Abandoned Daughter Begins to Cultivate Immortality

Chapter 659 Mo Ting just lost
Mo Zili came to his senses. Hearing this, he smiled and shook his head slightly, sighing: "You understand the artistic conception and you are indeed qualified to let me take action, but... I'm afraid it won't be that easy to defeat me."

"Then give it a try!" Mo Tinggang snorted.

As he spoke, Mo Tinggang slashed down at Mo Zili with the broadsword in his hand, imbued with his understanding of the artistic conception.

Mo Zili slowly pulled out a light blue sword behind him and looked at Mo Tinggang with a slightly solemn expression.

He knew how powerful the artistic conception was, and he didn't dare to be careless in the slightest.

next moment……

The light green sword in Mo Zili's hand suddenly thrust forward. The speed seemed extremely slow, but in less than a blink of an eye, Mo Zili's sword appeared in front of Mo Tinggang.

"cut!"

Seeing this situation, Mo Tinggang did not hesitate at all. He controlled the sword in his hand, accelerated his speed and slashed hard at Mo Zili.

"Defeat" Mo Zili shouted softly.

boom!
Then a dull sound sounded, and a huge light blue wave formed on the entire arena, covering the entire arena, making it impossible for outsiders to see what was going on inside.

However, the light blue light wave quickly disappeared. When everyone saw the situation inside clearly again, Mo Tinggang was already holding the big knife in one hand and breathing heavily. The clothes on his body had now turned into pieces of cloth. His hair was disheveled and he looked very embarrassed.

Mo Zili, on the other hand, was still standing firmly on the ring. His clothes were also a little tattered, but he didn't seem to be greatly affected by the blow just now.

"I lost." Mo Tinggang smiled bitterly, "Even my artistic conception can't do anything to you!!"

Mo Zili shook his head and said

"No, if I'm not wrong, you should have understood the artistic conception not long ago, and you don't have much mastery now. If you understand the artistic conception deeper, I'm afraid it will be harder for me to defeat you!"

Yes, if Mo Ting had understood the artistic conception more deeply, he would not be able to catch up even if he just chased him, let alone fighting.

The power of artistic conception is not something that ordinary people can imagine.

Mo Ting just took a breath and said nothing more. In any case, he lost this battle.

"Mo Zili wins!" The referee took a deep breath and announced the result loudly.

Obviously, he was also shocked by Mo Tinggang's sudden artistic conception and Mo Zili's powerful strength.

Whoa!
There were many disciples around the arena, and the disciples suddenly became agitated.

Mo Ting had just realized that the power of artistic conception was extremely powerful, but under such conditions, he still couldn't resist Mo Zili?

"Senior Brother Mo is indeed the number one under the age of 30. Even Senior Brother Mo Tinggang, who understands the artistic conception, can't do anything to him."

"It seems that the first place in this competition is none other than Senior Brother Mo Zili."

How powerful is the artistic conception of speed and slowness?Wasn't he defeated by Mo Zili?

In the eyes of many disciples, Mo Zili is definitely number one in this year's inner sect competition.

Among the crowd, Xia Chuxue looked at Mo Zili on the ring and began to think deeply.

This guy's strength is truly a monster!No wonder the elders didn't say anything when they were reviled like that.

However, Mo Tinggang's fast and slow artistic conception is indeed powerful. It seems slow but is actually fast. This time, I still can't tell whether it is a fast artistic conception or a slow artistic conception.

Xia Chuxue shook her head fiercely, "Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. When the time comes to fight Mo Tinggang, I will naturally be able to understand what I need from his artistic conception."

Without thinking much, Xia Chuxue turned around and walked straight out of the square.The next match will be against Mo Tinggang, and he must make full use of his time to consolidate his cultivation.

At this point in the group competition, almost everyone was shocked. Unexpectedly, the ones with the highest scores so far were Mo Zili, Mo Tinggang and Xia Chuxue.

She actually made it into the top three!

And the score is only one point less than Mo Tinggang.

The key is that Xia Chuxue's group match is not over yet, and Mo Tinggang is left to compete alone with Xia Chuxue.

This arena match can be said to be the decisive match. If he wins, Mo Tinggang will be the real second place. If he loses, he will be overtaken by Xia Chuxue.

Tomorrow is also the last day of the arena competition, and it is also the final battle between various talented evil disciples for the first place.

Time passed quickly, and the night passed.

The next day, many disciples got up earlier, all trying to get a better position to watch the final game.

Today, the No.1, No.2, No.3, and other top [-] rankings of this competition will be announced one by one.

Similarly, what everyone is most looking forward to is the group match between Mo Zili, Mo Tinggang and Xia Chuxue.

They had never been optimistic about Xia Chuxue before, but every time they denied her, they would be slapped in the face. While everyone felt that Xia Chuxue had reached her limit, they also expected that she would come up with unexpected tricks.

"If there is anyone who has not used a trick, it should be Senior Brother Mo Zili and Senior Sister Xia Chuxue. If you say that the relationship between them is like that, will Senior Brother Mo Zili let it slip?"

"Are you kidding? Showing off? If there is a fight between geniuses, it would be an insult to the opponent."

In a gorgeous room, a beautiful woman beat everything in the room to pieces.

"Xia Chuxue, Xia Chuxue...why did you win? Waste...waste...waste...can't even beat Xia Chuxue, Xia Yu'er, I won't make it easy for you! Just wait and see!"

This person was none other than Mo Ying, and her eyes that were usually full of beauty were filled with viciousness at this moment.

"This battle, Xia Chuxue is hanging!"

At the VIP table, many leaders of forces also focused their attention on the arena between Xia Chuxue and Mo Tinggang.

After all, Mo Tinggang is a monk who understands the artistic conception, and a monk who understands the artistic conception has huge potential. Naturally, many leaders of forces have to pay special attention to Mo Tinggang.

As for Xia Chuxue, they paid relatively less attention. On the contrary, all the senior officials of the Mo family on the high platform focused on Xia Chuxue.
Are you kidding me?Can someone who can arouse heaven's jealousy be so easy to defeat?

No one at the VIP table knew this at all. When Xia Chuxue greeted Tianlei, everyone thought it was an ordinary genius advancing. After all, this kind of pill-forming advancement to the Nascent Soul stage happens every day in every force. It is not surprising. .

The first arena

Xia Chuxue was wearing a gray Taoist robe and holding an autumn water sword, standing on the left side of the ring.

Mo Tinggang, on the other hand, hugged the sword with both hands and looked at Xia Chuxue with a cold expression.

"You must also know that I have understood the artistic conception!" Mo Tinggang said suddenly, with an extremely cold expression: "So, Xia Chuxue, even if you use Mo Xie's sword technique, it will not help me. At most, you can offset some of my power, and you can't defeat me at all. I."

Xia Chuxue raised her eyebrows

"One move determines the outcome?"

Hearing this, Mo Tinggang laughed: "I know you have a trump card, and you only used [-]% of your strength to defeat your last opponent with this trump card!"

(End of this chapter)