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The rain poured down for 30,000 hectares, and I stood alone.

This shot condensed all of Mo Xiaozuo's spirit, and the momentum soared to the extreme.

Tianmu's eyes revealed appreciation, and a vague smile appeared on his face, muttering to himself.

"The number of Dayan is fifty, and there are nine out of forty. I didn't expect to see the proud style of "Dayan Shooting" again. ”

Mo Xiaozuo's "Dayan Shooting" is the most powerful Sanmen Town Palace Execution in Yunshui Palace, which was passed down from Li Yibai, a generation of gun immortals in the Great Zhou Dynasty thousands of years ago.

This is a real saint's exercise, but legend has it that the spear fairy felt that the killing intention was too strong, and it hurt the heavens, so he destroyed the second half of the execution, leaving only the first half of the entry execution.

Even the first half of the shooting is already able to rank among the top heaven-level exercises.

Mo Xiaozuo is known as an immortal genius in Yunshui Palace once in 800 years, and he is fortunate to get the inheritance of "Dayan Shooting".

The trick "burying the sky" just now really used a kind of domineering self-esteem.

The canopy retreated to avoid the spear's edge.

The hands merged, the ten fingers quickly intertwined and transformed, and one phantom shadow after another passed on his palm, and in an instant, dozens of handprints had been continuously conjured.

Each time he intersected, the vitality around him would change with his handprints.

It only took a breath to complete, and finally a handprint was completed, and his hands turned into a hot and brilliant white light, towards the endless tip of the spear that stabbed at him.

It seemed to be a chaotic and careless finger, but Mo Xiaozuo suddenly had a feeling of panic, as if he was being looked down upon by some high-ranking existence.

And for the first time, I have a kind of inability to control the "Ying Long" in my hand.

Mo Xiaozuo knew that the old man in front of him was powerful, although he was not as powerful as his father, but he should be as powerful as those elder-level figures in Yunshui Palace.

Although "Dayan Shooting" has been comprehended by himself to the thirty-sixth change, it should be no problem to cross the border and challenge some people who are one or two levels higher than him.

But the old man on the other side was at least ten levels higher than himself, and that was another matter.

Mo Xiaozuo never regretted these two words in his dictionary, but when he saw Li Xuan in distress, he rushed up inexplicably.

Maybe it's just a subconscious desire to make this man who seems close to the girl owe him a favor, which is an almost naïve idea.

Maybe it's just a simple desire to have a sense of superiority in front of that young man, and that's when I saved you.

Mo Xiaozuo is like this sometimes, what he thinks and does is often contrary to common sense, but what he does by himself is very energetic, or very passionate. This is probably where the thinking variant of genius and ordinary people lies.

When the canopy knotted the handprint, the spear in Mo Xiaozuo's hand was really like a flying dragon outside the sky, without seeing the beginning and the end, and in a short moment, thirty-six changes were continuously cast.

Qi is dispersed, Qi is dispersed, spirit is changed, and change is infinite.

Although Mo Xiaozuo is only thirty-three enlightened and has just stepped into the first-class realm, this gun intent is so high that he is already a master's demeanor, and he has a faint demeanor of a gun fairy when he enters the room.

"Dayan Shooting" is really mysterious, first I saw a subtle sword intent, and now I have seen the ethereal marksmanship, Tianmu feels that this trip to the Central Plains has not been in vain.

The realm has reached their point, and it is difficult to go further, the foundation has been laid, and the only thing missing is chance.

If you can see a different style of martial arts, maybe one day you will be able to bypass the class, break the bottleneck, and reach another realm that can only be understood but not spoken.

After seeing Mo Xiaozuo's thirty-six changes, Tianmu knew that this young man had exhausted his changes and it was impossible to stab one more shot, so he knew that this big accident was coming to an end.

When that powerful and solemn finger accompanied by a powerful aura broke through Mo Xiaozuo's "Burial Heaven", Mo Xiaozuo's Qingjun face flushed with a trace of abnormal redness.

Is it over?

The gap is still too big, Mo Xiaozuo thought unwillingly.

When Mo Xiaozuo thought that everything was over, and Tianmu also felt that it was time to end this farce, in his eyes, it was a joke of petty fighting.

"Tianluan will heart" will not be taken away in front of his eyes in any case, first solve this boy with amazing marksmanship, that thoughtful, bold young man is just a little bit of effort.

After all, standing at different levels and seeing different heights, these two young people have what he wants on their bodies, and they will both be left by themselves tonight.

An overwhelming force surged towards the tip of Mo Xiaozuo's spear, and the space around him seemed to be suddenly empty, with only a white dazzling fingertip in front of him.

The vitality of his whole body was frozen by the strength of this finger, and he subconsciously wanted to use the most decisive move in "Dayan Shooting", but the gap in strength was like a moat.

One force will drop ten, not just talk.

"Ying Long" was subjected to a huge force, trembled rapidly, and let out an unwilling roar, but it could not resist the huge force that fell from the sky.

A touch of fishy sweetness surged up Mo Xiaozuo's throat, and although the canopy had contracted vigorously, the strong qi that leaked out still shocked Mo Xiaozuo's internal organs.

His hand was holding "Ying Long" tightly, and his body was already flying backwards uncontrollably.

Tianmu's palm opened slightly and grabbed Mo Xiaozuo's body, but the next moment, his pupils suddenly shrank.

The young man who had been running desperately just now appeared in front of him again, this time his face was inexplicably hideous, like a fierce wolf who had been jumping in the wasteland for more than ten days and had not even found a drop of water.

The next moment, Li Xuan's palm had already touched Tianmu's palm, and then his five fingers flexed and buckled the trick point at Tianmu's wrist.

Tianmu felt a trace of panic, Xiuwei had reached his realm, and he had an almost instinctive intuition about danger.

Even though he had seen Li Xuan's earth-shattering sword intent just now, the old man didn't think that Li Xuan had any capital to pose a threat to him, and the elephant never cared about floating anger.

But when Li Xuan's palm grabbed Tianmu's wrist, Tianmu couldn't help but feel numb.

Because the old man never imagined that he would be held by Li Xuan's wrist. The technique of this young man just now is a bit like Yunshui Palace's "Flowing Cloud Water Sleeve", a bit like Shangqingjiao's "Finger Wave", and some like Northwest Buddhism's "Prison Dragon Lock". But no matter what kind of martial arts it is, he successfully buckled his wrist.

The next moment, Tianmu finally knew where the reason for his scalp tingling came from.

An extremely strong suction force formed in Li Xuan's palm, and the pure vitality in Tianmu's body poured out like a monstrous torrent in Li Xuan's body.

At this time, Li Xuan was like an ancient fierce beast gluttonous that swallowed the sky and the earth, opening his bloody mouth and desperately devouring everything he could touch.

Even the vitality around the two of them boiled violently with the unfolding of Li Xuan's exercises.

"Heaven Swallowing" is a good thing, but it is like a white-eyed wolf who can't be fed anything, and he will be eaten back if he is not careful. Although he had now found a method that could refine his vitality, Li Xuan did not dare to say that he could control this set of sage methods.

Li Xuan always felt that "Heaven Swallowing Decision" had a deeper meaning, but he didn't understand it at this stage.

Tianmu was indeed taken aback when he noticed the suction in Li Xuan's hand and the vitality in his body gushing out uncontrollably. Because this exercise reminded him of the Divine Monarch's "Gluttonous Dafa", although it was far less bloody than the bloody horror of the Divine Monarch, it had similarities.

But when the waves of qi visible to the naked eye surged from Tianmu's palm to Li Xuan's arm, flipping endlessly on the surface of his body like dragons, Tianmu realized that his more than 100-year-old vitality cultivation was not something that such a young man who just learned to walk and couldn't wait to run could bear.

Thinking of this, Tianmu did not have the previous coldness, but a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Boy, you did surprise me once again, but the question is, if you want to bear the crown, you must bow your head, is your neck hard enough?

Tianmu's luck was rushing, and the vitality was like a loose horse, which was poured into Li Xuan's body in a tragic and domineering way, and suddenly Li Xuan's body swelled like a ball that would explode at any time.