Chapter Seventy-Eight

The stands in front of the stadium were on top of the mountain peaks, and at the moment thick smoke was blown up.

"Bang bang bang!"

The figures of the three of them were almost to the extreme, constantly entangled, and shot dozens of times in an instant.

"Qingluan!"

Ye Zimo let out a loud birdsong, and his two arms actually turned into wings, sharp as a heavenly knife, and the breath he revealed made the mountain peak and boulder be cut off.

"Dang!"

Mo Jun's dragon snatcher grabbed his wings, let out a metallic trembling sound, threw him out with a roar, and rushed towards the arena with his body!

"Lust for War!"

The momentum of the wind instrument suddenly rose a large part, the fist was like a golden fist, piercing through the mountain stones, and Mo Jun's ghostly fingers and claws collided, and the two of them flew backwards!

And all of this happens in a breath of time!

"There's still a breath left!"

Du Shaoqing and the others were in a hurry, while the other monks were dazzled and cheered enthusiastically.

"Top Ten Disciples, this is the power of the Ten Disciples!"

"Ye Zimo is strong, Fengyi is powerful, and Mo Jun is even more powerful!

"One more breath, can Mojun reach the top of the arena?!"

Thoughts rose in everyone's minds, and their hearts couldn't help but be excited.

I was right today! I was able to see such a wonderful fight!

"Mojun, you can't run!"

Ye Zimo and Feng Yixiang finally showed their cultivation in the Hidden Dragon Realm, and the momentum of the two of them shook the sky, and everyone's eyes looked at them

"Hidden Dragon Realm?!"

"It is said that the first few of the top ten disciples are all in the Hidden Dragon Realm, but I didn't expect it to be true!"

"How can Mo Jun win?"

Mo Jun's speed is fast, but they are faster, just when Mo Jun was about to grab the edge of the arena, Ye Zimo and Feng Yi were like fierce flames, and one of them grabbed Mo Jun's leg for a day, and they were about to split Mo Jun immediately!

"Black Dragon—Tail Swing!"

This time, Mo Jun used a trace of 'god' in his hands, Mo Jun's body seemed to turn into a black dragon for a day, and his two legs became the tail of a black dragon.

"Boom!"

Mo Jun's figure fell steadily on the field, and at this moment, the morning sun was born, so that Mo Jun, who was covered in blood and blood, was dyed with a halo.

As soon as the three breaths were over, Mo Jun landed on the field on time!

"You, wait for me to kill you!"

Mo Jun coldly looked at the floating Ye Zimo and Fengyi Elephant in the sky, and waved a long golden line,

"Kill it!"

Ye Zimo's faces were a little ugly, originally they became monks in the Hidden Dragon Realm and became their hole cards, but now they are exposed, and they didn't win Mojun!

"Mo-kun!"

The arena suddenly cheered, Mo Jun used his strength in the Cave Heaven Realm, and he could actually be hostile to the Tianjiao of the Hidden Dragon Realm!

This battle completely justifies Mojun's name!

"Elder, let's announce the beginning. ”

Mo Jun's voice was faint, and he said to the elder who was a little dazed.

"Good!"

When the elder came back to his senses, he suddenly had an urge in his heart to snatch Mo Jun over and take him as his apprentice.

"It's still Qingyue's guy's vision!"

"I admit defeat!" The referee elder was about to announce the start, but he didn't expect Changdie on the other side to take the initiative to admit defeat.

The corners of Changdie's mouth showed a hint of bitterness, what if she didn't admit defeat, was she directly knocked off the stage by Mojun?

Mo Jun nodded at her, expressing his gratitude, and then turned around and glared at Ye Zimo and Feng Yixiang.

"Today, I'm going to ask you for an explanation!"

The emergence of Mo Jun's killing intent that had just declined this time was not only because of Mo Jun's interception and killing, but also because Ye Zimo and they dared to hurt Du Shaoqing and them, it was really damned!

"Okay, I'll give it to you!"

A majestic voice sounded, and under the gaze of everyone, Chu Qingyun and Ye Xiu fell from the sky and looked at Mo Jun coldly.

"Mojun canceled the rules of the game because he didn't arrive at the arena on time!"

"Wow!"

People could see that Chu Qingyun and Ye Xiu were deliberately finding faults, according to the rules of the sect, the disciples who arrived late could wait for a quarter of an hour, but they didn't mention this matter at all, it was clear that Mo Jun was killed between Chu Qingyun's sect master's rights.

"What, are you convinced?!"

Ye Xiu looked at Mo Jun defiantly. Even if you have great potential, what can you do, if you are not given a chance, you will go forever!

"Haoshou Horseman!"

"Shameless old thief!"

"It's only going to bark here!"

"Look for death!"

Chu Qingyun and Ye Xiu were extremely angry, they were actually insulted by Mo Jun, in their eyes, they really deserved to die!

"What if I scolded you?!"

Qingyue took Chen Qiuluo from afar, like an immortal, coming from the sky.

But he was full of tyrannical aura, and he was like a wild beast.

"Two old immortal bastards will only be overbearing to their disciples here, and they have the courage to fight with me!"

"yes, that's what you said!"

Chu Qing's cultivation has reached the ultimate level, and Qingyue has also made a great breakthrough in cultivation because of the Heavenly Infant Wood and Sun Stone presented by Mo Jun, and now he is on par with Chu Qingyun's strength.

Qingyue and Chu Qingyun were shocking and-for-tat.

Ye Xiu on the side was waiting for an opportunity to take the opportunity to sneak attack Qingyue.

"Senior Brother Chu, Senior Brother Qingyue, peace is precious in everything!"

From the top of the mountain, another old man appeared, trembling as he flew in the sky, and he was afraid that he would suddenly fall from the sky.

"Senior Brother Qingyun, Senior Brother Qingyue, each take a step back. ”

The old man's face was thin, his skin was drooping, his hair was thin, and he was full of life, and if he didn't speak, he would have thought that he had crawled out of the grave.

"Harmony is precious!"

"This person is Elder Tuo Soul, the eldest disciple of Elder Mo Xu?!"

"I heard that he is older than Elder Mo Xudao!"

"Of all the disciples of Elder Mosu, he is the oldest to live. ”

"But the qualifications are also the most mediocre ......"

"It's useless for anyone to come today, counting today and the grievances from more than 20 years ago, we should also count it today!"

Qingyue snorted coldly, like a bell, shaking people's eardrums.

"Just what I want, come on, fight!"

The tip of the needle is against Maimang, and no one is willing to back down half a point!

"Hey, these are my masters, and they are also the meaning of your uncle's Elder Mo Dao.

He took out a sigil from his bosom, and a big word "will" flashed brightly.

"Truce!"

A faint voice came, but it made Chu Qingyun, Qingyue and the others all worship, because this was an unwarranted voice!

The golden word "will" burned, and finally turned into flying ashes.

"Let you go for the time being, and ...... later"

Chu Qingyun and Ye Xiu sneered, while Qingyue turned around in a chic manner and said to Mo Jun, "Mo Jun, did you hear the dog barking?!"

"Disciple heard!"

"So what to do?!"

"Beat to death with sticks!"