"Can't help but make a move?"

Su Xuan's eyes were fierce, almost without thinking about it, a sword slashed out, forming a Dao sword light, and suddenly stabbed down.

Rumble!

A burst of bang resounded throughout the audience.

Su Xuan was repulsed, and every step back was on the ground, leaving a shallow footprint, and he took more than ten steps back, only then did he dissolve the power of his palm, and his body was a little embarrassed.

At the same time, the iron sword in his hand was also suddenly shattered.

There is no way, the strength of the ground-level powerhouse is too strong, and what he has in his hand is just a very ordinary sword, which can't withstand such power at all.

"Actually blocked?"

Mo Xuan sighed lightly, although he just made a random move just now, its power was enough to injure the master of the Xuan-level Great Perfection, but Su Xuan was repulsed and was not injured, which made him a little surprised.

Immediately, he shot again.

The palm of the hand was slapped out, and the true qi was like the substance, and it erupted thinly.

Su Xuan quickly took out an iron sword from the storage ring, repeated the skill, and slashed out a sword again.

Suddenly, a huge force came down from that palm power, and the body burst back dozens of steps again, and the strength of the ground-level powerhouse was indeed terrifying.

On the iron sword, a Dao crack appeared again.

But it's still blocked.

Mo Yan's face was completely gloomy, if it was said that the first move was taken over by an accident, then the second move just now could not be explained by an accident.

Failed to shoot twice in a row, which made him look a little uncomfortable.

"Hmph, I'd like to see how long you can escape."

With a cold snort, Mo Yan directly used ten percent of his strength.

Boom Boom!

slapped forward three palms in a row, and with the extra wisps of energy, cracks appeared in the houses and ground around the alley, and the three palm prints struck, shaking the ground and rolling smoke.

Three strikes in a row, with extreme oppressive force.

This move, not to mention Su Xuan in the early stage of the Xuan level, even if it is a Xuan level Great Perfection, it is enough to be bombarded into scum.

"Lone Wind Sword Technique!"

Su Xuan shouted violently, no longer retreated, and instantly cast the Lone Wind Sword Technique, the sword moves continued, and several sword lights on his chest quickly formed, with a touch of sharp meaning, flashing rapidly from the sword body, and the three palms were fighting together.

"Sword Intent?!"

Mo Yan felt an unusual aura, this sharp aura, he was no stranger to it, it was the rumored sword intent!

"Comprehend the sword intent, you are actually still a sword cultivator!" His face changed.

If before, Mo Xuan still had the heart of playing, and he didn't want Su Xuan to die so easily, after knowing that he comprehended the sword intent and was a sword cultivator, Mo Yan directly changed his mentality, and made a full move, determined to kill Su Xuan in his palm.

In an instant, the cultivation of the prefecture level completely exploded.

Although he didn't use his martial arts, his power was not something that any Xuan-level martial artist could handle!

Bang.

As soon as the palm fell, the iron sword in Su Xuan's hand shattered again, and his body was directly knocked away, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

There is no way, in the early stage of the Xuan level, and the ground level, the gap is still too big.

And what he has in his hand is just an ordinary iron sword, which is difficult to withstand such a powerful attack.

"Hahaha." Mo Yan laughed out loud: "Although the sword intent is powerful, your realm is too weak to pose any threat to me at all, it seems that you only have this means, which really disappoints Deacon Ben." ”

"Really?" Su Xuan stopped suddenly, not only did he not have any panic on his face, but also showed a sneer, "I forgot to tell you that just now, I was just borrowing you to practice, and the real battle is only starting now." ”

"What?" The figure of Mo Yan paused.

The next moment, I saw Su Xuan suddenly surge with an inexplicable force, and his breath was high.

Waves of strange dark red energy surged from behind, and at the same time, behind him, a dark red mysterious Dao pattern appeared, which was hideous and complex, as if it exuded some kind of ancient desolate atmosphere, which was soul-catching.

It is the power of the gluttonous god pattern!

The gluttonous divine pattern is the first kind of magic in the Nine Turns God Magic Technique, which can explode a hundredfold power in an instant, and in the face of the pressure of the ground-level powerhouse, Su Xuan finally used this method of pressing the bottom of the box.

At the moment of urging, Su Xuan's blood boiled, and even his hair turned into a bloodthirsty color, and his eyes erupted with bloodthirstiness.

It gives people an extremely strange feeling.

"Mystic? Not only have you comprehended the sword intent, but you have also cultivated the secret arts!! ”

Mo Yan's eyes shrank suddenly.

Whether it is sword intent or secret art, it is extremely rare, and having any of them can be called geniuses, but now, this kid actually has two, how can he not be shocked?

This kid must die!

The thought flashed, and Mo Yan's face was full of murderous intent.

"Boy, what if you use secret techniques to forcibly improve your strength? The horror of a ground-level powerhouse is not something you can imagine. ”

Su Xuan ignored it, and rushed at Mo Yan with a punch.

"Fuhu Fist!"

In an instant, Su Xuan's strength skyrocketed a hundredfold, although this Fuhu Fist was only a yellow-level top-grade martial art, but with the blessing of the gluttonous divine pattern, it seemed to have a trace of the artistic conception of a desolate giant beast.

"Roar!"

A punch was blasted out, shaped like a tiger descending the mountain, fierce and domineering.

"Not good."

Mo Yan was shocked, and the secret path was not good.

The power of this punch actually made him feel a very obvious threat, especially on the fist print, with a trace of the aura of ancient desolation, which made him palpitate even more.

"War elephants gallop to the ground!"

In the midst of the lightning, Mo Yan had to turn around his true qi and used martial arts for the first time.

Spirit-level low-grade martial arts, war elephant nine fists!

"Aang!"

A low elephant groan sounded, and the true qi of Mo Yan's whole body continued to pour into his fist, forming a brute elephant fist print.

Rumble!

The next moment, a tiger, an elephant, and two completely different fist prints collided together, producing an earth-shattering explosion, and one after another invisible power fluctuations, centered on the two of them, spread out to the surroundings.

Just the aftermath of the battle caused people within a range of tens of zhang to be hit hard, and several of them with low cultivation were directly shocked to death.

Neck and neck!

"Again."

Before Mo Xuan could slow down, Su Xuan punched again, full of fighting spirit and momentum.

Bang bang bang.

In a flash, the figure is directly close to the body, close to the body, close to the hand-to-hand combat.

The fist moves opened and closed, and the gluttonous divine pattern shone brightly, emitting bursts of dark red light, and the power of each punch was enough to reach 10,000 catties, and the momentum was terrifying.

Mo Xuan also punched to meet the attack, and the two fists kept colliding, forming a terrifying wave of qi, however, at this moment, Su Xuan, with the blessing of the gluttonous divine pattern, was full of qi and blood, and his body was extremely strong.

Click.

With a slight explosion, the body guard ......

It's broken!

"It can actually break through my body protection."

Mo Yan stepped back in embarrassment, his face full of horror.

With one successful blow, Su Xuan was unforgiving.

The gluttonous divine pattern behind him was urged to the extreme, and the power of the divine pattern turned into a surging true qi, constantly pouring into the fist, and in an instant, another punch blasted out.

Mo Yan hurriedly responded, fist to fist.

The two opened and closed widely, fighting fast, and in the blink of an eye, they exchanged more than ten moves, but Mo Xuan, who was a ground-level powerhouse, did not get the slightest advantage, on the other hand, Su Xuan, but the more he fought, the more fierce he became, and his momentum was like a rainbow.

Shocked by the shock, when Mo Yan made a move, there was a flaw.

"Good opportunity."

Su Xuan's eyes lit up, and the dark red energy instantly gathered on the iron fist.

Rumble!

A punch was thrown out and hit the opponent in the chest.

"Poof!"

Mo Yan's body was violently repulsed, and he spat out blood in a big gulp, his face full of disbelief. hundredfold