"What other moves, use them, otherwise, you won't have a chance. Mo Zhiyao's eyes flashed, and he said coldly.

"You!" Mo Haoming's previous composure was gone, his expression was unprecedentedly excited, and the momentum around him was faintly showing signs of instability.

"Split the Sky Claw!" Mo Haoming roared angrily, his arms stretched out, his fingers flexed into claws, a faint silver light flashed on the palms of his hands, and above his left arm, a halo loomed, clearly visible through his sleeves. Mo Haoming, who was furious, finally showed all his strength.

All the children of the Mo family who are promoted to the realm can obtain a martial art. Mo Haoming's "Split Void Claw" was given by his family when he was promoted to the Qi Gathering Realm. As for the new exercises obtained from the promotion to the Spiritual Transformation Realm, he has not yet started practicing them because of the short time he has had.

And Mo Zhiyao came back this time, firstly, to get back his father's relics, and secondly, to ask the clan for the exercises he deserved.

His arms were slightly bent, Mo Haoming's figure was lowered, his eyes were shining, staring at Mo Zhiyao tightly, and the momentum of his whole body was surging and mighty, like an angry wave, pressing towards Mo Zhiyao wave after wave.

Mo Zhiyao didn't seem to feel Mo Haoming's fierce momentum, his expression did not fluctuate at all, just one hand was behind, the other hand was in front, and he looked at Mo Haoming coldly.

"A hundred claws tear the sky!" Mo Haoming was full of momentum, his eyes suddenly widened, and he rushed out like lightning with force under his feet. The claws danced into the sky, enveloping Mo Zhiyao in it.

The sound of cracking the air brought by the claw strength was piercing, making people feel chilled. Speed and strength are the limits of what Mo Haoming can play now.

Hundreds of claw shadows, all with a cold strong wind, grabbed at Mo Zhiyao, making it difficult to distinguish the real body, and there was no way to prevent it.

"Hmph!" Mo Zhiyao snorted coldly, with disdain and mockery in his eyes. "Stupid!"

"Stupid!" the same comment came from the mouths of the other three patriarchs and Jun Ziqian.

"Haoming, this kid, is mad. Mo Wanjun's brows furrowed, and there was disappointment in his eyes.

"Alas. Great Elder Mo Tianyuan didn't say anything, just sighed and shook his head slightly.

The fact that Mo Zhiyao was able to hit Mo Haoming's palm in an afterimage, which showed that Mo Haoming's attack speed had no effect in front of Mo Zhiyao.

If Mo Haoming chooses to fight Mo Zhiyao directly, there is still a glimmer of hope of winning. It's a pity that he still fights for speed, and there is no hope of even half a point.

"Smack!" Through the dazzling afterimage, Mo Zhiyao's palm accurately grabbed Mo Haoming's wrist, and the claw shadow in the air immediately dispersed.

"Peng!" As soon as the horror in Mo Haoming's eyes swelled up, his figure was swept over his head by Mo Zhiyao and smashed to the ground!

"Poof!" Mo Haoming spewed out a small mouthful of blood mist from his mouth, and the place where his body came into contact with the ground was covered with fine cracks like spider webs.

"Huh!" a black mang burst out of Mo Haoming's hand like a poisonous snake and stabbed Mo Zhiyao's chest. is worthy of being the first person of the young generation of the Mo family, Mo Haoming's reaction is extremely fast, although he is hit and at a disadvantage, he can still make a counterattack at the first time.

Mo Zhiyao let go of his palm, retreated like a ghost, avoided Mo Haoming's attack, landed two feet away, and stopped to stand.

Turning over and jumping up, Mo Haoming faced Mo Zhiyao directly, his face was gloomy, and there was a sharp glint in his eyes. Holding a black spear in his right hand, golden arcs are like small snakes, constantly jumping on the body of the spear.

"The power of the golden spirit?" Mo Zhiyao's pupils moved slightly, his expression was slightly solemn, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was obviously full of irony: "What?

The so-called "reincarnation" realm is to transform the spiritual power in the body into a specific attribute. Between heaven and earth, there are many attributes of aura. Water, fire, thunder, wind, metal, light, darkness, poison.

Before the spiritual realm, the aura attributes in the human body were mixed and impure, and there were all kinds of both. After the reincarnation, one should concentrate on one and select the one that is most suitable for one's own development and practice it.

In a monk's life, there is only one chance to choose the aura attribute to be practiced, and once chosen, it can never be changed. Therefore, every monk will choose carefully and carefully.

Mo Haoming obviously chose metallic spiritual power.

Metallic spiritual power, main killing, sharp, sharp attack, can greatly increase attack power.

The noise in the entire martial arts arena receded like a tide, and all the people who had shouted hoarsely before watched the battle were all as if they had been suddenly choked by the neck, and they shouted again.

The blood stains at the corners of the mouth, the scattered bun, and the slightly embarrassed demeanor are showing a jaw-dropping scene. Mo Haoming, who is known as the most outstanding genius of the younger generation in Iwaki, was completely overwhelmed by a well-known "waste", and with only one hand, he vomited blood!

It must be known that in the entire clan competition, even in the last competition, Mo Haoming was not hurt in the slightest, let alone took out his weapon.

"Is that true? Mo Haoming was actually injured by Mo Zhiyao?" a clansman with a dull face whispered to his companion beside him.

The companion next to him swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, his face full of astonishment. "Mo Zhiyao only used one hand......"

"When did that piece of waste become so aggressive? Isn't he just three human tattoos?"

"From this point of view, Mo Zhiyao is really likely to defeat Mo Haoming. ”。

Whispering, although everyone's voice is not loud, becomes clear and audible when they converge in one place. Mo Haoming's face became extremely ugly, and his face became hideous.

"Little waste, I admit that I underestimated you, you did give me a big surprise. In just half a year, you have entered the country like this, which is really beyond my expectations. Mo Haoming stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the look in his eyes became as sharp as a knife. "However, if you want to win me, in the next life!"

"Snort!" Mo Zhiyao looked at Mo Haoming with disdain, and his expression became a little impatient. "A lot of nonsense, whether I can win you or not, I'll know right away!"

"Smack!" The sonic boom sounded, Mo Haoming's expression was fierce and he stopped talking. The black gun with the golden mangs was like a firework blooming in front of the chest, bursting out with dazzling gunfire, and it shrouded Mo Zhiyuan in an instant.

The strong wind passed by, and the whistling sound made people tremble, and every bit of gunfire crossed an arc, like a mountain torrent, stabbing the sky and the earth towards Mo Zhiyao.

Mo Zhiyao's eyes narrowed, and the extremely fast gunpower fell in his eyes, becoming traceable, and among the thousands of gun shadows, where the true trace was, he couldn't escape Mo Zhiyao's sharp gaze that saw everything.

Like a ghost, Mo Zhiyao became as if he didn't have half a weight, swaying like catkins. Like a light boat in the angry waves, it seems to be extremely dangerous, but in fact, it is just drifting with the tide and not overcome.

Mo Haoming's attack was as fast as a storm, but unfortunately he didn't even touch the corner of Mo Zhiyao's clothes.

"Break!" Mo Zhiyao shouted, his jade-like palm turned into a knife, breaking through the layers of gun shadows, and directly taking Mo Haoming.

Mo Haoming's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly turned the body of the gun, crossed in front of him, and blocked Mo Zhiyao's hand knife.

"Boom!" There was a crisp sound, with a metallic trill, and in everyone's surprised eyes, Mo Zhiyao's hand knife slashed on the body of the black gun, and unbelievable things happened.

The black spear was broken in the center, like rotten wood, without the slightest resistance. Mo Zhiyao's palm was castrated, and it was patting on Mo Haoming's chest.

With a miserable snort, Mo Haoming's blood spurted wildly, and his body burst out like a cannonball, rubbing a deep trench against the ground, and was repelled at least nearly ten zhang away, and then he barely stopped.

Mo Zhiyao withdrew his palm, did not pursue, and looked at Mo Haoming who fell to the ground with a sneer. "Are you still coming?"

Letting go of the black gun that was broken in two in his hand, Mo Haoming struggled to get up, stroked his chest with one hand and pestle the ground with the other, the look in his eyes was shocked, surprised, unwilling, and resentful.

On the main stage, the four masters and the twelve elders of the Mo family had different expressions, but what they had in common was that they were all full of surprise. All of a sudden, the entire martial arts arena was silent, and the needle drop could be heard.

"Impossible, this is impossible!" Mo Lang looked at the black-clothed figure in the field as if it was instantly filled with heaven and earth, his hands and feet were cold, and his scalp was numb.

From beginning to end, with only one hand, he beat Mo Haoming to a serious injury like an understatement, is this still that useless waste? Is this still the down-and-out teenager who is bullied by others?

"No, no! It's not true, it's not!" Mo Haoming's body trembled, and he couldn't accept this fact at all. Defeated by this waste hand that he didn't even look at out of the corner of his eye, the difference between falling from the sky and the earth made Mo Haoming have the illusion that everything was unreal.

"No, how could I be defeated at the hands of you waste? No way, this can't be!" Mo Haoming shouted like a madman, his expression was crazy, and his eyes were filled with madness.

Looking at Mo Haoming, who was crazy, a disdainful sneer appeared on the corner of Mo Zhiyao's mouth, and he took a step aside, standing there without hesitation, and his eyes were fully revealed.

"Yes, you can force me to this point, you are the first person, just by this point, you are enough to be proud!" Mo Haoming looked crazy, and the corners of his bloodstained mouth rose, looking cold and fierce. "But the victory is still mine! I want you to know that you will always be a waste in front of me!"

Hearing Mo Haoming's words, the smile on Mo Zhiyao's face became more and more evil, but the coldness in his eyes could almost freeze the void, and the aura of forest emanating from his body made the entire martial arts arena feel like falling into an ice cave.

"Hanshan Stone, press me!" Mo Haoming's palm flipped over, and a stone that was no more than the size of a fist, and the whole body was pitch black and deep, suddenly flew out and went straight to Mo Zhiyuan.

The black stone rose in the storm, and it turned into a huge mountain rock with a radius of 100 zhang between breaths, like a mountain, with the momentum of crushing everything, and pressed down on Mo Zhiyao's head!

Mo Haoming got the magic weapon of the clan, the cold mountain stone!