Under the sharpening of the excellent whetstone of the long-haired old man, Mo Liang's insight and the coordination of his body have become more sophisticated and close, and he has tended to a perfect state.

For the attack carried out by the long-haired old man with the ninth layer cultivation of the Quenching Body Realm, Mo Liang was already able to take it all and make himself invincible.

But at this time, there was another big problem in front of Mo Liang, he was now more than able to protect himself, but he couldn't launch an effective attack, and he really hurt the long-haired old man.

Shen Xuan pointed out that Mo Liang had used it, and Mo Liang had also fought all the thirty-one yellow-rank intermediate martial arts he had learned on the second floor of the Library Pavilion, and none of them could hurt the long-haired old man.

This long-haired old man obviously does not have the power of insight like himself, but he can do it without leakage when he is on guard, like an iron bucket without any flaws, which makes Mo Liang extremely embarrassed.

Again, Mo Liang pointed his finger at the chest of the long-haired old man, only to see the latter raise his hand and hit Mo Liang's wrist with a side push, once again defusing Mo Liang's attack.

The long-haired old man who had defused Mo Liang's attack seized the opportunity to attack, pounced on Mo Liang like a fierce tiger, and launched a fierce attack like a rain on Mo Liang.

The offensive and defensive transformation of the two is completely in an instant.

Although Mo Liang is now invincible, his heart is full of anxiety.

Because Mo Liang had already used all his attack methods, he still couldn't cause damage to the long-haired old man.

Mo Liang felt that he had reached his limit.

Mo Liang was so anxious that his attack would not work, so if he continued to stalemate with him, and the special training place would be closed after a day, then he would be tantamount to losing.

At this moment, Mo Liang's eyes lit up, and he suddenly remembered that he obviously had a trick he hadn't used.

Flower boxing!

Mo Liang has studied Huaquan for many days, although he has always made small gains, but he has never comprehended the true essence of Huaquan, but at this moment, in this situation, except for fighting with Huaquan, Mo Liang has not been able to think of any other better way.

Flower boxing is the only possibility for him to defeat this long-haired old man!

At this moment, Mo Liang's mind quickly flashed over a hundred punching methods recorded in the Huaquan cheats, but obviously there were so many punching methods in his mind, when Mo Liang really wanted to punch this punch, he couldn't raise his hand for a long time.

Mo Liang always felt that no matter which way he punched, it was so imperfect and full of flaws, and it would be easily resolved by the long-haired old man.

For a while, a large number of memories about Huaquan exploded in Mo Liang's mind, and Mo Liang was already sweating profusely and his clothes were soaking wet......

And at the moment when Mo Liang lost his mind, the long-haired old man was like a wolf dog that found its prey, and he rushed towards Mo Liang with great speed and oppression, and the fierce fist rain and superb kicking skills poured out, forcing Mo Liang into a dead end.

Under the high pressure, Mo Liang's eyes shrank under the sweat like rain, and a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind.

At this moment, Mo Liang finally broke through some of the essence of the flower boxing, and comprehended a trace of fist intent from the many and chaotic flower boxing moves!

Only then did Mo Liang realize that the moves recorded in the cheats of "Flower Boxing" were not for practice, nor for fighting the enemy, but to help cultivators conduct self-deduction, comprehend the artistic conception, and perceive the intent of the fist!

Facing the surging palm of the long-haired old man, Mo Liang blasted out this punch at an extremely strange angle, with overlapping shadows.

"Flower Fist !!"

With a hearty roar, Mo Liang's momentum came to a peak, this punch with the intent of the fist, the source qi of the volume vibrate, the fierce qi waves rolled, the golden light swayed, Mo Liang's body was like a dragon made of gold, rising from the ground and rushing to the sky!

In the small punch, it seemed to contain the power of piercing through Lingyun, shaking the sky, and blasting towards the long-haired elder with a devastating impact!

The body of the long-haired old man was stunned, and the face of Gu Bo was not shocked, as if he would never move, and he actually revealed a look of horror, at this moment, in the perception of the long-haired old man, where was he facing a punch, but a dense fist rain like a hundred flowers blooming, hundreds of fists with source power fluctuations covered the sky, and they all seemed to be true, how to attack? How to defend!

"God...... Divine Power ......" The long-haired old man's voice was hoarse, his voice was drowned out in a huge roar, and he himself was also covered by the golden light, and was hit head-on by Mo Liang's flower fist.

"Boom—"

A huge roar resounded throughout the space, and the entire cave seemed to tremble, and the roar echoed in the cave for a long time!

And after punching this punch, Mo Liang instantly felt an unprecedented emptiness, his body was hollowed out and crumbling, and his spirit seemed to have suffered a huge loss and became a little trance.

Mo Liang squatted on the ground with one hand, gasping for breath.

On the other hand, the long-haired old man, including his right arm, half of his upper body was gone.

Win...... Win?!

The body of the long-haired old man was like a broken stone sculpture, and the stones were falling down with a rustle.

"You, very good. The long-haired old man's dark and empty eyes looked at Mo Liang, and after saying this, his whole body was shattered, petrified sand, sand turned into smoke, smoke filled the air, and the person dissipated......

Looking at the long-haired old man who was finally defeated by himself and dissipated, Mo Liang had a tired smile on his face, showing his white teeth, and after laughing twice, he couldn't hold it anymore, and with a "snap", he directly leaned back on the ground.

Three pills and two drops of jasper flowed down his stomach, and after a while, Mo Liang felt better.

Mo Liang couldn't help but sigh that the consumption of this flower fist was too great for him.

Even in his heyday, Mo Liang estimated that he would be quickly drained by two punches at most, and he would become so weak that it would be difficult to even move his fingers.

Moreover, Mo Liang knew very well that what he had just played was not a complete flower boxing, and he was only a part of the essence of the flower boxing and comprehended a trace of fist intent.

Could this be the magic power in the old man's mouth?

Mo Liang couldn't help but sigh, if it was a complete flower fist, how powerful should it be, and how great should it be consumed, I am afraid that if one punch is thrown, before he can hurt the enemy, he will already die first.

But in the final analysis, it's still my own cultivation that is too poor to control this magical power......

After resting for a while, Mo Liang got up from the ground, he looked around the cave, and found that this time there was no stone platform rising on the ground in the center of the cave, but on the stone wall of the cave, a huge flame pattern totem appeared at some point.