"Boy, give the old man death!" The short old man let out a sneer when the palm was slapped.

It wasn't until the palm wind struck, less than a zhang away from Jiang Mo, that the latter slowly raised a punch, which seemed slow to outsiders, but the speed of his punch was only strong and not weak compared to the speed of the short old man.

"Collapse Mountain Fist!"

With a light shout falling, the punch and the palm were slammed together under the gaze of everyone.

Bang!

A dull roar came from the place where the two of them met with fists, and in an instant, a ripple of energy visible to the naked eye spread out, even with the barrier of the protective shield, everyone felt that there was a strong wind blowing.

Kick, kick, kick!

Jiang Mo took dozens of steps back before he stabilized his body.

With his true strength, let alone taking dozens of steps back, even if the short old man attacked with all his strength, it might not make Jiang Mo take a step back.

It's just that if you use your real strength, it will be too boring, Jiang Mo simply suppressed his strength to a level similar to that of the short old man.

Moreover, it was the short old man who attacked first just now, so he naturally had some advantages.

The short old man's face changed slightly, and just now Jiang Mo threw a punch lightly, making him feel that the power was huge, just like a fierce beast.

Outside the venue, everyone couldn't help but exclaim when they saw this scene.

In their opinion, the short old man should have defeated Jiang Mo with one palm, but they didn't expect the latter to resist hard.

"Hmph, I see how many times this kid can resist!" the young master of the Blood Knife Alliance pursed his lips and said disdainfully.

The An Zuo envoy's eyes were slightly condensed, his strength had reached the realm of the Nine Star Martial Emperor, naturally he saw more than ordinary people, Yang Right Envoy seemed to have a slight upper hand, but in fact, it didn't seem to be the case.

"Could it be that that kid still has a way to hide?" An Zuo frowned slightly.

On the martial arts platform, Jiang Mo shook his fist and said to the short old man, "Come again." ”

The short old man snorted coldly, the soles of his feet were chopped on the ground, and his body was like an arrow off the string, and he rushed towards Jiang Mo again, this time, the momentum of his one-star martial arts sect was completely released.

The protective shield outside the martial arts platform was like a wave of water, and it was shocked by that terrifying momentum.

Jiang Mo clenched his fists, and his strong physical strength swam among his arms.

In the next moment, his fists rained down like raindrops, slamming down on the short old man who rushed towards him.

Knock, knock, knock......

The dull sounds, like bass drumsticks, continued to resound on the fighting platform.

The two exchanged lightning bolts, and soon separated.

This time, the onlookers saw that the emaciated young man in black didn't seem to take a step back.

"That guy has terrible strength. Even the right envoy of the Blood Sword Alliance was blocked by him. ”

"It's hard to say, the one from the Blood Sword Alliance, who has studied in the Martial Sect realm for many years, that young man may not necessarily win. ”

While discussing on the sidelines, fierce battles are fought inside the fighting ring.

As the battle continued, the short old man became more and more frightened, and he had almost exhausted all his strength, but the emaciated young man in front of him was still light and light, and he didn't feel any hardship.

Moreover, the short old man also noticed that his pressure was increasing, and the young man's offensive was like a vast ocean, and he couldn't guess when the next storm would appear.

In the third fight, it was the turn of the short old man to fall into the disadvantage, Jiang Mo urged the mountain collapse fist to the extreme, and the mountain-like momentum shrouded it, making the short old man's full body of Yuan Force operate, and it became extremely sluggish.

After seeing the short old man push out dozens of steps, there were bursts of exclamations outside.

Especially the young master of the Blood Knife Alliance, his face was extremely ugly.

"Damn, why is this guy so strong?" The most uncomfortable thing must be the short old man, in the time of a stick of incense, he barely has the upper hand, and the black-clothed young man opposite seems to be inexhaustible, and even his breathing is as smooth as usual.

"The old man wants to see how strong you are!"

As soon as the words fell, the short old man made a move in his palm, and a black iron spear appeared in his hand.

"It's a three-tasseled ghost head gun!"

"It is said that this ghost head spear is a seventh-order true martial weapon, and now that the one of the Blood Sword Alliance has even sacrificed this spear, I am afraid that the victory or defeat should also be revealed. ”

Many people recognized the origin of the gun in the short old man's hand, and immediately exclaimed.

Jiang Mo also felt that when the short old man took out his weapon, the temperature of the surrounding space seemed to have dropped a little.

In this regard, Jiang Mo's face was indifferent, and he saw that the black ancient giant sword behind his back flew out after a humming sound, suspended in the depths of Jiang Mo.

On the black ancient sword, there were cyan flames, and the terrifying high temperature released instantly completely dispelled the cold qi brought by the three-tasseled ghost head spear.

This time it was the turn of the short old man to be surprised, he glanced at Jiang Mo's Heavenly Punishment Ancient Sword more, and then Jiang Mo grabbed the hilt of the ancient sword, his figure flashed, and he swept over.

Qiang, Qiang, Qiang......

On the martial arts platform, the Heavenly Punishment Ancient Sword collided with the black spear, producing pieces of brilliant sparks.

Jiang Mo still used the Devil May Cry Sword Technique, this Sword Technique created by the Devil May Cry Sword Saint back then, as Jiang Mo's cultivation became higher and higher, when he used it, the power generated became greater and greater.

It was just an ordinary first-type --- and the aurora was like electricity, and thousands of brilliant sword shadows were wielded on the huge martial arts platform.

For a moment, onlookers outside couldn't see what was going on inside.

"Slash Marksmanship!"

Knowing that Jiang Mo's strength was extremely strong, the short old man suddenly used his strongest trick.

The short old man's breath surged, and finally poured it all into the three-tasseled ghost head gun.

Faintly, you can hear the roar of the ghost, causing the surrounding wind to gust.

"Hmph, pretending to be a ghost. Jiang Mo snorted coldly, and then said, "Look at how I break your marksmanship!"

After Jiang Mo took a deep breath, the Heavenly Punishment Ancient Sword slashed into a semicircle, and immediately slashed at the short old man in front of him.

In an instant, a thousand feet of white sword qi suddenly took shape.

The white sword qi tore through the ground of the martial arena, and it slammed down with a terrifying sound.

At this time, the short old man's face was covered with cold sweat, and in order to deal with Jiang Mo's sword, he almost exhausted all his strength.

"Slash Luo marksmanship--- slash Yama!"

The short old man suddenly let out a low shout, and a phantom image emerged from the spear.

If someone looks closely, they can see that the shape of the phantom is a huge grimace.

The grimace let out a terrible roar, and it collided with the thousand-zhang white sword qi that Jiang Mo had slashed down.

(End of chapter)