Chapter 741: Liang Wenyao

Mo Chen naturally didn't know that Yi Liancheng and Ding Yichun came to look for him, and at this moment, he was flying on the edge of the imperial city, standing there quietly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

The night is quiet, the wind is howling, the moon is shadowless, and the universe is unpretentious.

Mo Chen stood quietly in the void like this, as if he had incarnated into the moon, blooming with brilliance, and like a rock, unmoving.

"Come out!"

Suddenly, Mo Chen spoke, but he gently bit out three words.

The wind began to howl, and a cyan figure suddenly appeared, silent, as if it had been standing there, but no one noticed.

This person is the one who has been paying attention to Mo Chen outside the Min Wang's Mansion, he walked out of the void, looking at Mo Chen quietly with a pair of eyes, indescribably complicated.

Mo Chen also looked at him quietly, without making a sound, the two looked at each other like this for a long time, the corners of the man in green clothes suddenly flashed a smile, he carried his hands behind his back, raised his head and closed his eyes, with a hint of relief on his face.

"Senior brother, how have you been doing all these years?"

The man in green suddenly spoke, saying something that was confusing.

Mo Chen's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he smiled: "Are you sure I am your junior brother?" ā€

The man in Tsing Yi said with a smile: "To be able to cast the Sky Splitting Slash to such a supernatural realm, among our senior brothers, only Hua Qing's kid has obtained the true transmission of the master's sword technique, but even he does not have that kind of artistic conception, you fought against that Qianjinglong before, although the power of the sword qi is limited, but the sword intent is extremely strong, Hua Qing's guy, it is unattainable, unless the master personally teaches, with Hua Qing's poor ability, he can't teach a disciple like you." ā€

"Moreover, Hua Qing's guy rumored before that someone would come to me and surprise me, which is enough to show that you are our little junior brother."

But at this point, he paused again, looked at Mo Chen, showed a puzzled look, and said: "But there is one more thing I can't explain, that is, your age, and Yueyang, your roots and bones will never hide from me, unless you change your whole body like me, you can hide your age, but your body is very natural, and you don't want to change it, so your age is only less than twenty." ā€

"And the pupil technique Yueyang can't be passed on at all, unless it's genetic, the master has been dead for a hundred years, even if your descendants are born, how can they be born eighty years apart, I really can't figure this out."

The face of the man in Tsing Yi was very complicated, and he muttered to himself: "A hundred years and twenty years old, the difference is eighty years, how is this possible?" ā€

His gaze suddenly became cold, looking directly at Mo Chen's gaze, as if he wanted to see through it, but found that those eyes were like autumn water, without the slightest wave, so that he could not see the slightest.

He suddenly smiled bitterly and said: "Say, what is your identity, if you are really the queen of the master, or our little junior brother, I will cover you in the future, but if not, steal the Nebula One Vein martial arts, then today, that is, you will die." ā€

Mo Chen looked at this person with a smile, and from these words, he could hear that this person was none other than the person he came to Great Xia to find, Liang Wenyao, one of the four great disciples in his previous life.

Previously, he speculated that Liang Wenyao would change his appearance and blend into the team of martial arts competitions, but he didn't expect that he, who has always been full of deflated spirits, would change so handsomely, cough cough, it seems that in front of beautiful women, even beggars will pay attention to their image.

Goodbye to the disciples of his previous life, Mo Chen's heart was also full of flavors, and he showed a pleased smile, and said: "You underestimate Hua Qing too much, a hundred years have passed, and his sword skills are also very powerful." ā€

Liang Wenyao nodded and said: "That guy Hua Qing passed on to me, most of them have already met you, and it is not strange that you know something about him, but don't divert the topic, let's talk about your identity." ā€

"How's your Fuhu boxing practice?" Mo Chen suddenly asked.

Liang Wenyao raised his eyebrows and said, "It seems that you know a lot about our senior brothers, and you actually know about my cultivation of Fuhu Fist." ā€

"Because, that's what I taught you." Mo Chen muttered.

"What!?" Liang Wenyao was shocked, and the momentum of the Emperor's Eightfold Peak suddenly bloomed, destroying the surrounding air layer by layer, and countless explosions were heard.

"No, it can't be!"

Liang Wenyao was shocked, the meaning of this sentence is too great, Fuhu Fist, but his master taught him, could this person be his master, how is this possible?

"Boy, who the hell are you?" Liang Wenyao's eyes were gloomy, even if this Mo Chen was his junior brother, he couldn't joke with his master, he couldn't care about anything, but only Shizun was the person he respected the most, and no one could touch it, even more so if it was a junior brother, he couldn't help but respect his teacher.

Mo Chen smiled: "It seems that you have a lot of respect for your master, what's the matter, I said it's your master, do you still want to beat me?" ā€

Liang Wenyao's face instantly became cold, like ten thousand years of ice, freezing the space, and said coldly: "I advise you not to make this kind of joke, although you have something to do with our Nebula lineage, and it is very likely that you are a person from the Nebula lineage, but this kind of joke makes me very unhappy, if I am unhappy, it is not as simple as beating you, but it will kill people." ā€

Mo Chen grinned and said with satisfaction: "Then you might as well try, can you kill me?" ā€

Liang Wenyao's face sank, and then he laughed loudly, and said: "Haha, I really have a personality, but it's too arrogant, although you have the combat power of the Emperor, but I am the peak of the Emperor's Eightfold, and I am about to reach the end of the martial arts. ā€

"Emperor Zun is only the eightfold peak, the road of martial arts, vast and boundless, just Emperor Zun, how can it be called the end of martial arts!"

Mo Chen shook his head and sneered, his gaze became deeper, and he muttered, "Moreover, Emperor Venerable Eightfold Martial Artist, I have seen too much and killed too much. ā€

"Haha, it's crazy enough, I kind of believe that you are a disciple of Shizun, because you are very similar to Shizun's personality, it is indeed possible to accept you as a disciple, but since you are a disciple, then you should respect your teacher, so let me, a senior brother, teach you this truth."

Liang Wenyao's eyes gradually became cold, and his whole body exuded Dao light, but that momentum was suppressed by him in the Emperor Zun One Heavy Realm, since it was his junior brother, he naturally would not use the realm to bully others, since this little junior brother had the first heavy combat power of the Emperor Zun, then suppressed in the Emperor Zun One Heavy.

"Okay, let me see how strong you have been over the years." Mo Chen's battle intent was also ignited, and his eyes were filled with flames.

"Then you have to be careful!"

Liang Wenyao's figure did not move, but the light suspended around his body began to condense, turning into a fist mark and crushing towards Mo Chen. He knew that Mo Chen's combat effectiveness was very strong, and he had the strength to take over the power of Emperor Zun, so this move was not reserved, and all the power of Emperor Zun bloomed.

The fist continued to roar, becoming as huge as a mountain, and fell on top of Mo Chen's head in an instant.

Mo Chen showed a look of appreciation, and said: "Yes, knowing that the other party's combat power is demonic, under the suppression of the realm, there is no mercy, and you will go all out in everything, this is your advantage." ā€

The meteor sword in his hand hovered above, and a sword light went upstream, stabbing fiercely into the fist, shattering it in an instant.

"So strong?"

Liang Wenyao was a little shocked, his eyes were a little wide, he knew that Mo Chen's combat power was not as simple as it seemed, but this punch was also the full power of the Emperor's Zun One Heavy Realm, even if he really met the God Zun One Heavy, he could suppress it, but he didn't expect this young man to dissolve it so easily.

He was stunned for a moment, confirming that this scene was not an illusion, and the corners of his mouth were filled with even stronger battle intent.

Mo Chen nodded and said: "Your persistence, never admit defeat, and serious attitude are your greatest advantages, but there is one point that you are wrong, you will suppress the realm, although it is out of good intentions, but if the opponent is not me, then you will suffer." ā€

Liang Wenyao snorted coldly, "Little junior brother, don't look old-fashioned, let senior brother teach you how to be a person." ā€

When the words fell, he took a little soles of his feet, and took extremely gorgeous steps under his feet, and the whole person turned into an afterimage of the Dao, wandering around Mo Chen, wrapping him inside, "After all, you have not entered the emperor, how do you know that the emperor is strong, no matter how strong your skills are, under the power of absolute rules, it will also be a bubble." ā€

Mo Chen shook his head and smiled, and pointed out a finger lightly, and a burst of energy swept out directly, stabbing in one direction, "I said, I am your master, your Lingbo microstep, but how can I hide from my sight when I teach you?" ā€

Liang Wenyao's heart trembled, his steps were used, and his figure turned into countless figures, and the real body and the phantom were constantly intertwined, even if it was a martial artist who was stronger than himself, it was difficult to discover the existence of his true body, but this Mo Chen was a little casual, and he actually aimed at his true body.

And he blocked all the directions of his attacks, as if he rushed out this time, not attacking others, but killing himself, hitting the muzzle of the gun.

What's going on, it's impossible.

A huge wave was set off in his heart, although he suppressed the realm, but how to say that it was also the emperor realm, the other party found himself so easily, unless he was very familiar with this set of steps, it would never be possible.

Don't......

Liang Wenyao instantly extinguished the thoughts that appeared in his heart, and his hands began to seal, turning into a fist mark, blocking the world and enveloping Mo Chen.

"I don't believe it, absolute strength can't defeat you."

Mo Chen raised his head and praised: "Yes, although the Fuhu Fist is simple, but every martial art contains a powerful rule meaning, as long as it is studied thoroughly, it can also stabilize the peak, you can condense the fist as you like, and turn into a fist seal, it seems that you have mastered the essence." ā€

As he spoke, Mo Chen's long sword turned into countless sword qi and rushed into the fist seal in different directions, "Tiger roar!" ā€

The Tiger Fist, intended to be the Tiger Fist, contains a powerful destructive power that can kill the Tiger with one punch, but Mo Chen's Tiger Roar rushed into the fist seal, shattering all the Tiger Fist from the inside, and the powerful fist mark was just like when a volcano erupted, with a powerful internal power that instantly shattered it.

"This ......"

Liang Wenyao stopped his body and looked at the shattered fist marks in horror, and was a little unacceptable for a while.

Mo Chen looked at him quietly, and said meaningfully: "One punch and one world, the end of martial arts is very far away, even if I was back then, I only saw the tip of the iceberg, this road is still very long, Emperor Zun, it is just the beginning, it is definitely not the end, the dragon and the tiger are subdued, and the fist intent is immortal!" ā€

"How is that possible?"

Looking at the shattered Fuhu Fist, Liang Wenyao said in shock: "This is a punch that condenses the rules of the Emperor, full of a large number of ninth-order rules, even if you have the strength to take it, but you don't have the mastery of the ninth-order rules, how can it be possible to disintegrate it from the inside, is it, is this an illusion ......?"

Liang Wenyao suddenly bloomed in all his realms, and the eightfold power of the Emperor Zun bloomed, and the surroundings were still the scene he saw, and there was no illusion.

"This ......"

He was shocked, everything in front of him turned out to be true, and the Fuhu Fist that he was proud of was easily dissolved from the inside.