Martial arts become gods

Chapter 3160
"Bang bang..."

The gray-white whirlwind around Mo Xian was constantly roaring, and finally shattered away suddenly, and the black wind blasted towards his body in an instant.

As soon as his complexion changed, he immediately backed away quickly, but was still hit by several black hurricanes, and suddenly his throat became sweet, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Humph!"

Feng Qingxuan sneered, and stuck to Mo Xian like a tarsal maggot, with a spiral wind on each of the ten fingers of both hands, constantly hitting Mo Xian's chest.

In an instant, Mo Xian received dozens of palms, and violent energy poured into his body continuously.

Even with the impact of Wan Yaofeng's body protection, the gap between the two is too obvious after all.

"Boy, I gave you a chance, but it's a pity that you didn't cherish it..." Feng Qingxuan's offensive became more and more fierce, and it was obvious that he had made up his mind to destroy Mo Xian.

Although the current Mo Xian is not enough to affect them, but Mo Xian is still young after all, no one knows what will happen in the future, it is better to solve it as soon as possible.

"Ha ha……"

Mo Xian sneered, and finally found a flaw in Feng Qingxuan's continuous attacks, his palm immediately protruded out like lightning, tightly strangled Feng Qingxuan's wrist, and then flung it out violently.

"boom!"

Feng Qingxuan was directly smashed into the depths of the ground. Although he rushed out in an instant, he looked extremely embarrassed with a disheveled face.

Just as he was about to fight back, his eyelids suddenly trembled violently, but Mo Xian's aura suddenly became strange.

Mo Xian made a weird imprint with his hands, and the aura of the surrounding world immediately gathered towards him, forming a huge vortex above his head.

Then Mo Xian opened his mouth and protruded a mouthful of blood, which merged into the vortex above his head. The vortex instantly turned blood red, and the cold and violent aura suddenly spread.

Mo Xian's eyes flashed red, and he had a bloodthirsty smile on his face.

"Roar!"

Immediately after he roared, the vortex above his head immediately spun rapidly, and a terrible breath descended on the ground suddenly.

The ground immediately collapsed and spread rapidly to the outside, but it was thousands of feet away in an instant, and it continued to spread.

Even the space couldn't bear it and twisted, making everything around it illusory.

"Could it be..." Feng Qingxuan's complexion suddenly changed, his body moved, and he immediately attacked Mo Xian.

However, before his attack touched Mo Xian, he was blown away by a monstrous burst of blood and fell thousands of feet away.

Immediately afterwards, the bloody vortex above Mo Xian's head quickly retracted, and then condensed into a huge bloody phantom behind him.

Xu Ying was somewhat similar to Mo Xian, with blood-colored hair dancing wildly, giving off a dangerous and violent feeling.

Although its eyes are tightly closed, its sharp gaze seems to be everywhere.

"what is that?"

Seeing this bloody phantom, everyone gasped.

They had never felt that powerful and terrifying aura, even Feng Qingxuan's aura was instantly suppressed at this moment.

In this piece of heaven and earth, everything seems to have disappeared, leaving only the huge phantom standing between the sky and the earth.

"It's actually the holy spirit!" Feng Qingxuan's voice trembled a little, as if he felt a trace of fear.

The holy spirit in his mouth is a special secret technique that can only be cultivated by the strong in the holy realm, and its power is very powerful.

The holy realm is already the highest level that warriors can reach today. It is said that if one can cultivate into the nine holy spirits, one will have the opportunity to enter that higher level.

However, the Holy Spirit Dharma has long been lost, and most warriors have never even heard of it, let alone the nine kinds of practice.

"Holy Spirit Dharma, unexpectedly I saw it here!" Feng Qingxuan looked at Mo Xian quietly, with a very complicated look on his face. Of course, the Fengling Clan also has the cultivation method of the Holy Spirit Dharma, but it is basically incomplete for a long time, and he has already tried to practice it. , but ended in failure.

If the rumors were true, he might not be able to break through the holy realm in his life.

Of course, this is also a problem that most holy land powerhouses have.

"So this is the holy spirit!" This is the first time that Mo Xian has used the Asura blood body in a real sense. It is really different from before, but it is a pity that he has only grasped it initially, otherwise he is sure to blow Feng Qingxuan with one punch. Give bombardment.

"It's a pity, if your realm is so much stronger, I would really fall today!" Feng Qingxuan laughed loudly, and the terrifying breath spread again, and countless marks were quickly changed with his hands.

The pitch-black wind suddenly burst out of thin air, and instantly turned into a huge tornado that connected the sky and the earth, twisting like a ferocious black dragon hovering between the sky and the earth.

"Then let's try it!" Mo Xian yelled angrily, trying his best to squeeze the energy in his body. For the first time when he used Shura's blood body, he felt powerless and had to push it with all his strength.

Following the changes in the imprints of his hands, the huge Asura blood body also quickly raised his arms. With just such a slight movement, huge ripples were set off in the space.

Immediately afterwards, a monstrous bloody light flew out of his hand, and a violent and cold aura instantly permeated the earth.

"boom!"

When the blood light came into contact with the black wind, the terrifying shock wave spread crazily, making the entire world pale in an instant.

In front of this berserk power, everything was like paper, and turned into dust in an instant, and countless cracks appeared in the space like broken glass.

After a few breaths, the violent power dissipated, and the space gradually returned to calm.

Mo Xian was panting violently, using the holy spirit to attack was too exhausting, even he couldn't hold it.

Feng Qingxuan's figure also trembled slightly, and his complexion was also ugly, "Hehe, the holy spirit's magic is indeed well-deserved, but how many times can you use this kind of attack?"

"It's enough to solve you!" Mo Xian sneered, and at the same time quickly drew out the energy in the phantom body.

The fight on their side was in full swing, and it was not easy on Shen Jing's side.

Although Taihuang Palace brought a lot of people this time, they lacked high-end combat power, basically being suppressed by the Fengling clan.

As time went by, Taihuang Palace lost more and more fighters, but the Fengling Clan didn't kill them, they just let those fighters lose their fighting power due to time.

The number of people in the Hall of Taihuang continued to decrease, and the battle situation took a turn for the worse. It would only be a matter of time before this continued to fail, unless Mo Xian could win, but this is also unlikely now.

"Elder Sister, if this continues, we will be taken over!" Jia Ren and Jia Yi said while holding the odd-shaped dagger tightly.

"Xiao Wu, go and help Brother Mo Xian!" Shen Jing said.

"But your side!" Xiao Wu hesitated a little, there were many people here, if she hadn't been using her auxiliary martial arts all the time, many people would have lost their fighting power long ago.

(End of this chapter)