My Martial Arts Can Cultivate By Myself

Chapter 125

Mo Wuxie was angry and laughed.

I feel that what Yang Yi said is too arrogant.

Kill him… even Zhao Heng didn’t dare to say this.

He saw the shadow of the sword like weaving, and with a flick of his finger, a green runestone popped out.

This runestone is not a mortal thing, it bursts out as soon as it is shot, and a powerful wave of air swells like a water wave.

After all, the shadow of the sword imaginary by the Yanjin Knife is not a real thing, but an illusion transformed by strength. At this moment, being urged by the air wave, Flying Daggers became blurred until they collapsed.

Mo Wuxie swung his sleeves to bounce the chaotic energy away, and he burst out of the smoke when he shook his figure.

His speed was so fast that it almost turned into a black line, and he fell over during the jump.

“kill!”

Almost at the same time, Shang He shouted loudly.

His voice seemed to be suppressed in his heart for a long time. At this moment, under Yang Yi’s morale boost, he finally shouted.

The rest of the gang responded one after another. In an instant, the scene became extremely tragic.

Shang He used the rope fire Saber Technique to chase down a spin force realm.

But just after a few steps, I saw a dark shadow flashing in front of me.

Without seeing his face clearly, after the dark shadow flashed, he realized that own had a palm in his abdomen.

Dark shadows kept flashing in the crowd, and then there were gangs that kept flying upside down.

Mo Wuxie easily solved the obstacles along the way.

Then the pace turned in vain and headed towards Yang Yi in the crowd.

Standing in the chaotic crowd, Yang Yi seemed a little at a loss, but when Mo Wuxie’s palms hit, he grinned, and instead of retreating, he stepped forward and punched.

This punch seemed to have failed, but it accurately predicted Mo Wuxie’s impact.

Sure enough, moments after Yang Yi punched, the black shadow that Mo Wuxie transformed happened to fall here.

“Um?”

boom! !

Thunder exploded.

Such a short punch, the strength contained in it is not small.

Baoshanquan is now practising hard in the mountains all day long, punching 10,000 times a day. Although it is not a long time, it also makes Yang Yi’s punch now and every time he punches, his strength is running extremely smoothly.

Mo Wuxie didn’t expect that he kept changing his position, and eventually he was one step ahead of time to determine where to fall.

Is this a coincidence?

Before he could think about it, Yang Yi’s fist roared along with the thunder light.

He managed to slap a palm, the surging purple force doing the final struggle.

But the stalemate lasted for less than a breath, and then it showed a ruinous defeat.

Pouch!

The palm was broken.

He was punched even with the shoulder.

Mo Wuxie’s breath instantly wilted, and he spit out a mouthful of thick blood.

His eyes were uncertain, because he discovered that Yang Yi’s punch was not only domineering with Fist Technique, but even the strength was extremely strange. The strength of the hairspring like an electric arc penetrated into the body, and it actually blocked his turn of strength!

And under this violent thunder attribute, there is still an extremely hot breath hidden.

Mo Wuxie knew that Qixia Sect Leader’s Cultivation Technique had a fire attribute, but he felt that the hot air contained in Yang Yi Jinli was different from the ordinary fire attribute and had a faint restraint effect on him.

It’s weird!

Mo Wuxie made a decisive decision, bursting into shape and retreated.

His Movement Technique has been cultivated to great success, can be transformed into a ghost, and enter and exit the battlefield freely.

“Heh, isn’t Zike? Your strength is really good. With such strength at this age, you should be able to rank in the top three of Qixiazong’s disciples. But that’s all, I want to go, can you stop me?”

Mo Wuxie was extremely confident in own Movement Technique, leaping back and forth, turning into an invisible black line.

It’s just that when he was proud, he found that the face of Yang Yi that appeared next to him was particularly clear.

It stands to reason that his speed is so fast that the surrounding scenery should have become blurred.

Why does Yang Yi’s face seem to follow him still?

Even the faint smile looked so carefully.

“…”

After a brief silence.

Mo Wuxie suddenly discovered that Yang Yi had kept up with own speed!

In the eyes of outsiders, in the battlefield at this moment, there are two dark shadows moving almost parallel.

The speed was so fast and the explosion was so violent that every time it turned back, it was stepped out of a crack.

Mo Wuxie stopped suddenly.

And Yang Yi also stopped.

Mo Wuxie’s eyes were gloomy, and he performed Movement Technique again as if he did not believe in evil, and Yang Yi also followed up again, maintaining the same speed and direction as him.

“you.”

Mo Wuxie was furious.

Yang Yi is playing with him!

But what makes him lose his temper is that Yang Yi can really keep up with him.

Even the direction of turning back is the same.

This shows that his already accomplished Movement Technique is not even as good as Yang Yi!

That’s why Yang Yi could take a seat one step ahead of time and predict the direction of his next leap.

“I said, you will die in my hands!”

Yang Yi seemed to have had enough, and once again Ascension, he took the lead to fall on Mo Wuxie’s only path, and swung his fist in the opposite direction to meet him.

Mo Wuxie was unavoidable, gritted his teeth viciously, and fought with him.

In a short time, the strength is not enough to collide, melt, and turn into a series of winds, stirring everyone around.

Shang He and the others quickly stopped, and they all withdrew with fear on their faces, for fear of being affected.

“What a fierce Fist Technique.”

Ge Zhili used to help the injured Shang He, his eyes flashing constantly in the center of the battlefield.

Compared with half a year ago, Yang Yi’s Baoshanquan has undergone a qualitative change. Not only has it achieved great strength, it has also incorporated the tyrannical features of the Eight Desolate Thunder Fist.

Such martial arts Realm, even in the moving mountain realm, are rare.

Although Mo Wuxie’s palm technique is good and his attributes are feminine, he is undoubtedly inferior to Baoshanquan.

After a few breaths, the verdict was reached, Yang Yi slapped Mo Wuxie’s elbow, and then punched.

The strength in Mo Wuxie’s body was disturbed.

Not only was the capacity blocked, but there were also faint signs of being burned.

He seemed to have seen this kind of burning, but he couldn’t remember it for a while.

Just when Yang Yi’s fist was about to fall.

Mo Wuxie’s figure exploded, and at the same time he threw a purple runestone.

When the runestone touched the strength wrapped in the fist, it exploded quickly, and suddenly a large amount of poisonous water splashed.

These poisonous waters were carefully prepared by him, and they were extremely corrosive.

Mo Wuxie suddenly smiled sharply when he saw the poisonous water blocking Yang Yi.

But in the next instant, Yang Yi’s surroundings were shocked, and his majestic strength continued to pour out like he didn’t need money.

With the pouring of energy, all the poisonous water was shaken away by Yang Yi.

His eyes condensed slightly, and the Jinghong Jue was used to the extreme, turning into a flying bird.

After catching up with Mo Wuxie, the fist shadows in his hand pointed out one after another.

Then he ran his hands into claws, grabbed Mo Wuxie’s throat, and pressed it to the ground.

boom! The hard ground quickly exploded a deep hole, and stone chips flew up.