Tomorrow is 515, the anniversary of the starting point, and the day with the most benefits. In addition to the gift bag and school bag, this time's "515 Red Envelope Flip" must be seen, how can there be a reason not to grab the red envelope, set the alarm clock high~

The Yuan Force spreads like the sea, the Piercing Soul Qi Sea leaps, the ability awakens, and the Yuan Force is released, which is for the Qi Sea Realm. For Wen Xiu, being able to detach Yuan Force from the body is a skill that only the Qi Sea Realm has.

On the other hand, the Wenxiu who can emerge at this moment, whether it is Han Bing or Wang Lingfeng, the strength at the peak of the Nine Grades of Ink already has the appearance of Yuan Force out of the body, which shows the power of the mutated stabbing soul. As the two of them suddenly erupted, Zhong Wenxiu exclaimed in surprise, and suddenly retreated into a hollow.

Looking from the high platform, in the three places of Moliang Squad, Wang Lingfeng's Squad, and Wang Shaoren's Squad, it was obviously empty.

The scholars wisely chose to avoid its edge.

However, will such a beast-like team give up the opportunity to hunt aggressively?

Although Wang Lingfeng stared at Mo Liang with mortal hatred, he also knew that he would win in the end, otherwise, it would not be good to be exploited by others when both sides were defeated.

Therefore, after the big melee began, the three teams began to sweep up frantically with themselves as the center.

"Fight!"

Mo Liang snorted and went out with the seven monsters of Wancun.

Electric light in one step, straight to the point, punching, strategizing. Directly in front, a Wen Xiu, who awakened the water ghost and stabbed the soul, retreated quickly, full of fear for Mo Liang and the others. However, Mo Liang stared at him at a glance, and the power of lightning bullied him.

A large group of people roared back, eight people divided into eight directions, and they were so arrogant that they ignored the mutual help of others.

Mo Liang's speed became faster and faster, staring closely at the water ghost stabbing soul Wen Xiu.

The water ghost was inky blue all over, his face was distorted and hideous, and a pair of black hole eyes exuded a deadly frost suction like a 10,000-year-old ice cave.

That Wen Xiu, who dares to stand in the middle of the martial arts arena, must also rely on it. At this time, seeing Mo Liangman's unreasonable oppression, he couldn't avoid it, and immediately a trace of anger appeared in his heart. "I'm really afraid that you won't succeed?" the man shouted violently and immediately stopped his figure, "Even the thorny grass pierces the soul, and you dare to be arrogant!"

Everyone retreated, and what they were afraid of was just Han Bing, who was separated from the body.

The man shouted, turned back, stabbed his soul, and entangled himself in a strange laugh.

Mo Liang laughed, "It's good to come!"

The meaning of the fist rolled, and the fist did not dodge or dodge, and met it. This punch, sparing no effort, already has the strength to enter the peak of the nine products.

Bang!

That water ghost Wen Xiu is also really powerful, and he also has the power that is close to the peak of the Nine Grades of Ink. The fists collided, bursting into a confrontation like lightning and sparks.

"But that's it!" Seeing Mo Liang's fierce momentum stagnating, the man immediately curled the corners of his mouth and shouted softly.

"Really?" Mo Liang leaned forward, and the incomparably fierce power was consumed, and he asked mockingly. His arm trembled slightly, and immediately his muscles and muscles shook, and the power of his own Ink Nine Rank Peak once again attacked back with the force of the opposing force.

Teng! The water ghost Wen Xiu's shocking gaze was revealed, and his feet loosened, and he flew out in an instant. At the same time, half of his body staggered to the ground numbly.

"What a powerful fist!" he muttered in shock, "However, compared to that pervert, you are not qualified to be alone!" As he spoke, his gaze swept over Han Bing, who was like a wolf entering a flock of sheep, and he couldn't help but shudder. He couldn't help but feel sad for those Wen Xiu in front of Han Bing...... "It's really unlucky!"

Thinking like this, he felt even more that although Mo Liang in front of him was also very powerful, it was nothing more than that. "It's so much easier to deal with you!"

"Up!" he shouted again, but it was already five people who rushed up again. His team was killed together.

Mo Liang's gaze also slowly withdrew from Han Bing's body, and he saw the five people who were menacing, "Tsk, people are good at being bullied, it's the same everywhere!" Han Bing chased people around, but you dared to surround me and fight fiercely. It's not a big deal, but it's a lot of work. There's another guy there, waiting for my life......"

With a helpless smile, Mo Liang's fist turned, and the indulgence of double amplification was already rumbling.

His eyes sank, "I'll take you and be the first guy to stand up!"

In the midst of the whispering, he saw that the five people seemed to have turned into one, and their fists, palms, legs and feet were like five sharp edges, attacking his chest.

"Give me back!"

One punch, another hook of wind and thunder. At the first kick, everyone only heard a click, and the man rolled and flew out like a flying axe. Moreover, Mo Liang did not pause, his arm and body shook, and the force of the recoil was once again discharged into more of his own strength, and swept out.

Bang bang!

The four of them were so frightened that they felt like they had hit a mountain, their organs shook, the wind was blowing in their ears, and they were already flying upside down in mid-air.

landed, and those Wen Xiu, who were a little lucky enough to stop and watch, fell down. There were also people who tried to catch them, but they were smashed out for the second time. With one punch, Mo Liang did not stand in front of him.

The water ghost Wen Xiu's whole body was very defensive, like the hard skin of a dead thing, like the soft flesh of the water waves, even so, a large mouthful of blood gushed out, and the ground was a shocking bright red! His ears were full of painful roars and curses, which sent chills down his spine.

"This person is clearly even more powerful than that Ice Silkworm Wen Xiu!"

Mo Liang and Han Bing, like the two fangs of a fierce beast, swung two deep gaps in the two corners.

With Mo Liang's terrifying punch, the fierce battle in the middle of the martial arts arena was stagnant. People looked at Mo Liang, who was slowly closing his fists and standing upright, and the sound of gasping and cool air was endless.

"What a pervert!"

This year's Sanctuary General Election has become a harvesting ground for perverts, looking at the three messy and irresistible teams, the young Tianjiao faces are full of bitterness. One by one, they couldn't retreat, they were in chaos, and Ulala retreated.

The team that originally seized the edge of the territory, but when they didn't have time to rejoice, they were squeezed and beaten out of the martial arts arena by Wen Xiu, who had fled from Wuyang.

It's a crush!

The audience on all sides quickly focused on the three teams, and the whole audience had become their one-man show.

"Let's join forces!"

The young Tianjiao, who was forced to be anxious, judged the situation and stopped fighting each other, and surrounded the three teams with the same hatred.

"Come!" Mo Liang smiled slightly, and strode out in a loud shout.

When the others shrank slightly and regrouped, they were about to break into the crowd alone.

Han Bing was also stunned when he saw his figure, and then immediately couldn't hide his smile, "This guy ......"

"Let's follow!" After speaking, the seven of them leaped forward and hung behind Mo Liang's tail.

Although Zhong Wenxiu said that they were the same enemy, in the face of such a fierce Mo Liang, no one dared to rush forward and test his edge. In cringe, Mo Liang made a gap, grabbed the two of them, grabbed the collar and swept up.

With people as swords, the two of them were red in shame and anger, but they had no power to resist.

Wherever Mo Liang rushed, people everywhere retreated in panic. Front and back, left and right, with Mo Liang as the edge and the seven monsters of Wancun as the arrow, the sharp arrows killed through the crowd again and again.

This astonishing sharpness made everyone's eyes follow Mo Liang. At this moment, even the light of Wang Lingfeng and Wang Shaoren was obscured.

Wang Lingfeng is fierce, but those Tianjiao disciples of the clan are far from the seven monsters of Wancun, and they don't give him a chance to worry about it at all.

And Wang Shaoren's puppet is even more interesting. It seems to have the powerful power of the Qi Sea Realm, but for some reason it is powerless, and it moves slowly, and even the Wen Xiu who has entered the ink stage can't grasp it. Looking at Mo Liang, who was so powerful, he almost hated it, "If it weren't for this kid snatching the Earth Fire Flame Marrow King that belonged to me, why would this Black Rock puppet be like this?"

- A puppet with the blood of a demon clone of the Earth Demons is incomplete. He has amazing defenses and attacks, but his movements are sluggish and waste-like.

Wang Shaoren is destined to enter the holy realm without worrying with a puppet, and if he wants to win the championship, it is hopeless.

Thinking of this, he looked at Wang Lingfeng and gritted his teeth. In his opinion, Hei San dared to oppose him and hand over the Earth Fire Flame Marrow King to Mo Liang, all of which were at the behest of Wang Lingfeng.

And in the far stands, the silent Hei San looked at Mo Liang in the field, his strength was fierce, and there was a smug smile in his eyes.

- It's just that for some reason, Mo Liang put away the pure gold instant waist card.

And Wang Lingfeng at this moment is not at all as Wang Shaoren thought. He watched Mo Liang enter a no-man's land, and he was in the limelight, and he almost hated it.

"This kid, how did he become so powerful in a year? But the load of indulgence is not something that ordinary people can bear...... Why the hell?"

He couldn't figure it out.

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