Call......

The momentum of the Martial Saint was like a hurricane, and under the control of Mo Tianxiong, it only swept away against Ding Ning.

The people around could feel the terrifying momentum of the Martial Saint, and if any of them were any of them, they could only kneel in the face of this momentum.

Now that Mo Tianxiong is angry, many martial cultivators want to see the picture of Mo Tianxiong shooting at Ding Ning.

"In front of us, he may be a strong man, but in front of the martial saint of Senior Mo, he still dares to be arrogant, and soon he will understand what is the truth that the strong have their own strong players, and a mountain is higher than a mountain. ”

"The madman is punished by the strong, and he is arrogant. ”

"Immediately, he had to kneel, the power of the martial saint, how could he resist. ”

The surrounding martial cultivators, who had everything to say at this time, most of them showed a sneering expression, thinking that Ding Ning couldn't make waves.

Mo Tianxiong simply pressed the momentum over, and in the face of a young man, it was not worth his real shot.

Momentum alone is enough.

The overwhelming momentum of the Martial Saint was like a monstrous wave, sweeping and enveloping Ding Ning, and although the people around him were not targeted, they could also feel the terrifying momentum of the Martial Saint on the side.

In the face of this momentum, even if they were not targeted, the legs of some martial cultivators began to weaken.

This is not a question of whether to fight for strength or not, but the coercion of the strong against the weak, just like the oppression brought about by the level of life, which will make people react involuntarily.

Many people have already sat down on the ground, and even worse, there is even a smell of commotion coming from their lower bodies.

It can be said that under this martial saint momentum, there are few martial cultivators who can still keep their faces unchanged.

Most of them, there is a feeling of heart-pounding.

And as more and more people sat down, people found that something was wrong, their legs were sore, why was Ding Ning okay?

Standing there like a person who had nothing to do, with a light smile on his face.

It's too much!

Obviously, he is the one who can bear the momentum of the Martial Saint the most, but now how do they feel that they are suffering the oppression of the Martial Saint's momentum here.

Mo Tianxiong had insight into this matter long before everyone else.

Ding Ning was on the cusp of his momentum oppression, and he could still maintain his unchanged expression, which made Mo Tianxiong have to pay attention to it.

"But I underestimated you, can you withstand this kind of pressure? In that case, I would like to see where your arrogant capital is. ”

Not being overwhelmed by momentum does not mean that the strength must be high, sometimes with his own perseverance, he can also do it, Mo Tianxiong did not regard Ding Ning as a real opponent, thinking that Ding Ning may have withstood it with his own perseverance.

The momentum was useless at the moment, Mo Tianxiong decided to take action in person, this time, it was not the momentum, but the real martial saint power.

He has already spoken, the martial saint cannot be humiliated, and now under the gaze of many people, he naturally wants to teach Ding Ning a cruel lesson.

Call............

With a big hand, there was no move, it was very ordinary, but it was the attack of the Martial Saint, this grasp had to clasp the back of Ding Ning's neck, and then pressed it to the ground.

It's over in an instant.

Neat.

After that, many martial cultivators showed shock, envy, and respectful looks.

This is the next picture that Mo Tianxiong is looking forward to in his mind, and it can be regarded as using Ding Ning to show his martial saint's divine power in front of many martial cultivators.

However, when his palm grabbed it, Mo Tianxiong was stunned, because he grabbed it empty, and he didn't catch Ding Ning's neck at all.

However, Ding Ning is right in front of him, he shouldn't be unable to catch it.

The other hand was also grasped.

Still pounced.

No way!

Mo Tianxiong lost his mind again, and immediately, he used both hands together, constantly grabbing forward, but every time, he grabbed empty.

didn't even touch the corner of Ding Ning's clothes.

"How can his speed be faster than mine?" Mo Tianxiong's eyes flashed, and he pounced, which could only show that Ding Ning had dodged in advance, and it could not be that he had a bad eye and grabbed the wrong direction.

A young man is faster than him, Mo Tianxiong is difficult to accept, this appearance is equivalent to the first shot after he was promoted to Martial Saint.

He is ready to shine in the competition for the Northern Heavenly King.

If he stumbled in front of Ding Ning, he, Mo Tianxiong, a new martial saint, would become a joke.

Thinking of this, Mo Tianxiong also sped up his speed, and at the same time, his strength was also greater.

In everyone's sight, Mo Tianxiong kept flashing, and Ding Ning seemed to have been standing there and never moved.

One minute.

Three minutes.

Five minutes.

Even ten minutes passed.

Mo Tianxiong still didn't catch Ding Ning's shadow, and all the people who watched it lost their minds.

What's the situation, Mo Tianxiong Martial Saint made a move, but he couldn't catch the corner of Ding Ning's clothes, this guy, is he even more powerful than Martial Saint?

Lie!

This is a fact that no one wants to believe, but if not, why hasn't Mo Tianxiong solved Ding Ning yet.

You know, now I only saw Mo Tianxiong rushing around there alone, and Ding Ning, from beginning to end, didn't even raise his hand.

The two of them, who is the Martial Saint?

A question that can't help but arise in everyone's hearts.

At this moment, Mo Tianxiong no longer regards Ding Ning as a weakling, he even thinks that Ding Ning, like him, is also a Martial Saint Realm, and the current situation does not allow him to think otherwise.

Otherwise, if it was a martial cultivator below the Martial Saint, he would have been killed thousands of times long ago.

But Ding Ning is still alive and well, and it also made him lose face in front of everyone.

"Why don't you make a move, do you want to hide for the rest of your life?"

Mo Tianxiong stopped, and pounced vigorously, which made him consume a lot of strength and make him feel like a clown jumping off the beam.

He only hoped that Ding Ning would dare to confront him head-on.

"Do you really want me to make a move?" Ding Ning smiled faintly.

"That's right. Mo Tianxiong is now holding back his depressed anger in his heart.

"Hehe......" Ding Ning smiled, laughing inexplicably.

"What are you laughing at, do you look down on me Mo Tianxiong?" Mo Tianxiong said.

Ding Ning explained leisurely: "It's not impossible for me to make a move, it's just that if I go down with this move, you will die." ”

Mo Tianxiong: "......"

Before, Ding Ning said that he was the oldest, but now he says again, if you go down, you will die.

He Mo Tianxiong wanted to shout, do the young people nowadays not take the older generation of martial cultivators in their eyes so much?

"You can kill me, I have nothing to say, let's shoot!" Mo Tianxiong said in a loud voice.

The corners of Ding Ning's mouth raised, and the next second disappeared from Mo Tianxiong's front in an instant, and when Mo Tianxiong only felt a pain in his chest, a fluttering word came from his ear: "As you wish." ”

Swish.

Ding Ning appeared in front of Mo Tianxiong's eyes again, as if he had just been hallucinating.

Mo Tianxiong was stunned for a moment, did he have auditory hallucinations just now?

However, the moment he lowered his head, his eyes suddenly widened.

In his chest, there was a hole of blood, bubbling out!

That scene is real.

(End of chapter)