Martial arts become gods

Chapter 343
In order to ensure safety, Mo Xian and Qin Jian kept moving, and at the same time, in order to ensure the uninterrupted vitality, they also needed to compete for the few antidote, so conflicts naturally broke out along the way.

The sun rises gradually, and then gradually sets again.

The three days were about to pass, but Mo Xian became more nervous, as if something was about to happen.

Sure enough, not long after, a group of people appeared in front of them. Among them was a person with a sickly pale complexion. He was the same person in the same prison as Mo Xian, who had repeatedly prevented Ying Lie from attacking.

"Hehe, it's not bad. The first time I released the wind, I survived with the strength of two people, so I dare to be so arrogant." The pale man glanced at Mo Xian and Qin Jian lightly, and continued: "But you committed a crime. A mistake should not break the rules as soon as it comes, it is doomed that you will not survive today."

"I've said it a long time ago, we don't care what rules you have, but you'd better not impose these so-called rules on us." Mo Xian said without the slightest fear.

Although there are many people here, some of them have never taken the antidote, and it is not that they have no chance.

While talking, Mo Xian was also looking at these people, most of them were not in the same prison as him.

In other words, the people here may have reached some consensus long ago.

Besides, Yinglie was not among them, but Mo Xian knew that the former must be hidden somewhere.

After all, Yinglie's identity is like a killer, and he will never expose himself to the sight of his target.

"Hehe, it seems that you still haven't come to your senses. If that's the case, then...die!" The pale man's tone gradually became severe, and a terrifying killing intent emanated from his whole body.

"Hey, we are both degenerates in the world, why bother to make things difficult for each other!" Qin Jian sighed, took a step with one foot suddenly, and drew the longbow in his hand at the same time.

"Exploding Arrows!"

A feathered arrow spun out, and the huge energy on it was constantly spinning and being compressed at the same time. Even the surrounding air was kept spinning rapidly, like a tornado.

For a time, within a hundred meters around, flying sand and rocks covered the sky and the sun.

Then, the feather arrow burst open suddenly, and the terrifying energy on it burst out like a volcanic eruption.

"Boom..."

Almost in the blink of an eye, many warriors flew out backwards vomiting blood.

"Ice Concussion Arrow!"

Qin Jian yelled again, and a feathered arrow exuding cold air suddenly shot out, the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped, and even snowflakes fell.

In an instant, many warriors were frozen by the ice, like ice sculptures, shining brightly under the scorching sun.

"I rely on!"

Mo Xian was a little dumbfounded, this Qin Jian was simply a meat grinder in a large-scale battle.

"interesting!"

Seeing this, the pale man nodded towards his side, his figure suddenly surged out, and at the same time he waved a palm.

The terrifying Yuanli condensed in front of him in an instant, and then turned into a palm of Yuanli, enveloping the two of Mo Xian.

"Are the seven-star martial arts masters at their peak!" Mo Xian's expression froze, his feet suddenly stepped on the ground, and he went to greet him.

The punches of the two collided into one place in the air, and their figures retreated almost at the same time.

Qin Jian also saw the opportunity, and was about to draw the bow, but the air around him suddenly twisted, and immediately a cold light cut down, naturally it was Yinglie hiding in the dark.

His complexion darkened, and he blocked the bow when he returned it, but the other party seemed to have expected it, and the cold light suddenly turned in a direction, directly drawing on the bowstring.

"Buzz!"

The tough bow and arrow suddenly trembled violently, and then broke unbearably.

After drawing Qin Jian's bowstring, Yinglie smiled deeply, but didn't care about fighting, and disappeared directly into a shadow.

"damn it!"

Qin Jian couldn't help cursing, that guy Yinglie is really too insidious.

"Haha, without the bow, I'll see how you can play." Yinglie's arrogant voice came from the dark place again.

Hearing this, Qin Jian smiled lightly, as if he hadn't already done so.

At the same time, Mo Xian was already entangled by the pale man and several masters.

These people have been tempered in this environment for a long time, and they are all extremely ruthless, and their attacks are also very strange.

Mo Xian fell into a hard fight for a while.

And Qin Jian, who lost his bow and arrow, seemed unable to help him for a while.

At a certain moment, the shadow beside him twisted suddenly, and immediately a cold light pierced his lower abdomen as if passing through space.

At this moment, Mo Xian couldn't get out and swing at all, so he could only forcibly turn his body around.

"Pfft!" The dagger stabbed directly at his waist, and blood spurted out immediately.

"Tsk tsk, this feeling is not good!" Yinglie said sharply, licking the donated blood sprayed on his face.

"Damn it!" Mo Xian's face turned cold, and he was about to make a move, but Yinglie fled away in an instant.

"Boy, remember to be low-key in your next life!" The pale man chuckled, and the palm of his hand suddenly became transparent, almost all the blood vessels and bones on it were clearly visible.

"Vajra Spirit Devourer!"

A gigantic beast that was as solid as gold and jade roared out immediately, and the ground cracked open one after another wherever it passed, and even those people who were far apart but whose energy was suppressed were all shattered into pieces. .

"The Flame Emperor's Sutra, the Flame Emperor's Cracking Hand!" Faced with the overwhelming pressure, Mo Xian did not dare to underestimate it. Seeing the sea of ​​flames rolling around him, one of the big flaming hands swept out immediately. .

"Crack!"

Two equally terrifying big hands collided with each other in the air, and shock waves swept away, sending many people flying backwards.

This was just an attack by one person. Beside the pale man, there were three other people. They punched, pointed, and palmed directly at Mo Xian.

Under these four attacks, Mo Xian's figure seemed to become wobbly.

Mo Xian's face was slightly condensed, and a faint light emanated from the ghostly lotus platform on his chest, enveloping him. At the same time, wisps of tiny flames emerged, swirling around him like fireflies.

In the next second, his whole body was covered by various attacks.

Terrible power continuously eroded the defense of the Netherworld Lotus Platform, and the defense was disintegrated almost instantly, and then those tiny flames began to burn the remaining energy.

"Bang!" Mo Xian's figure flew backwards fiercely, knocking down countless trees along the way before stopping.

"Die!"

Yinglie quietly appeared behind Mo Xian, and the dagger was wiped towards Mo Xian's neck as fast as lightning.

At the same time, he found that there was a mocking smile on Mo Xian's face, as if he had expected it a long time ago.

His heart skipped a beat, but before he could react, a fist hit his stomach hard.

(End of this chapter)