Click!

Muda's intact left hand slammed out the seal, and immediately burst out, and in an instant, an endless ocean condensed around him Chinese. ≈≥≠．≤８≈１≤Ｚ≤≥．＝Ｃ≈Ｏ≈Ｍ≠

One wave after another swelled up, wave after wave, very terrifying.

"Stacked Waves Divine Fist!"

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Muda roared and threw a punch, forming a terrifying wave of terror layer after layer in the punch.

At this moment, Zhuo Wen's figure had already appeared in front of Muda.

In front of the boundless huge waves, Zhuo Wen's figure was so small and humble, as if he would be swept away by the huge waves and wiped out into ashes at any time.

But Zhuo Wen's expression was as calm as water, and in the face of such a terrifying wave, he just threw a punch.

If Muda is still a cultivator in the early stage of the Creation Lord, the power of this move will be terrifying, and with Zhuo Wen's current strength, I am afraid that he will have to pay a lot of price if he wants to resist hard.

But it's a pity that the current Muda's cultivation has been forcibly suppressed by An Shaojin to the realm of the Xuanji Lord.

Even if Muda was able to skillfully use the higher Heavenly Dao power, it might be easy to deal with ordinary Xuanji Masters, but Zhuo Wen couldn't.

On the contrary, Muda fought against Zhuowen, which was simply asking for his own hardship.

After all, the horror of the Pangu Holy Body is basically invincible in the same level, as long as this Muda suppresses the realm to the point of being at the same level as him, he will be looking for abuse against Zhuo Wen.

Bang bang bang!

Zhuo Wen punched out, each punch contained extremely terrifying Heavenly Dao energy, and the surging high waves broke through one after another.

Sting!

I only heard the sound of a cloth tearing, and then Zhuo Wen broke through the last huge wave, and the whole person descended in front of Muda like a god, and his right fist blasted like lightning and smashed directly on Muda's left arm.

Click!

Muda's left arm was directly blasted into a blood mist, and Muda screamed even more, falling to the ground fiercely, with a hideous face, a pale face, and a cold sweat on his forehead.

"The second move, there are still three moves!"

Before Muda could get up, she heard the cold voice of Djoven Nasen again, and then a strong wind swept in, causing Demuda's face to change greatly.

Syllable!

As soon as he looked up, he saw a palm whizzing towards his cheek, and with a snap, Muda was thrown directly into the dirt by the fan's head.

"Fourth move!"

Zhuo Wen didn't give Muda a chance to breathe at all, the instep of his right foot was against Muda's chest, and he slammed it, and Muda was directly kicked into the air by Zhuo Wen, and then Zhuo Wen's right hand gave Muda a slap on the cheek again.

This slap was so loud, like thunder, Muda's right cheek was directly beaten to the flesh, and the broken teeth mixed with blood were poured out by him, looking very miserable.

"Enough...... Enough is enough......"

Muda slumped to the side and struggled to spit out the words, her heart filled with fear.

What kind of freak is this, it's obviously just a mysterious master, why does he have such terrifying combat power.

In particular, the terrifying physical strength displayed by this person was much stronger than his.

Is this Nima a foreign race, or am I a foreign race?

Thinking of this, Muda's mood was like a thousand grass and mud horses galloping over her head, and she began to wonder if she was a foreign race or if the human monk in front of her was a foreign race.

Everyone present was stunned, what is the situation with this Nima!

Didn't Muda say that this dragon was a waste, didn't he say that he would let him use five moves, and then destroy it with one move?

Now they have all been beaten into dogs, this is the so-called waste in the mouth of Muda?

"What does Elder Muda mean is that you admit defeat?" Zhuo Wen slowly walked in front of Muda and asked lightly as he looked down at Muda who was slumped on the ground and twitched.

Muda's eyes flickered, and finally nodded, "I admit defeat......"

"Since you admit defeat, then keep your promise!

Zhuo Wen spread his right hand and looked at Muda in front of him coldly.

A look of humiliation flashed in Muda's eyes, but he was helpless, and now his cultivation was suppressed by An Shaojin's power, and he could only wield the power of the Mystic Master.

In his current state, he is no match for this Zhuo Wen at all, unless he can break through An Shaojin's power.

But he knew that this was impossible, An Shaojin was a master in the early stage of the Heavenly Lord, much stronger than him, and if he wanted to break away from An Shaojin's power, it would not be death.

With a light sigh, Muda could only take off the spirit ring in his hand and throw it to Zhuo Wen.

His heart was full of pain, but there were a lot of good things in his spiritual ring, including his savings for many years, which were handed over to Zhuo Wen like this, how could he not be heartbroken.

Putting away Muda's spirit ring, Zhuo Wen nodded with satisfaction, and then continued: "In addition, you also need to kneel in front of me, bow three times and bow nine times, call me grandpa, and apologize to me. ”

Hearing this, Muda's face turned pale, and it was really humiliating if Zhuo Wen did this.

Once he does this, his face will be disgraced, and it is conceivable that in the future, he will become the laughing stock of others among the merman clan and other races.

"What? Elder Muda doesn't want to, I don't want to, I don't force it, but I remember you swore an oath to the Heavenly Dao, right? If you don't obey, what punishment will come next, I'm afraid I don't need to say that you know it yourself. Zhuo Wen smiled lightly.

Muda's face was gloomy, what Zhuo Wen said was right, because he didn't care about this son, he easily made a heavenly oath.

Even if this son doesn't pursue him, but the Heavenly Dao oath will not be ignored, once he violates the Heavenly Dao oath, when the Heavenly Dao will punish him, he will probably have to worry about his life.

Thinking of this, Muda took a deep breath, knelt down in front of Zhuo Wen very simply, immediately bowed three times and bowed nine times, and solemnly apologized to Zhuo Wen.

After doing this, Mu Da quickly left the Terran camp, he really didn't have the face to stay here.

After Mu Daxun left, the Terran camp was silent at first, and then there was a tsunami-like uproar and cheers, and everyone looked at Zhuo Wen's figure with burning eyes.

They didn't expect this battle with a huge disparity in strength to end with such an unexpected result.

At the beginning, who would have thought that a Terran cultivator who was just a mere mystical master would be able to defeat an alien race who had already created the master.

Although this is also because Muda's cultivation is forcibly suppressed, even if the cultivation is lowered, Namuda's strength will still not be much worse, I am afraid it can be comparable to the average creator master.

But even so, Muda was still defeated by this son, which shows how terrifying this son's strength is.

"Elder Hong, what is the origin of this Terran monk?" The holy woman standing next to the elder of the second clan, her beautiful eyes narrowed, looked at Zhuo Wen, and asked with interest.