuzong.

Ling Yun was also very calm, and didn't feel any anxiety because he couldn't attack for a long time due to his strength.

In fact, he has already regarded Mo Xian as an opponent of the same level, and he thinks this situation is normal.

Suddenly, the two figures froze suddenly, and then punched at the same time.

"Boom!"

The fists collided, and the figures of the two flew out almost at the same time, and then fell to the ground.

"boom!"

After Mo Xian landed, he blasted cracks out of the specially made hard arena.

He propped up the ground with one hand, and his figure rushed out again.

At the same time, thunder light appeared on his right arm, and a deafening dragon chant sounded.

"Roar!"

Four thunder dragons hovered above Mo Xian's arms, exuding terrifying power fluctuations.

During the period of Mo Xian's retreat, not only the realm was improved, but the silver thunder body of the sky was also greatly improved.

Now that the four dragons Leibi are not tight, they can be easily used, and even their strength has increased.

"Wow, is this a Yuan martial skill? It's so powerful."

As soon as the four dragon thunder arms came out, there was an uproar all around.

(End of this chapter)