Martial arts become gods

Chapter 650 Choosing a Faction
Countless shocked, joking, or regretful eyes focused on the young man who looked young and pale, as if he had just recovered from a serious injury.

Mo Xian didn't care about these gazes, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.

A gust of wind blew through his hair and clothes, making him look extremely energetic.

"Hmph, you are worthy of killing me!" Old Xiong snorted coldly, the surprise on his face was fleeting. He didn't understand why the boy on the other side would have such an attack when he was fully prepared. Fascinated with self-confidence.

At the same time, he was also angry with a bad illusion. Although there was only one person standing opposite him, he felt as if there were thousands of troops.

This delusion made him very uncomfortable. He should have the upper hand at this time, and he shouldn't have such an illusion.

He waved his hand lightly, as if he wanted to shake off this illusion.

"call out!"

There was a series of breaking wind sounds all around, and countless warriors shot out from all directions and from the city of Mo.

Their strength varies, and among them there are many masters around the seven-star martial arts.

Aside from strength, just that majestic aura is enough to change the expressions of everyone around him.

But Mo Xian didn't seem to see it, and there was still that inexplicable smile on his face.

There are so many people, how many puppet legions can there be?
"Mo Xian, do you see that there are so many of us, even one mouthful of saliva can drown you." Xiong Lao glanced around, and said in a deep voice, the illusion in his heart disappeared.

"Do you think these guys can deal with me?" Mo Xian asked calmly.

"Hmph, let me see how long you can keep your mouth shut!" Xiong Lao said, his face turned cold, and he sternly shouted: "Do it, kill this ignorant guy for me."

Before he finished speaking, many warriors rushed out, but there were still many warriors who did not move. It was specially arranged by Mr. Xiong to deter Mo Xian and prevent him from using that kind of method that would hurt both sides.

"City Master, hurry up, Miss Helena is still being chased by them, and her life and death are unknown at this time." At this time, a warrior from Mocheng arrived.

Hearing this, Mo Xian's face immediately sank three points, no wonder he didn't notice Helena just now.

But this is also a good thing, which shows that Helena has not been tortured.

But at the same time, it was also dangerous. Mo Xian didn't know what was going on with Helena, so he had to act as soon as possible.

"Get out!" Looking at the warriors rushing towards him, Mo Xian roared, and at the same time punched out, majestic and leaning away, a fist shadow hundreds of meters in size gathered in the city, covering the entire space. Shaking violently.

"This guy is really scary!" Feeling the power of that punch, the expressions of the warriors around him suddenly changed.

"boom!"

Amidst the deafening explosion, a large number of warriors flew out at a faster speed, spurting out a mouthful of blood while still in the air.

"Hmph, good strength, but how long can you last!" Xiong Laoyin smiled and sent out more fighters.

He didn't care about the loss of these people at all. After all, there was never a lack of followers around the strong. If a group died, more people would naturally join.

"At least someone who can kill you." Mo Xian said indifferently.

"Really, there are a lot of people here." Xiong Lao smiled, and then shouted: "Everyone, listen clearly, I am incompatible with this kid. In my eyes, there are only friends and enemies. You all have to think clearly."

As soon as he said this, everyone's expressions became gloomy.

Mr. Xiong is obviously persecuting them. They didn't want to join this dispute. It doesn't make any difference to them who wins or loses.

But at this time, they must stand in line. If they stand in the wrong place, the end will definitely be miserable. After all, the person nailed to the pillar over there is the best example.

Even if they choose to stand on the sidelines, they will be regarded as enemies by Xiong Lao.

In comparison, Mo Xian was definitely on the disadvantaged side, so this decision seemed not difficult.

"Old Xiong, I'm loyal to you, that kid is nothing compared to you!" Soon, a person made the most reasonable decision.

Under his leadership, everyone began to swear allegiance to Old Xiong.

"Old Xiong, I am also loyal to you!"

"Me too!"

A large number of warriors began to gather behind Xiong Lao. They had no conflict with Mo Xian, but Mo Xian's failure was already certain, so they made what they thought was the right choice.

There are still some people who didn't move, it seems that they are still weighing, most of these people are from Mocheng.

"What about you?" Old Xiong asked in a deep voice.

"City Master, I'm sorry, I don't want to die yet." After a violent change of expression, a warrior finally made a decision and walked behind Old Xiong.

Mo Xian knew this person, and his life was very miserable at the beginning. If it wasn't for him, the other party might have died long ago.

"City Master, I think you should give up too. Old Xiong is not something you can afford." Another person stood behind Old Xiong.

In the end, very few chose to side with Mo Xian.

"Hehe, it's really powerful!" Mo Xian shook his head helplessly. People in Mocheng can be said to have received more or less favors, and they also swore allegiance to Mocheng.

But once there is a crisis right now, they will immediately rebel.

However, Mo Xian didn't think it was a pity, anyway, such a person might stab you anytime around.

Taking this opportunity, he can see many people clearly.

"Mo Xian, did you see that? You are so pitiful. Few people want to be with you. Look at me again. With so many followers, how do you compare?" Boss Xiong laughed.

"Really, I think you should be the poor one!" Mo Xian said flatly.

"Nonsense!" Xiong Lao snorted coldly for the rest of his life, and then said: "If you want to prove your sincerity, do it now. Anyone who can hurt him will be rewarded with a thousand bone marks."

"A thousand...bone lines!"

The atmosphere suddenly became a little boiling, and those who were forced to do nothing at the beginning immediately looked at Mo Xian as if they were looking at killing their father and enemy, and their eyes burst out with strong sparks of hatred.

Then, more warriors surged out, rushing towards Mo Xian one after another.

Mo Xian smiled faintly, and just stood there quietly.

After a while, his complexion suddenly twisted, and the domineering Yuanli slanted out like a tide.

The group of warriors in front were shocked back almost instantly, but more people rushed towards Mo Xian.

Driven by interests, everyone is crazy and fearless of death.

"Mo Xian, bring me the life of a dog!"

Shouts, connected into one.

One thousand bone patterns is indeed an attractive number.

Looking at the warriors rushing towards him, Mo Xian's expression was indifferent, and then became cruel.

A rhombus-shaped stone silently appeared in his hand, and with the influx of sleeping energy, a black mist with a bloody smell filled the air on the rhombus-shaped stone.

(End of this chapter)