Troubled times: Start practicing spiritual practice by taking care of your sister-in-law.

There are 48 star arenas on the third floor, but only one is occupied now.

The two figures looked at each other, and powerful spiritual power burst out from their bodies like a storm. The spiritual energy around the arena was attracted, becoming stagnant and suppressed.

All eyes in the entire square were focused on him.

Even Liu Yuebai and others looked at him in surprise.

Surprisingly, no contestant came onto the stage to disturb the two.

Outside in Yujing City, countless eyes looked at the image projected on the star screen, which immediately caused a commotion.

"This competition is finally getting exciting."

"I heard that Mo Shan and Chen Mo are both capable of challenging opponents of higher levels. It would be interesting to see them face off against each other now."

"We have to thank Prince Wu, otherwise this wonderful game would not have happened."

"Which one of them do you think will win?"

"Isn't that nonsense? Of course it's Mo Shan. Both of them can challenge opponents of higher levels, so Chen Mo's advantage of challenging opponents of higher levels is gone. The gap between their realms is so huge. If Mo Shan loses, I will invite everyone in Yujing City to Qinglong Tower for a drink."

"What a pity! If he had time to condense enough spirit swords to form the Zhoutian Sword Formation like in the second round, the outcome might still be difficult to determine. Now, Mo Shan will definitely not give him the opportunity to use the Zhoutian Sword Formation." Li Mo took off the wine gourd from his waist, took a sip of wine, and felt sorry for Chen Mo.

Dongfang Hao, who was standing aside, also had a glimmer of regret in his eyes. If it weren't for the fact that various forces had sent many invaders to catch him off guard, based on Chen Mo's previous performance, he would really have opened a back door for Chen Mo.

But now, we can only speak with strength.

On the ring, Mo Shan was still a gentleman. He gestured to Chen Mo to ask for advice. After Chen Mo responded, he took a step forward suddenly. Suddenly, an extremely violent spiritual power wave swept up from his body like a wave. The whole person looked like a big guy, but his speed was as fast as lightning. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Chen Mo and punched him.

Chen Mo did not dare to be careless and directly used the "Thunder Strike Armor" of the Eternal Immortal Body. Lightning arcs flashed on his body, but his skin was like glass. He clenched his palms and the Golden Crow True Fire emerged from his whole body. As soon as it appeared, it surged against the wind and punched Mo Shan head-on.

"Oh!"

"Crack!"

A dull loud sound rang out, and the next second, Chen Mo's right forearm was instantly fractured. The broken bones pierced directly through the flesh and blood at the elbow. Blood gushed out, and Chen Mo was shaken away and came to the edge of the ring.

One move, a decisive decision.

Some people in the square took a deep breath.

"Mo Shan is still very strong. He actually broke Chen Mo's right arm with one punch."

"The realm gap is too big. Chen Mo is no match at all. It's too difficult."

After seeing this scene, many people felt a dull pain in their right arms.

"Chen Mo." Dongfang Nishang's eyes suddenly turned red, and her red lips were about to be bitten by herself. The powerful spiritual power suddenly burst out from her body.

At this moment, she didn't care about anything else and was about to fly to the arena where Chen Mo was to help him.

"presumptuous!"

"ban!"

When the majestic voice sounded, the entire square trembled slightly, and the next moment, it seemed as if time had stopped flowing.

Dongfang Nishang was stunned for a moment and didn't move.

"Take His Highness the Thirteenth Prince away." Dongfang Hao ordered the female official beside him.

Two female officials stepped forward and took Dongfang Nishang away. During the whole process, the latter did not move at all, and could not even blink. From the expression on her face, one could tell that she was also inferior to herself.

"Your words are the law of heaven, and your words are the law of the land."

Some high-level cultivators in the square immediately understood that this was Daxuan's top magical power, which was to make his words come true, and it was also a top-notch spiritual magical power.

As long as the power of the soul does not exceed that of the caster, the person being cast the spell cannot disobey anything the caster says.

However, this magical power is also a secret technique of Daxuan. Only the Xuan emperors of successive generations are qualified to practice it. In order to maintain the uniqueness of this magical power, it has been passed down orally by successive Xuan emperors. There are no jade slips or books to record it. Even the princes and princesses of the Xuan emperor are not qualified.

This little episode here did not affect the fight on the ring.

Although his right forearm was fractured and broken, the pain was nothing to Chen Mo. He didn't even make a sound and reconnected the bones by himself. As for the broken part.

With his eternal and immortal body, he will be able to repair himself.

Chen Mo's performance made Mo Shan look up to him. He did not press on and attack him, but gave him a chance to catch his breath. He said, "Show us your trump card, otherwise you will have no chance."

Mo Shan had heard that Chen Mo knew a secret method that could greatly increase his strength, but so far, the other party had never used it, so he wanted to see it for himself.

"as you wish."

Chen Mo understood that he could not compete with Mo Shan just by relying on his immortal body.

He closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, the robe in front of him exploded with a "pop", and the muscles on his chest and arms bulged. However, his chest was wrapped in the Thunder Strike Armor, and others could only see his arms.

His blood was burning, his aura was rising rapidly, and soon he broke through the boundary of the third realm and reached the spiritual pressure that only fourth realm cultivators had.

And this breath has not stopped yet, it is still rising.

Chen Mo used all his strength to perform the Divine Burning Technique without holding back at all.

Mo Shan narrowed his eyes slightly, but did not stop him. Instead, he observed carefully: "Burning Qi and blood to improve your strength?"

Mo Shan's expression was somewhat disappointed. He originally thought that Chen Mo's secret method of improving strength was somewhat novel, but he did not expect it to be so "ordinary".

Because in the Tianxing Realm, most of the secret methods to improve strength require either burning one's own blood and energy or burning one's origin, and he has seen quite a few of them.

What surprised Mo Shan a little was that Chen Mo's secret method of burning qi and blood to increase strength seemed to increase it too much.

"Very good, try to take my punch again!"

"Shh!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Shan's figure suddenly rushed out, leaving a trail of afterimages across the air, shooting towards Chen Mo at a speed that was difficult to grasp with the naked eye, making it difficult to find his whereabouts.

"Tiangang Fist!"

Mo Shan's fist, as big as a sandbag, was covered with a layer of black strong wind, and the punch was much more powerful than the previous one.

"Blue Dragon Prisoner Sky Finger!"

Chen Mo's right arm suddenly seemed to be ethereal, covered with hard and ferocious green dragon scales, and it seemed as if a dragon claw had merged with his right arm. He pointed out with one finger, just like a real dragon pressing out with one finger, with a devastating force, unstoppable, and the sound of dragon roars constantly coming out from his finger. (End of this chapter)