Martial arts become gods

Chapter 3205 Maybe
"boom!"

Mo Xian was raging wildly in the Wind Spirit Clan. Amidst the terrifying explosion, the Wind Spirit Clan that was originally like a fairyland was gradually collapsing.

Gradually, he noticed some abnormalities. What he saw now seemed to be just illusions.

Thinking of this, he yelled violently, and suddenly shot into the air.

The terrifying gun light shot straight into the sky, tearing apart the clouds in the sky instantly, and at the same time tearing apart, there was also a layer of very mysterious existence in the space.

Immediately afterwards, the surroundings suddenly began to twist, and then began to melt like ice and snow, revealing the real Wind Spirit Race.

The corner of Mo Xian's mouth raised slightly, and he shot backhand, directly blasting several warriors out of the darkness, turning them into ashes in an instant.

"Mo Xian, don't bully people too much!"

With a roar, countless figures suddenly rushed out of the darkness, and the tyrannical attack instantly surrounded Mo Xian.

But when these attacks approached Mo Xian, as if they were stuck in a quagmire, the speed suddenly decreased, it was in slow motion at all.

"I heard that your Wind Spirit Race is good at controlling the wind?" Mo Xian raised his mouth slightly, and with a wave of his sleeve, gray-white whirlwinds shot away.

Although the wind blade looks ordinary, the power contained in it seems to be able to weather everything in the world.

Those attacks disintegrated in an instant, and the wind blade swept away, blowing past everyone gently.

The figures of these people froze in an instant, countless cracks appeared on their bodies, and then dust began to fall, as if a statue had been weathered for countless years, and finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Myriad Monster Wind!"

The complexions of the countless Fengling clansmen who appeared suddenly changed slightly, they knew the power of Wan Yaofeng better than others.

Ordinary weathering takes a long time, but Wan Yaofeng can shorten this time to the extreme. I am afraid that there are not many things in the world that can resist this terrible power.

"To deal with you Wind Spirit Clan, of course you have to use the wind that you are most familiar with!" Mo Xian said calmly, when suddenly the wind blew up around him.

Everything in the Wind Spirit Clan began to rot in an instant, as if thousands of years had passed in the blink of an eye.

The previous ones were all phantoms, but now the rotten ones are the real Wind Spirit Clan.

Not only the environment, but the people of the Wind Spirit Clan were shocked to find that their weapons, rings, and various spirit treasures, etc., had also begun to decay rapidly under the breeze.

Mo Xian's use of Wan Yaofeng has reached a very terrifying level.

At the same time, black flames also began to sweep across the Wind Spirit Clan. Although it was still very small for the time being, it gave people a feeling that it would never be extinguished.

"I'll fight with you!" Countless people of the Wind Spirit Tribe roared angrily, but before they got close, the weapons in their hands were broken directly, let alone attacking.

At this time, an old man with full head of blue hair suddenly swept out from the depths of the Wind Spirit Clan. His whole body seemed to be shrouded in a strange aura, giving people a feeling of uncertainty.

This person is the patriarch of the Wind Spirit Clan, Feng Xuanzi, one of the top ten absolute powerhouses on the mainland.

At their level of strength, it is already very difficult to tell the winner, and it doesn't matter what the ranking is, the tenth is the first, and the first is the tenth.

"Mo Xian, stop, it won't do you any good. We may have been wrong at the beginning, but now is not the time to worry about personal feelings. The Altar of Destiny is about to be breached, so you should focus on that!" Feng Xuanzi said lightly. At the same time, an indistinct breath spread out, instantly forcing back the surrounding Wan Yaofeng.

"Hehe, that's not what you said when you attacked the Taihuang Palace. I still remember it vividly!" Mo Xian said indifferently, Feng Xuanzi is indeed powerful, not the master of Shenfeng and Lingtian Pavilion The Lord can compare.

"I've already said, maybe we were wrong at the beginning!" Feng Xuanzi frowned slightly, the Shenfengyuan and Lingtian Pavilion had been destroyed, he really didn't want to fight with Mo Xian anymore.

Even if Mo Xian was solved, they would have to pay a huge price, but now they couldn't afford the price.

"Perhaps?" Mo Xian laughed wildly, wanting him to give up if he said maybe he was wrong, how could it be possible.

"Mo Xian, back then I wanted to marry you Taihuang Palace, but you had to take the blame yourself!" Feng Qingxuan took a step forward and said in a low voice.

"Marriage, haha, forced marriage!" Mo Xian laughed even louder.

"My approach may be a bit radical, but it is definitely very sincere. You don't appreciate it, but you still want to rob people, and let our Fengling tribe lose face." Feng Qingxuan said.

"Mo Xian, my marriage with your apprentice is definitely a great thing. If you hadn't insisted on going your own way, what happened later would not have happened!" A young man stared at Mo Xian, and said.

"This is the grandson? Why are you so unruly?" Mo Xian glanced at the other party, not as ugly as they thought at the beginning.

"What do you want to do, you'd better not mess around." Feng Qingxuan noticed the murderous intent in Mo Xian's eyes, and immediately said nervously.

"It's nothing, I'm just helping you teach him a lesson!" Mo Xian shrugged, pointing his fingers in the air.

"How dare you!" Feng Xuanzi's face darkened, and he wanted to stop it, but it was already too late.

"Ah!" Feng Qingxuan's grandson screamed, his body began to weather rapidly, "Grandpa, save me!"

However, Feng Qingxuan watched his grandson die slowly and tragically, but there was nothing he could do.

Soon, his grandson was reduced to a pile of fly ash.

"I want your life!" Feng Qingxuan was completely furious, and was about to attack Mo Xian as soon as he moved.

"No!" Feng Xuanzi's pupils shrank, the current Feng Qingxuan might not be Mo Xian's opponent at all.

He wanted to save Feng Qingxuan's life, but it was still too late. Mo Xian killing people in front of him was as simple as eating and drinking.

Seeing Mo Xian grasping the palm, Feng Qingxuan's body was eroded by a wind of ten thousand monsters, and he was slowly dying.

"Mo Xian, you are so ruthless!" Feng Qingxuan roared miserably, he could sense the decay of his body, he could sense the imminence of death, but he had no solution at all.

"I'm ruthless? You want to kill for your grandson, and I want to kill for my apprentice, isn't it fair!" Mo Xian said flatly.

"Alas!" Feng Xuanzi sighed, and with a swipe of his palm, Feng Qingxuan was killed directly.

He couldn't save Feng Qingxuan, he could only free him.

"I only have one question. Did you really destroy the Kamikaze Academy and Lingtian Pavilion?" Feng Xuanzi looked at Mo Xian, as if there was a strong wind sweeping deep in his light eyes.

"Yes!" Mo Xian said, with a wave of his sleeve robe, countless remnants of souls appeared in the sky. They howled terribly, and immediately plunged the entire Fengling tribe into haze and terror.

Seeing those remnant souls biting each other, everyone in the Fengling tribe felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, and the defense line in their hearts was somewhat lost.

What Mo Xian wanted was this kind of effect, he wanted to let these people who were once high above know what fear is.

(End of this chapter)