Abandoned Daughter Begins to Cultivate Immortality

Chapter 647 Mood!

The movement seemed extremely slow.

Although he seemed to be walking slowly, in the blink of an eye, Mo Tinggang's palm appeared in front of the sword.

Bang...bang...!
Two extremely dull voices sounded.

Mo Yang's face changed drastically and he was seen kicking and retreating dozens of feet. He opened his mouth and a mouthful of blood spurted out with a look of horror on his face.

And on Mo Yang's chest, a blood-red palm print suddenly appeared.

"It's so fast. One palm struck me, and the other palm attacked me. There was no gap between the two palms!" Mo Yang looked solemn.

"With your strength, I'm afraid it's not enough for me to draw my sword!"

On his back, there was a sharp sword!
Xia Chuxue's pupils shrank. She didn't expect that Mo Tinggang was also a swordsman. I wonder how far he has practiced?Have you realized the meaning of the sword?

For a moment, I was actually looking forward to fighting with him.

Yes, Mo Tinggang's worst skill is swordsmanship, but no one has ever asked him to draw his sword since the competition.

Under the ring, many disciples stared at Mo Tinggang on the ring in stunned silence. The speed of those two palms just now was unbelievable.

But soon many disciples looked excited.

"Mo Tinggang...Mo Tinggang..."

I don't know which disciple yelled, and many disciples immediately yelled excitedly.

"Is this the artistic conception he comprehended? The speed is so fast!"

Xia Chuxue's brows were getting darker and darker. The other disciples couldn't see clearly the two palms Mo Ting had just made, but Xia Chuxue could see them clearly.

What's more important is that the moment Mo Ting took out that palm, something seemed to flash through Xia Chuxue's mind.

"What is it? What on earth is it?" She growled in her heart!

On the Shenwu Continent, there are some geniuses with demonic talents who are able to break through in battle.

There are also geniuses. What can you learn from others just by watching them compete?
And Xia Chuxue belongs to this kind of genius.

The mystery that flashed in Xia Chuxue's mind was definitely related to the artistic conception displayed by Mo Tinggang.

"But...what exactly is it?" She frowned.

With this thought in his mind, he began to ponder.

"Mo Ting just used artistic conception. The artistic conception he comprehended is different from my sword intention. His artistic conception may be slow or fast, but my sword intention's attack power is unparalleled. Looking at it, Wu Dalu can rival it. There are very few artistic conceptions..."

These are two completely different moods.

in the end…

The artistic conception that Mo Tinggang comprehended was the artistic conception of happiness?Or is it the artistic conception of slowness?

While Xia Chuxue was thinking, the two bodies on the ring started to move again.

"Hmph, it's too early to say that I can't let you draw your sword now!"

Mo Yang roared, and his body suddenly moved at an extremely fast speed. However, compared with Mo Tinggang, it was like a snail and a hare, and it was completely different.

On the other side, Mo Tinggang still had a smile on his face, seemingly indifferent to Mo Yang's attack.

Seeing Mo Tinggang despise him so much, he couldn't help but show a look of anger on his face.

"Silly Technique... Crazy Flame Palm!" The spiritual energy in Mo Yang's dantian surged out of his body crazily, and the crimson color on his body became thicker and thicker, making him look like a man on fire.

There are a lot of flames floating in his hands. These flames can be seen with the naked eye, but they are invisible and qualityless, just like will-o'-the-wisps, giving people an extremely scary feeling.

At the same time, the entire arena seemed to be sinking into a quagmire, and everything began to collapse. Even Mo Tinggang's body was caught off guard, and his eyes almost sunk in.

With a roar, Mo Yang's body quickly rushed towards Mo Tinggang. His hands burning with flames also slammed down on Mo Tinggang, and a horrifying aura suddenly rose into the sky.

Under the ring, many disciples showed fear in their eyes. Some disciples with lower strength were even frightened by the aura released by Mo Yang, and their bodies couldn't help but stomp back a few steps.

"What a powerful momentum."

Xia Chuxue was also awakened from her silence, and looked at Mo Yang who was rushing towards Mo Tinggang with a solemn face.

On the ring, Mo Yang's hands burning with flames finally rushed in front of Mo Tinggang, and he was about to attack the opponent.

You must know that the power of Mo Yang's attack can definitely kill a monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul. Once the attack hits Mo Tinggang, he is afraid that Mo Tinggang will also be injured.

at this time…

Mo Ting stepped on the rolling mud under his feet, skimming over it like a dragonfly, and raised his hands suddenly. This time, his speed was even faster than before. As his hands moved, afterimages appeared on the ring, as if there were thousands of hands. At the same time, they attacked Mo Yang.

Bang bang bang bang... Mo Tinggang hit Mo Yang dozens of times in a row.

The attack on Mo Yang's palms had been invisibly broken by Mo Tinggang.

"This Mo Ting has a very high level of understanding. He is indeed the strongest among the new generation of disciples of the Mo family. He understood the artistic conception at the early stage of Nascent Soul." At the VIP table, the elder of Wanxian Sect exclaimed.

"Ordinary monks want to understand the artistic conception, and they must at least reach the stage of divine transformation. But Mo Tinggang is only in the early stage of Nascent Soul, and his potential is limitless!" A leader of the forces next to him nodded in admiration.

Not far away, a Mo family elder nodded secretly.

"Mo Tinggang's qualifications and talents are all from the top family. He has such an understanding in the early stage of Nascent Soul. It seems that he has practiced extremely hard and diligently. This son can be cultivated as the future pillar of the Mo family. As for Mo Yang, he is also a rare genius and can be used as a Elite disciple!"

"puff…"

Receiving this blow from Mo Tinggang, Mo Yang opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. His body flew dozens of feet away, and he lay under the ring with his chest heaving violently.

"You lose!" Mo Tinggang said calmly with his hands behind his back.

Mo Yang took a deep breath, smiled bitterly, stood up from the ground, bowed slightly towards Mo Tinggang, and said in a deep voice: "Thank you, senior brother, for showing mercy!"

Mo Tinggang nodded lightly.

Seeing this situation, Mo Yang didn't hesitate and turned around to leave.

Mo Yang knew in his heart that Mo Tinggang's dozens of consecutive attacks just now did not use all his strength, but the speed was strange. If he had used all his strength just now, coupled with the artistic conception, he would have been seriously injured at least.

Totally not an opponent.

There was an uproar under the ring, and many disciples looked at Mo Tinggang with admiration!
Mo Tinggang's strength far exceeded the expectations of many disciples, and even Mo Yang could not force him to his full advantage.

"I'm really looking forward to it. I don't know who can force Senior Brother Mo Tinggang to use his full strength. Maybe no one can force Senior Brother Mo Tinggang to use his full strength in this competition!" A disciple said with admiration.

"Nonsense, have you forgotten our senior brother Mo Zili? He is the number one among our disciples under 30 years old!"

Um... Only then did everyone remember Mo Zili.

It’s not that he doesn’t have the strength, it’s not that he didn’t get on stage, it’s just that this guy’s fights are just like playing. As soon as his opponent gets on stage, he kicks him out instantly without seeing anything!

This also fully illustrates Mo Zili's strength.

(End of this chapter)