Bang!

The small yellow hill that Zhou Feihong incarnated into bombarded the place where Mo Yan was standing, and immediately knocked out a huge pit more than a foot deep on the entire bluestone ground, and the broken bluestone shot out everywhere like a meteor, hitting the walls of the surrounding courtyards, making a sound like gunpowder explosion.

Billowing smoke and dust floated up, enveloping the surroundings, but Zhou Feihong's figure was missing, and the face of Mo Yan, who was dodging on the side, changed, his figure flickered violently, and he retreated again and again, and at this time, an extremely cold voice suddenly sounded around him: "It's a pity it's too late!"

It turned out to be the small mountain incarnated by Zhou Feihong, and it did not disintegrate in the blow just now, but it was even more huge, and the bright yellow light reflected all around, within a hundred meters, like a yellow sun descending.

The "yellow hill" was lying in the low air, and appeared in front of Mo Yan as if ignoring the spatial distance, and the sharp peak of the mountain peak, aimed at his chest, and slammed into the past.

"Mountains and rivers are broken!"

Mo Yan clenched his fists and cast the second fist of the Enma Fist, he found that this layer of fist method seemed to be able to restrain the attack launched by the water attribute and the earth attribute true qi, the mountains and rivers were broken, the mountains and rivers were broken, there was no doubt that the mountains represented the earth, and the rivers represented the water, and it could be seen from the literal meaning that Zhou Feihong's mountains were pressed to the top and were bound to be suppressed by the broken mountains and rivers of the ink corpses.

Bang bang bang......

Mo Yan stepped forward, not retreating, but advancing, his fists like raindrops, bombarding out continuously.

In an instant, the sky was full of fist shadows, dense, like a raging storm, each punch had the violent energy of cutting off the long river and splitting the mountain, and the yellow hill incarnated by Zhou Feihong was swirling and rotating, trembling violently, and pieces of yellow "gravel" fell down.

This is not a real gravel, but Zhou Feihong's true qi has materialized to an extremely high level, almost refining the fake into the real and vaporizing everything, it can be seen that he is already at the critical point of the peak of the Qi refining realm, and he may be promoted to the Outer Realm at any time and become a real martial arts master.

"What's going on? Where's the loud noise?"

"Someone's fighting!"

"Let's go, let's see!"

The battle between Mo Yan and Zhou Feihong inevitably erupted into a loud voice, and soon attracted a large number of inner disciples to rush here, and on weekdays, the inner disciples were cultivating alone in their own caves, and rarely met, let alone clashed.

But now that there are people fighting fiercely, and the momentum is so huge, those inner disciples will naturally not let go of such an opportunity to observe, after all, watching others fight, learning experience, and increasing knowledge is also good for their own cultivation.

"This is impossible! You are only at the beginning of the Qi Refining Realm, how can you compete with me at the peak of the Qi Refining Realm?"

Blocked by Mo Yan's Enma Fist, the yellow hill incarnated by Zhou Feihong let out an angry roar, and suddenly rose into the sky, with the mountain peak facing upwards and the foot of the mountain facing down, with the momentum of Mount Tai pressing the top, towards Mo Yan.

The bottom of the hill was a full five meters square, and Mo Yan didn't have time to dodge for a while, but he didn't plan to dodge either.

There are inner disciples watching around, and it just so happens that he also intends to use this battle to completely make his reputation in the White Lotus Sect, and if he doesn't make a sound, he will be a blockbuster, and he has decided to make a name for himself!

"Hell Enma Shattered Mountains and Rivers!"

Mo Yan roared wildly, pneumatic mountains and rivers, the surface of the fist true qi gushed, the dull gray true qi, seemingly ordinary, but it exuded a strange and mysterious energy fluctuation, that is the power of death, above all powers.

Everything in the world, from the sun, moon and stars, heaven, earth, mountains and rivers, to ants and dust, flowers and trees, cannot escape the word "death".

Don't you see the vicissitudes of the sea turning into mulberry fields, and the universe has become chaos?

Even the heavens, the earth, the universe, the sun, the moon and the stars have the end of their lifespan, and they cannot escape the shackles of death.

Boom!

Mo Yan kicked his feet, jumped up, and soared into the sky, and the phantom of the Hell Enma appeared on the fist again, not only that, but the wailing of ten thousand ghosts and the sound of the demon crying faintly sounded around him, which was poignant and sharp, like crying and complaining, which made people feel frightened.

And the ground was already cracked, criss-crossing the green steel stone, under his foot, it exploded even more violently, the broken stones shot in all directions, and the inner disciples who were watching the battle from a distance were smashed by the broken stones, and suddenly their heads were broken and bleeding, their bones were broken, and everyone screamed and hurriedly retreated.

Zhou Feihong turned into a yellow hill and suppressed it with the momentum of Mount Tai, but Mo Yan did not dodge or dodge, and the whole person soared into the sky.

In an instant, a person and a "mountain" collided together.

Time, as if at this moment, stopped and all the sounds around it disappeared.

The wind stops, the clouds are quiet, and everything in the world freezes at this moment.

Click!

I don't know how long it has been, it seems like an instant, and it seems like tens of millions of years, there are cracks on the yellow hill that Zhou Feihong incarnates, and the speed is extremely fast, and it spreads all over the mountain in the blink of an eye, and finally the whole hill is like porcelain, and it bursts open.

The broken stone blocks condensed by the true qi fell to the ground, making a thumping sound, which was no different from real stones.

"Poof!"

Zhou Feihong, who was hiding inside the yellow hill, spurted out a mouthful of blood from the sky, his face became extremely pale, especially his feet and boots were shattered, and the flesh and blood of the exposed soles were blurred, and the white bones of the forest were faintly visible.

And Mo Yan's face was slightly pale, and his qi and blood were a little floating, but it was not a big problem, he did not land on the ground, but smiled coldly, grabbed Zhou Feihong's calf who flew upward, and quickly shook his whole person in his hand a few times, and then smashed it to the ground with all his strength.

Boom!

Zhou Feihong didn't expect Mo Yan to collide with him like this, but he still had some spare strength, and he couldn't dodge his body for a while, and then before he could react, he was thrown to the ground fiercely.

His body was already injured a lot, and at this time, he had a close contact with the hard blue steel stone ground, and he suddenly couldn't bear it, and the injury worsened again, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

At this time, Mo Yan slowly landed on the ground, looked at Zhou Feihong coldly, and a contemptuous smile appeared on his face.

"Ah...... I'm going to kill you!"

Zhou Feihong had been bullied like this, he was the number one junior master on the Hidden Dragon List, and countless elders had predicted that in less than a year, he would be able to be promoted to the Outer Realm and become a true disciple.

However, now he, a "quasi-true disciple", was beaten like a dead dog by an inner disciple, lying on the ground in embarrassment, while the other party stood in front of him in a good manner, looking at him condescendingly, and the contempt and disdain in his eyes were undisguised, as if he was looking at a toad who didn't know the height of the sky.

In addition, there were many outer disciples around watching and seemed to be pointing at him, which was tantamount to a huge shame for him, which immediately made Zhou Fei's pale face instantly congested and turned into a pig's liver color.

He let out a terrible roar, and despite his own injuries, he forcibly stood up, and madly urged the remaining true qi in the dantian, gathering it all on his two arms.

The bright yellow light was shining, and it was visible to the naked eye that a layer of rock armor appeared on Zhou Feihong's arm, which was covered with scales the size of copper coins, with sharp edges and flickering cold light, which seemed to be the scale armor on the body of a certain kind of demon beast, and there was a faint earth-shattering roar on it, which was shocking.