Mao Yu's breath was a little disordered, he stared at the black-shirted young man opposite, just the first step was wrong, he seized the opportunity, a set of stormy attacks made Mao Yu not come back to his senses, although he had spiritual protection, it didn't cause much damage, but this face was lost.

"Bastard!"

Mao Yu's face was full of rage, he looked up to the sky and roared, his spiritual power surging and dancing, he stepped out with one foot, and instantly rushed towards Duan Mo, and the huge spiritual power condensed in front of him, forming a cone-like spiritual power weapon, which stabbed Duan Mo in the chest.

Duan Mo held the Qingfeng sword, the blade of the sword was covered with a layer of demonic spiritual power, jumped up, and slashed down vertically at the cone, the two spiritual powers eroded each other, and in the end, Duan Mo's demonic spiritual power was slightly superior, and the cone was split immediately, Mao Yu did not panic for a minute, his palm turned over, and a basin-sized spiritual power light ball was condensed at some point, he pinched the light ball and slapped it fiercely on Duan Mo's face.

Duan Mo was also surprised, he didn't expect Mao Yu to secretly condense a killing move, the ball of light was already facing Duan Mo, it was too late to dodge, the black light under Duan Mo's feet suddenly bloomed with a burst of black light, Duan Mo's body trembled slightly, and disappeared in an instant, Mao Yu's hand slapped into the air, and the ball of light in his hand smashed on the ground, blasting out a shallow pit.

Duan Mo who was not far away had palpitations, this hairy feather's scheming was really deep, and he could still lay this trick when he was angry, which caught Duan Mo off guard, if it weren't for the shadow of the shadow, Duan Mo would probably have to plant a big heel this time.

"Ground-level body magic spirit technique?"

Mao Yu stood up straight, his face also became a little ugly, Duan Mo's ghostly speed just now was definitely beyond the range of human-level spiritual skills, only earth-level spiritual skills had such power, and they could move to such a distance in an instant.

Mao Yu is not unable to get the ground-level spiritual skills, but it is really difficult to cultivate, not to mention the ground-level body and spiritual skills, if it is the same as the entry-level body and spiritual skills, for the people of the spirit core realm, it is extremely difficult, it is unimaginable, Duan Mo's talent is so strong, he can comprehend the ground-level body and spirit skills!

In fact, to be honest, if it weren't for listening to the Fengxiang Dragon Teng on the Snow Tower, Duan Mo might not have been able to touch the door of the Shadow Absolute Step until now, but there is no if in the world, Duan Mo initially mastered the Shadow Absolute Step, and in this battle, he was basically invincible.

The disciples of the Yuanmen who were present also discovered the abnormality, and exclaimed one by one, although the ground-level spiritual skills are rare, there are still one or two of them for the disciples to practice, but very few people can practice successfully, there is a saying in the cultivation world, if you don't reach the spirit infant realm, it is undoubtedly a waste of time to practice the ground-level spiritual skills.

Although this sentence is suspected of exaggeration, it also reflects how difficult it is to cultivate ground-level spiritual skills from the side.

Mao Yu hurriedly thought of a way to crack it in his mind, Duan Mo had a ground-level body method, if he wanted to keep dodging, Mao Yu had no way, he could only keep bearing Duan Mo's attacks and couldn't fight back, but it also required a lot of spiritual power to perform the ground-level body magic skills, although it was not as much as the combat spirit skills, but it would not be weaker than the consumption of human-level spirit skills.

Duan Mo stepped on the black light under his feet, holding the Qingfeng Sword and pounced on Mao Yu again and again, the ghostly speed made Mao Yu miserable, every time he fought back, he would be dodged by Duan Mo, and it didn't take long for several blood marks to appear on his body, this time the embarrassment made Mao Yu have to swallow the resentment in his throat, after all, Duan Mo did what he couldn't do - ground-level body magic spiritual skills!

There was a lot of discussion among the disciples of the Yuanmen, and there was an uproar, no one thought that Duan Mo, who was expected to be defeated by Mao Yu, would come up with one after another to force Mao Yu into an embarrassment, and the initial beating could be explained as a temporary mistake, and the current ground-level body and spirit skills made people have nothing to say.

"Big Brother ......"

The three Shi brothers looked at each other, and they all saw a trace of fear in each other's eyes, why is this Li Mo so strong, even Mao Yu can't help him?

"If Li Mo fights like this again, Mao Yu will probably go crazy."

Wei Ning slowly grabbed the railing with both hands, like a falcon about to rush out, and said in a deep voice: "The crazy feathers are very terrifying, and I am afraid that these disciples around will be affected." ”

Mei Xin glanced at Duan Mo with some concern, and said softly: "Li Mo, take it when you see it." ”

"Sneer......"

The Qingfeng sword slashed up from the throat of the hairy feather, the hairy feather turned its head to dodge the long sword, a strand of hair was cut off, and it fell with the wind, and then one knee was pressed against the lower abdomen of the hairy feather, and it hit it hard, the latter's face changed suddenly, and he knelt on the ground, his hands were propped on the ground, and his body trembled slightly.

Duan Mo stood in front of Mao Yu, his face was indifferent, the Qingfeng Sword stopped on his neck, and just as he was about to speak, the Mao Yu with his head lowered slashed into the floor with both hands, and a strong aura erupted from Mao Yu's body, and Duan Mo was swept out dozens of meters away by that wave of qi.

Mao Yu slowly stood up, his hair was scattered, he raised his head, a little green light appeared in the depths of his pupils, he shook the green skull cloak behind him, his hands flipped in front of him, and his breath instantly soared, approaching the seventh level of the Spirit Core Realm.

"I didn't expect to be forced to use a trick to press the bottom of the box against a new disciple."

Mao Yu flipped over his hand and took out a jade bottle, and poured the green liquid in the jade bottle on his hand, his palm quickly withered and turned into skin and bones, but Duan Mo noticed that his shrunken palm seemed to contain more powerful power.

"Dry Bone Fist Method!"

"Mao Yu has even been forced out of this move, run away, this guy is going crazy again."

The faces of the surrounding Yuanmen disciples changed slightly, and they hurriedly retreated backwards.

Duan Mo looked at the Mao Yu who walked over slowly, and a slight bad premonition appeared in his heart, and the next moment, Mao Yu rushed over, his eyes seemed to dim, and his body was completely supported by instinct.

"Still fighting with me?"

Duan Mo's heart jumped slightly, he punched out, with his strength, completely suppressed Mao Yu, the next moment, Duan Mo's complexion changed slightly, Mao Yu's strength increased a lot, there were faint signs of surpassing him, Duan Mo withdrew his fist, whipped out with one leg, and slapped Mao Yu's body fiercely.

"Peng ......"

A low flesh collision sounded, Mao Yu seemed to have lost his sense of pain, let Duan Mo attack, his fist fell violently on Duan Mo's chest, Duan Mo's face changed, his hands were crossed to protect his chest, and he was hit by Mao Yu's fist, and the whole person flew out upside down and rolled to the ground.

"What's going on?"

Duan Mo got up from the ground with a carp, he looked at Mao Yu, whose eyes were gloomy and only left his fighting instinct, his heart was a little chilling, this dry bone fist technique was really a bit weird, and the person who used this set of punching techniques seemed to temporarily lose his reason and sense of pain, like a robot.

And in this state, their strength and reaction speed will increase by more than one notch, after all, it is instinct!

Duan Mo looked at the hairy feather that pounced again, raised the Qingfeng Sword high, like a whirlwind, and rushed over: "Whirlwind Technique!" ”

"Peng Peng Peng ......"

The thin fist kept swinging out, and the whirlwind of the long sword that Duan Mo turned into was constantly hit by the fist, although the sharp blade blurred the flesh and blood of the feathers, but the concussion of the punch also made Duan Mo's internal organs tremble, and the black whirlwind flashed away, Duan Mo was holding the Qingfeng sword, and a scarlet blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

The hairy feather who had no pain for the time being rushed over again, Duan Mo threw away the long sword, jumped high, his palm quickly flipped in front of him, and the spiritual power was quickly intertwined between the palms, turning into a yellow handprint, Duan Mo slapped down on the hairy feather that pounced on him, and the wild palm rose against the storm, turned into the size of a zhang, and suppressed it down.

"Peng ......"

Mao Yu's fist and the wild palm collided together, the two were frozen in mid-air, and the next moment, the wild palm trembled violently, and the hair feather blasted out a punch again, the wild palm burst open, and the hair feather rushed towards Duan Mo again.

Duan Mo took a deep breath, he put his palm in front of his lower abdomen, and the method of casting the wild palm came to mind, and in the next moment, Duan Mo's palm danced violently, he followed his inner feeling, and the speed of forming his hand prints became faster and faster, the yellow wild palm between Duan Mo's palms became lifelike, the fingerprints were clearly visible, Duan Mo's eyes flashed, and the wild palm trembled violently, turning into a substantial palm.

"The desolate palm of the ascending realm!"

A flash of excitement flashed in Duan Mo's eyes, his palm was raised high, and the desolate palm covered on his hand was aimed at the hairy feathers below, and he slapped it fiercely!

"Peng ......"

There are five or six feet of huge wild hand palm unstoppable, mixed with the sound of sonic boom fell suddenly, Mao Yu was pressed down by the wild palm of the hand, slapped to the ground, the whole square was shaken, a huge five-finger print appeared on the ground, many Yuanmen disciples stared wide-eyed, looking at the smoke in the square, some frightened eyes looked at the black-shirted young man who slowly fell in midair.

It's horrible, it's horrible!

This Li Mo's strength is unimaginably strong!

"The power of the desolate palm of the ascending realm is so powerful."

Duan Mo looked at the hairy feather lying in the five-finger print pit, the latter was face down, and the whole person did not move.

The next moment, Mao Yu's body moved, and then he slowly stood up, he raised his head, his thin palm was raised, and he walked towards Duan Mo step by step.

"Still not resolved?"

Duan Mo's heart also jumped suddenly, could it be that he had to kill him to pass the past? This dry bone fist technique is too outrageous, just when Duan Mo raised his spiritual power and was about to strike the final blow, Mao Yu suddenly stopped, the whole person froze there, and then fell face to the ground with a thud, falling into a coma.

There was a moment of silence around them, and then there was a sudden uproar.

Mao Yu, unexpectedly defeated!

Defeated at the hands of a new disciple, although this new disciple is a bit big, he is the first in this year's Heroes Club, but after all, there is more than a generation between them, Mao Yu tried his best, and even the dry bone fist technique was displayed, but he was still unable to turn the tide, and was ruthlessly defeated by Duan Mo.

"Sword Peak...... Li Mo! ”

Wei Ning on the railing slowly clenched the railing with both hands, and then let go, he smiled and said, "It seems that the edge gate in the future will not be peaceful." ”

"Oh! Oh! Li Mo! Li Mo! ”

The two beast barbarian boys ran over excitedly, lifted Duan Mo up and threw him into the sky, and with their strength, they threw Duan Mo to a height of more than ten meters, so that Duan Mo completely experienced the feeling of flying.

Lin Lin, who was not far away, leaned against the stone, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, her hands behind her back, and her right hand grabbed the sliding bulge at the wrist of her left hand.

"Whew, it's finally over."

Duan Mo in mid-air finally breathed a sigh of relief, and after a while, Mao Yu, who was in unbearable pain, opened his eyes, looked at everything in front of him, and was stunned for a moment, and then the memories came flooding back, allowing him to react quickly.

"I'm defeated......"

Mao Yu suddenly found that he could not move, and he looked down to see that his hands were tied to the pillar.

"Big Brother ......"

Three voices sounded, Mao Yu looked at the three Shi brothers who were tied to the pillar not far away, and then looked at the ropes on his body, and immediately, a roar of anger sounded in the square in front of the Spirit Technology Pavilion.

"Li Mo! I'm at odds with you! ”