Chapter Ninety-Five: Fighting Mo Lao! Passion collides!

In the martial arts arena, Qin Changgeng and Mo Lao stood opposite each other, their posture was as tall as a pine.

The sharp gaze circulated with a faint brilliance, reflecting the shadow of the other party.

The different temperaments and standing postures reveal the same master demeanor, revealing a hidden and unrevealing majesty all over the body.

It is not moving like a mountain, but it is moving like thunder.

At this level, as long as the difference in each other's cultivation is not very big, any detail will determine the final success or failure.

In the face of Mo Lao's power of five turns and half saints, who had lived countless years, Qin Changgeng couldn't help but mention the spirit of twelve points to deal with.

The battle of a demi-saint-level powerhouse is not trivial, and even the aftermath is not something that the moon is gentle and the wind blows and snow can withstand.

Even if a Zhanzun Great Perfection like Yunyun approached rashly, he would vomit blood and retreat, and he would suffer a lot of injuries.

In order to avoid spreading to others, the role of the circle is manifested.

A golden light mask, like an upside-down bowl, covered the entire arena.

This is the Qin family's ground-level magic array, which can withstand the attacks of the half-saint powerhouse.

It will not be opened easily, and once it is opened, it will consume a huge amount of spirit stones.

The lower-grade spirit stone is not good, and the medium-grade spirit stone can only be said to be reluctant, and the high-grade spirit stone can only be fully operated.

However, for the spirit stone, for a top family like the Qin family, it was just a number.

Even if you use it too much, you won't feel anything, and the spirit stone warehouse that comes through various channels can't be put down.

You can also save some space with some.

Outside the magic circle, the moon was gentle and the wind blew the snow, one person was carrying a sword, and the other was holding a sword, looking at the magic circle with some curiosity.

It was the first time that the two of them had seen such a high-level magic circle, and they could feel the powerful protective power contained in it.

The mysterious and unpredictable patterns are everywhere, and the complex lines will feel dizzy after looking at them for a long time.

It can be seen that this array is extraordinary, and it is definitely not something that an idle person can comprehend the mystery.

And through this formation, everyone even more focused their eyes on the two people in the formation, and everyone was full of expectations.

"The battle of the demi-saints is very rare, you must understand it carefully." Yun Yun, who was wearing a white dress, her rosy lips opened slightly, and reminded beside her.

A pair of autumn-like eyes, through the magic circle, were placed on Qin Changgeng's body, surging with wisps of melancholy.

With Qin Changgeng's current strength, he is afraid that he will not be able to last long against Mo Lao and will be defeated.

I just hope that Mo Lao will give Qin Changgeng a face, and don't let Qin Changgeng lose too ugly in front of the gentle moon and the wind blowing snow.

The moon was gentle and the wind blew the snow in her heart, and she no longer paid attention to the magic circle, and looked intently at the two figures in the martial arts arena.

I also felt in my heart that the final result must be that Mo Lao could win, because the gap between the realms of the two was still quite large.

The two people in the field have not yet moved, but they have already stimulated their innate qi, and the aura of this heaven and earth has already shown signs of disorder.

The powerful qi machine traction turned out to be a change of color, and bursts of wild roaring came, causing the entire martial arts arena to fly sand and rocks.

A tide of aura was also formed, and even the magic circle was affected, producing some obvious fluctuations.

Such a confrontation did not last long, and was broken by Qin Changgeng's loud shout.

"Mo Lao, please advise!"

Qin Changgeng took the lead, containing the power of the soul-shattering spirit, spreading to the surroundings.

After a distance, the three people outside were boiling, and their spirits showed signs of instability.

Even though it is mainly aimed at Mo Lao, the scope is beyond the scope of the martial arts arena.

The faces of the three of them showed a look of horror, just one sentence was so powerful.

The half-saint powerhouse is really terrifying.

Mo Lao chuckled, unaffected in the slightest.

He raised his palm, and a condensed innate qi was as mighty as a galaxy pouring down from the sky.

With an incomparable might, he swept towards Qin Changgeng.

"Good time!"

Qin Changgeng did not retreat but advanced, and a dazzling golden light bloomed in a pair of dark deep eyes, turning into essence and bursting out directly.

It is said that it is a golden mang, but in fact, it is also composed of innate qi.

Vaporizing the golden mangs is a manifestation of the very skillful use of innate qi, which can generally only be mastered by high-turning demi-saints.

For this blow, Mo Lao's face showed a look of surprise, obviously he didn't expect Qin Changgeng to be able to use his innate qi to such a degree.

In terms of Qin Changgeng's age, he can be regarded as amazing.

The sharp golden rays were extremely penetrating, and they collided with the oncoming galaxy in the blink of an eye.

Two innate qi with different forms are intertwined, like thunder and fire, out of control.

A powerful shockwave swept in all directions, causing the mask to tremble violently.

The galaxy was half annihilated, and the golden mang was also a lot darker, but it still pierced the galaxy, like a lightning bolt across the void and rushed towards Mo Lao.

Taking a step forward, invisible ripples spread out from under Mo Lao's feet, and the half-remaining galaxy reversed and wrapped the golden mang, turning into a ball.

After devouring the golden mang, it fell into Mo Lao's palm, and was easily pinched by Mo Lao.

In the first meeting, Mo Lao had the upper hand.

"Qin Shao, come up with some real skills, otherwise you won't be able to last long under my hands."

Mo Lao spoke lightly, with unparalleled confidence in his tone.

When the demi-saint reaches the fifth turn, the innate qi in the body will show signs of liquefaction, and the power is not comparable to that of ordinary innate qi.

However, what Qin Changgeng cultivated was not an ordinary innate qi, but contained the characteristics of the Nine Yin Cold Poison.

In the case of surprise, I am afraid that Mo Lao will suffer a big loss.

Qin Changgeng's mind moved, and the ball floating in mid-air in Mo Lao's hand began to vibrate violently.

Using the power of the divine soul to feel the abnormal changes that occurred in the ball, Mo Lao's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly threw it out.

A fist wrapped in innate qi rushed straight at the same time as Mo Lao threw out the ball.

The timing is wonderful.

This fist was brilliant and kept approaching, automatically absorbing the surrounding aura, forming a whirlpool.

It seems to be able to tear everything, and the power is increased by three points out of thin air.

The ball exploded, and the furious innate qi spread out in all directions, cutting the ground and crisscrossing countless cracks.

made Mo Lao's figure a little embarrassed, and he couldn't maintain his previous calm and calm.

"In the innate qi, there is actually nine yin cold poison, how is this possible?"

How can two very different forces be blended together? This is completely contrary to everyone's understanding of innate qi.

Therefore, even the well-informed Mo Lao fell into a temporary loss of consciousness at this moment.