Martial arts become gods

Chapter 284 Thank you for your praise
Hearing Mo Xian's words, everyone including Yan Zhilie was shocked.

What does it mean? The six-star martial artist is probably considered a top existence here, and there is no one present who is his opponent.

"What did you say?"

Hearing Mo Xian's words, Yan Zhijie's complexion immediately darkened, "Don't you find it ridiculous that you, a four-star martial artist, dare to say such things to me?"

"Oh, I almost forgot about me. You are ten years older than me. Although I am only a four-star martial artist now, what do you think will happen if I reach your age?" Mo Xian smiled lightly, road.

Hearing this, Yan Zhijie's mouth twitched unnaturally.

Although Mo Xian didn't say it clearly, he could hear the contempt in it, which clearly meant that his talent was not good, and he just practiced for a few years.

"Hehe, sharp teeth and sharp mouth." Yan Zhijie sneered, and said, "It's a pity that there is no what-if in the world. Do you believe me when I say you won't live to my age?"

While speaking, Yan Zhilie's eyes flickered with murderous intent, and the breath in his body spread like nothing, enveloping Mo Xian like a big net.

Feeling the huge pressure, Mo Xian's mouth showed a mocking arc, and he took a light step forward, and there was a faint roar in the air.

Then, the pressure Yan Zhijie released was swept away in an instant.

"Interesting!" Yan Zhijie was stunned for a moment, and then a look of interest appeared on his face. He winked at the side quietly, and suddenly three people came out in a file.

The aura of these three people is very powerful, and they already have the strength of a five-star great martial artist.

"Since you want to support that trash, then I'll let you know what self-knowledge is. I don't even need to do it myself, and I can crush you trash to death!" Yan Zhilie looked at Mo Xian provocatively, road.

"Yan Zhilie, this is a matter between you and me, why involve my friend!" Seeing the three people who walked out, Yan Zhilie's pupils shrank involuntarily.

These three people are not weak, they are the strongest people around Yan Zhijie.

"Haha, I don't allow you to have friends by your side, a bastard like you must have the consciousness to be a bastard!" Yan Zhijie laughed wildly.

Before he finished speaking, the three five-star great martial artists rushed towards Mo Xian with grinning grinning.

"Take him to the back!" Mo Xian's face turned cold, and his figure disappeared instantly.

In the faint sound of wind and thunder, his figure turned into an afterimage, appeared in the circle surrounded by the three, and then bombarded out with three punches alternately.

"Bang bang bang!"

Amidst three muffled crashing sounds, three figures flew in a file and hit the ground heavily.

"This……"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and they didn't seem to react, and then there was a sound of gasping all around.

These are three five-star great martial artists, and they were defeated by Mo Xian so easily. Are they still human?

Yan Zhilie and the others stared at Mo Xian in astonishment. They knew that Mo Xian was not weak, but they never thought that he, who was only a four-star martial artist, would be able to unleash such a powerful force.

The people on Yan Zhijie's side were also taken aback. The three of them just now were the strongest before Yan Zhijie, let alone three, even one was enough to overwhelm Yan Zhilie sweep.

However, it was such a four-star great martial artist who swept the three of them away.

For a moment, their faces were filled with horror, as if they saw a ghost.

"Oh? The speed is so fast?" Yan Zhijie was also startled, and glanced vaguely at Mo Xian's feet. He could see that Mo Xian had just displayed a very mysterious martial skill.

And it was by relying on this martial skill that Mo Xian could break out with a thunderous force and defeat his subordinates.

"Second young master!"

After those three people got up from the ground, they immediately returned to Yan Zhijie's side with grief and indignation on their faces, looking eager to try.

Obviously, Mo Xian's thunderous means just now did not convince them.

"Hey!" Yan Zhijie waved his hand, signaling the three to back down, and then said: "It seems that my useless younger brother seems to have made a good friend!"

"Thank you for the compliment!" Mo Xian said with a light smile.

"Hmph, if this is the reliance on forcing your way out, then I'm afraid...you're going to be disappointed!" Yan Zhijie said, his tone suddenly turned cold, and immediately his body burst out.

On his feet, there was a burst of flames, and the speed was extremely strange. Wherever he passed, he left burnt black footprints on the ground, which was obviously some kind of physical martial art.

Above his ten fingers, a foot-long flame flickered like a sharp blade, cutting through the air and making whistling sounds.

The surrounding temperature increased a lot in an instant, and the several huge trees were evaporated to dryness almost instantly, turning into ashes.

"Be careful!" Yan Zhilie is very aware of Yan Zhijie's power, once Mo Xian is entangled by him, the consequences may be unimaginable.

Feeling the scorching breath coming from the pavement, Mo Xian's face also became serious.

He took a deep breath, his eyes became sharp in an instant, and the energy in his body boiled at this moment.

In the next instant, his figure burst out.

The figures of the two collided with each other almost instantly, and at the moment they intersected, the two attacked at the same time with dozens of moves.

The fierce energy flew around, and there were bursts of violent noise between the violent friction of Yuanli, and the surrounding ground was beaten into a mess almost in an instant.

Then, the figures of the two staggered apart, each standing with their backs facing each other at a place tens of meters away from each other.

Only then did a bloodstain appear on Mo Xian's face, leaving behind a bright red blood.

There were also many bloodstains on his body.

These tiny scars showed signs of being burned, and there was a stream of tiny scorching energy constantly penetrating into it, destroying Mo Xian's meridian flesh and blood.

His body trembled slightly, and the energy swept across his body, instantly sweeping away the foreign energy that had invaded his body.

"Haha, boy, do you feel the heat?" Yan Zhijie turned around, licked his lips with his scarlet tongue, with a sickly excitement on his face, as if he was enjoying some gluttonous feast.

"Heh..." Mo Xian sneered, wiped the blood on his face, and the majestic vitality instantly evaporated.

With the change of his handprint, Yuanli instantly condensed into a jet-black imprint tens of meters in size in front of him, with mysterious runes flashing on it, exuding an extremely violent and ferocious aura.

Today's evil spirit death mark has been cultivated to the extreme by him, but it can easily destroy a five-star martial artist, and even a six-star great martial artist may have to avoid its edge.

(End of this chapter)