Kick, kick, kick! Whenever Mo Wuxian stepped on a staircase, the sound of heavy footsteps, even if they were far away, could set off a huge wave in everyone's already surging hearts.

However, just as Mo Wuxie's own battle qi was competing with the earth dragon that the power of the leylines had turned into, the momentum of his own battle qi was also constantly increasing. Perhaps unintentionally, Mo Wuxian himself has also merged into that momentum. It can be seen that the pale yellow earth dragon is gradually dissipating under the momentum of Mo Wuxie!

"Huh?!" Looking at Mo Wuxian's state of being hidden at the moment, the several figures in the sky above all showed confused or shocked expressions, because for Mo Wuxian's state at this moment, they were all old monsters who had lived for thousands of years.

Fight, fight, fight! Mo Wuxie in this state at this moment, only this one word is constantly repeating in his heart, even if there are thousands of troops in front of him, he will be turned upside down! This obsession in his heart has already made Mo Wuxie's own battle spirit show that insignificant change.

Kick!"Ah~!The last ten!" I don't know when, this exclamation woke up all the martial artists, including Mo Wuxie who was in a state of selflessness.

"Is the last ten extreme?" Mo Wuxie, who was sober, looked at the calm front and said lightly, "Listen to what Lei Da said, among the hundred steps, the first ninety are not the same as the last ten. ”

"These first ninety steps are the power of the leyline, I'm afraid that the last ten steps are the power of the heavenly might!" Mo Wuxian affirmed in his heart, because at this moment, he could already feel the wrath of the heavenly might.

"Boy, the power of heaven is not comparable to the power of the leylines, I don't know if you have already created a miracle and can go to any point!"

"Ah~!" The next moment, everyone just heard Mo Wuxie's roaring voice, and vaguely saw Mo Wuxian who was vaguely half-kneeling on the last ten steps.

"Is this the power of heaven?" Looking down at the half-kneeling legs that were constantly trembling, Mo Wuxian bared his teeth and said lightly, the pain he was suffering at the moment was no less than the pain caused by his physical body resisting the purple gold thunder.

The power of heaven above these ten steps was a hundred times stronger than that that Lu Qingyun brought him, even if Lu Qingyun's power power at that time was not fully released. It can be seen from this that the power of heaven above these ten ladders is left by what kind of strong man.

Through the black robe, Mo Wuxian could clearly feel that the skin of his whole body was already cracked and opened, and the blood vessels in his body couldn't help but explode.

Raising his stubborn face and looking at the white divine dragon that the power of heaven had turned into, the corners of Mo Wuxian's mouth suddenly crossed a smile, "What about the power of heaven! If I Mo Wuxian succumbs to the power of heaven, how can I talk about changing my life against the sky, how can I talk about the supreme road!"

Click! Click! Mo Wuxie's trembling legs were already slowly standing up, and the sound of bones breaking was terrifying, and people's hearts were filled with chills!

Thinking about the bloody lesson, thinking about the pain of watching his family fall, thinking about the feeling of weakness and powerlessness. The battle qi and desolate qi in Mo Wuxie's body had already fused together.

The heavy sound of the heartbeat, like the fuse of the gunpowder explosion, rushed to Mo Wuxie's head like lightning. Mo's innocent eyes opened with lust at this moment! Endless sparks sparked.

The fused golden qi had already turned into a golden dragon circling around Mo Wuxie's body, and all the momentum that was not there was also merging in.

"Hah!" With Mo Wuxie's low shout, the trembling legs were already standing upright.

With Mo Wuxie's hands together, the hovering golden dragon had already turned into the appearance of the Xuanhuang War Sword in the dantian, and was tightly held by Mo Wuxie. The momentum at this moment can be called the momentum that the Xuanhuang battle body really has.

"Break the sky! Slash!" The Xuanhuang war knife condensed in Mo Wuxie's hand had already slashed towards the white divine dragon that had all eyes on it. That kind of invincible momentum made the white divine dragon without any spirituality shocked.

The white divine dragon that had been transformed by the power of the heavens was motionless in the face of Mo Wuxie's powerful momentum. Like a thin veil, torn apart by the golden knife, turning into white mist, drifting away.

"This son has such a tenacious martial arts heart, just the Yellow Rank Nine Rank can not be afraid of the power of heaven left by the realm of the half-step Martial King. Above, the white figures finally spoke at this moment.

"Even if this kid is not a king, with this tenacious heart, it will be easy to achieve the position of martial king in the future. A middle-aged man said, "This disciple Lao Tzu is going to be decided, and none of you can rob Lao Tzu." ”

"Hmph, why are you decided, such a disciple will be ruined in your hands. However, for the middle-aged man's words, the other figures snorted coldly.

"Hehe, don't worry, this kid will definitely choose Lao Tzu, because in this Night Snow Sword Sect, except for Lao Tzu and the master, you all use swords, and that kid must be a warrior with a sword. However, for the cold snorting of these figures, Ye Wenchong was confident.

"Hey!" Looking at the five figures in front of him, Ye Tianxing shook his head helplessly, sighing in his heart. Although at this moment, he also wants to accept Mo Wuxian as a disciple, but he really has no right to speak at this moment!

The five figures in front of him, whether in terms of strength or status in the Night Blood Sword Sect, were not comparable to his Night Sky Walk. But looking at the expressions of several people at this moment, Ye Tianxing is also funny.

On weekdays, none of these five people is as cold as ice and silent. However, today he is fighting for a yellow-rank nine-rank kid, if it is known by the disciples of the Night Snow Sword Sect, I don't know what kind of expression it will be!

"Hmph, fourth, even if you use a knife, this kid will be ruined in your hands. A middle-aged man said coldly to Yewen again.

"Hmph, even if Lao Tzu gives it to you, do you want this kid to practice sword fighting skills. As for the middle-aged man's words, Ye Wenchong also snorted coldly.

"Fourth, you don't have to worry about it, we will go to the master for the sword skills. The middle-aged man replied lightly.

"Night culture, you have to rob me, right? Ye Wenchong was already angry at this moment, "Then let me see what progress you have made over the years, whoever wins today will take this kid away." ”

Saying that, Ye Wenchong's momentum of the half-step martial king has gradually emerged, looking at the night culture, the fighting spirit has come.

"You don't have to fight, this kid wants it. However, at this moment, a clear voice sounded.

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