Immortal Sovereign of Ninth Heavens

None of my brothers can afford to lose. What Mo Li said is not empty words. It's hard to start a business, harder to keep it! This truth is very clear, even if the expansion speed of his forces is increasing day by day, he always regards the life of every brother as extremely important.

Step by step toward the central stone slowly approaching, the firm pace of men also affect the hearts of countless people behind. As a leader of power, how many people can really take the lead in the face of unknown crisis?

Looking at the figure slowly walking away, Lin Tianjie sighed with emotion. He finally realized that it was no accident that he could achieve what he is today, and that his courage and bearing were far beyond Mozi's scorching sun!

It's hard to hide the excitement on the hot sun and Mozi period's face, especially Mozi period's elaborate camouflage was torn into nothing by this man. He buried all the humiliation in his heart. If he had a chance, he would not hesitate to bite each other's flesh and blood!

Walking slowly to the stone statue and standing still, Mo Li didn't launch an attack at the first time to wake up the puppet hiding in it. Instead, he looked up and carefully observed the sculpture which was still alive after thousands of years.

His face is like a knife, his figure is straight and straight, and his masculine temperament is full of rebelliousness. It seems that there is endless power hidden under his generous body. Ming Ming is a statue standing still, but Mo Li feels unyielding will and upright spirit from it.

The fist breaks the air!

Mo Li can be sure that this statue is hiding the empty body of Quan Zun! Only the great power of the world a thousand years ago can have such a great spirit.

Hand slowly stroked the sculpture bulging arm, Mo Li sighed with emotion.

At that time, the man in front of him was a real and powerful man. It's no exaggeration to say that he was standing on the top of the world. However, even such a super power with perfect cultivation could not escape the fate. All the way of cultivation, we had to fight against heaven and fight for life, but the efforts of human beings under heaven were so insignificant.

The road should always go forward, and more people should look forward. Put away the messy thoughts, don't bow to the standing stone statue.

"I have offended my master!"

With a breath of breath, he slowly raised his hand, and the breath of war dissipated as soon as it was mobilized. The four sides of the border suddenly rose, legs as heavy as lead.

"Ka - Ka - Ka"

As Mo Li slowly pushed away, the surface of the statue peeled off, revealing its tall and straight body and handsome masculine face.

"Shua"

Puppet body disappeared in the same place in a flash, did not give Mo too much time to react, reappearance has come near!

The fist as big as a small casserole is expanding rapidly in front of us. For a moment, there is no room to escape. We can only subconsciously raise our arms to protect our face.

Bang——

Mo Li felt as if his body had been hit by a flying hill. As he staggered back, neifu was tumbling.

"Poof"

His mouth spouted a stream of scarlet, bright as the sun.

"Brother Mo"

Staring at the front of the women's face changed greatly, Lin Wan'er holding her sister's arm in a hurry was even more startled.

The little princess of the Lin family was worried. In her big eyes, she only had the blue body which was fighting with the puppet.

Just across the road, Mo Ziqi saw Mo Ligang's hand was badly hurt, and a touch of pleasure appeared on his face. When he heard Lin Wan'er's exclamation, he could not help but get angry. Like or not is not the key, she used to be his fiancee, but at this time is concerned about another man, this is never all the shame for Mozi period!

"As long as he's dead, your Lin family is a lamb to be slaughtered! I won't let go of any of your Lin family women at that time! "

Anger distorts Mozi's psychology, and his hot eyes are full of madness.

Mo Li is very clear that it will not be so easy to deal with kungfu. He chooses to challenge himself. On the one hand, he really doesn't want his brothers to take risks. On the other hand, he has the support of Youlong spirit and the understanding of many kinds of attribute energy. He is quite confident in his comprehension ability.

He didn't realize his carelessness until he had a hand with the puppet, who was supposed to be a broken body!

Different from those puppets who only know how to use brute force before, there is a trace of ghost in the broken body, but without ideology, it is enough to support him to release his fighting consciousness. The fight with Mo Li is not as heavy and single as the previous ones. They move around and see the moves. Each move is flexible and changeable.

Bang - bang——

In the twinkling of an eye, the two sides have been fighting for a hundred moves. After the initial confusion, Mo Li has gradually stabilized his position. You come and I go no longer without a little power of parry.

"What a surprise this little guy is

Dongfang nettle was surprised to see that he could understand some of the essence of elder martial brother pokong's boxing in such a short time. It can only be said that this man's talent is really rare in ten thousand years. Growing up in the battle seems to be a simple sentence, but you need different comprehension ability to do it!

Mo left a group of people around him was a little relieved. No matter how confident he was, he would be worried if he was beaten to spit blood as soon as he went up. In contrast, the faces of Mozi and the scorching sun became more and more ugly.

How could that be? The boy didn't have the ability to fight back at the beginning. How can he not fall behind now? Is his talent really abnormal to this point?

Mozi period gnashing his teeth, the sun is not willing to feel at the same time, can not help but secretly praise in the heart. Put aside the position of grudge is not strict, he is now focused on fighting men really admire.

Mo Li really understood a lot of things, in addition to the sharp perception given by the spirit of you long, there is another important reason. He felt something familiar from the fist technique of breaking the air, and he suddenly realized it after careful thinking.

Bashan boxing!

The boxing method of breaking the air is open and close. It's not mixed with any fighting spirit, but it has the power of moving mountains and reclaiming the sea! The deja vu momentum has been as like as two peas. Many of the moves are exactly the same as that of Ling Shan, who had been shown to him.

Is Lingjia's Bashan boxing a part of pokong boxing?

Mo Li realized the move with his heart, combined with his understanding of Bashan boxing, which confirmed his guess very quickly! With this discovery, Mo Li was even more elated. He quickly converged and devoted himself to the battle.

Mo Li saw another way of martial arts, but he suffered a lot in this process!

The strength and style of pokong's fists are beyond the mark. The fists are bloody and swollen. Without the protection of fighting spirit, they only rely on their physical strength to fight against pokong. The pain can be imagined.

The scorching war lasted for more than ten hours. Under the increasing gravity, Mo Li's physical strength had already been exhausted, and even his head became dizzy. Now what supports him to continue fighting is the stubborn energy in his bones!

Looking at the same boring battle for a long time, the onlookers didn't feel tired, on the contrary, they were enthusiastic. From that thin but straight body, from the hot-blooded war that lasted so long, what they saw was a heart that never gave up and never bowed its head!

Several women's eyes don't know when they are already red, and the simple Lin Wan'er's face is full of tears. She couldn't bear to see the man bruised in the hard touch again and again, but she didn't dare to let her eyes leave the body. Worry with the slightest palpitation, tension is full of tenderness.

Bang——

Poof——

In another fight, Mo Li, who was physically exhausted, was punched in his left chest by the puppet, and his body flew upside down, while his mouth again gushed out a mouthful of blood.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

Lin Wan'er finally burst into her sister's arms and burst into tears. The other women were red eyed and clenched their lips, staring at the man who staggered slowly from the ground.

Mo Li smiles.

Smile like a breeze.

Although the injury is serious, but in the pain at the same time, the mind was not complete understanding also in the fist strength into the body of the moment integrated together.

"Ha ha ha - Master pokong, try my fist, too!"

The man suddenly burst out laughing, the sudden change made countless people stare at the slowly clenched fist.

"Bashan boxing!"

It's a crisp move. When you jump up high, don't let a straight fist hit the puppet in front of you. Seemingly simple moves, but let the broken empty body was frightened, general Leng in situ motionless.

"Little guy, you finally understand..."

East nettle mouth revealed a smile, whispered.

"It's really stupid of your grandmother. Now I understand that you are blind in your head!"

Although Zhan Nantian's mouth is full of contempt, his face is full of surprise.

I'm afraid these two people are the only ones who understand all kinds of mysteries. The former is due to their understanding of their fellow senior brothers, while the latter is due to their thorough understanding of combat skills.

Mo Li's straight fist seems to be simple, but only when he devotes himself to it can he find the subtle track of the arm when it comes out.

Boxing! There is no weapon, but it is full of violent power. Boxing is a direct way to show the strength of the body completely. Absolute power is enough to suppress all skills. That's the essence of this set of boxing!

The key to understand the key lies in the fact that Mo Li is no longer concerned with the moves of the puppet, but focuses on his understanding of the track of his whole body's strength and the insight into the essence.

"Bang --"

Mo Li's fist came to the broken face and stopped.

There was a moment of silence around him, and his powerful fist suddenly stopped. Mo Li's pale face showed some intolerance. He shook his head, sighed and slowly lowered his arm.

Shua -- Shua——

Around the puppet, there are bursts of dazzling light. Little green awns ooze from the puppet's body and converge to the void above, forming a fist sized ball of green light.

Buzz - Buzz——

The puppet's whole body was covered with stone debris again, while the four corners of the border began to dissipate slowly.

Mo Li looks at the man's face covered inch by inch, sighs silently, and brings the light group above to you Longjie.