Fengtian Longdi

Chapter 724
"Boy, let the old man die!" When the palm was slapped, the little old man sneered.

It wasn't until the palm wind hit that Jiang Mo was less than a foot away from him, and the latter slowly raised his punch. This seemed slow to outsiders, but his punching speed was only as fast as that of the short old man. Strong or not.

"Bengshan Fist!"

Accompanied by a soft shout, that punch and palm hit together fiercely under the gaze of everyone.

boom!
A dull bang came from the place where the fists of the two met, and in an instant, a ripple of energy visible to the naked eye spread out. Even with the barrier of the protective cover, everyone felt that there was a strong wind blowing.

Kick, Kick, Kick!

Jiang Mo backed up dozens of steps before stabilizing his body.

With his real strength, not to mention taking dozens of steps back, even if the little old man attacked with all his strength, it might not be able to make Jiang Mo take a step back.

However, it would be too boring to use real strength. Jiang Mo simply suppressed his strength to a level similar to that of the short old man.

Moreover, it was the short old man who attacked first, so he naturally had some advantages.

The little old man's complexion changed slightly. Just now Jiang Mo punched lightly, which made him feel powerful, like a fierce beast.

Outside the arena, everyone couldn't help but exclaimed when they saw this scene.

In their opinion, the little old man should be the one who defeated Jiang Mo with a single palm, but unexpectedly, the latter resisted forcefully.

"Hmph, let me see how many times this kid can resist!" The young master of the Blood Knife Alliance curled his lips and said disdainfully.

The An Zuo Envoy's eyes were slightly focused. His strength reached the realm of the Nine Star Martial Emperor, so he naturally saw more than ordinary people. Yang You Envoy seemed to have the upper hand, but in fact, it did not seem to be the case.

"Could it be that that kid still has some way to hide?" An Zuo frowned slightly.

On the martial stage, Jiang Mo shook his fist and said to the little old man, "Come again."

The little old man snorted coldly, chopping the soles of his feet on the ground, his figure was like an off-string arrow, and charged towards Jiang Mo again. This time, his one-star Wuzong aura was fully released.

The protective cover outside the fighting platform was like water waves, rippling endlessly under the impact of that terrifying momentum.

Jiang Mo clenched his fists, and the tyrannical physical strength swam in his arms.

In the next moment, his fists were like raindrops, and he slammed down on the short old man who was charging.

Boom, boom, boom...

A series of dull sounds, like bass drumsticks, resounded continuously on the fighting platform.

The two fought each other like lightning, and soon separated.

This time, the onlookers saw that the thin young man in black didn't even take a step back.

"That guy has such terrifying strength. Even the Right Envoy of the Blood Knife League was blocked by him."

"It's hard to say, the one from the Blood Knife League has been studying in the realm of Wu Zong for many years, so that young man may not necessarily win."

While discussing on the sidelines, fierce battles are going on inside the fighting arena.

As the battle continued, the little old man became more and more frightened. He had almost tried his best, but the thin young man in front of him was still calm and calm, without any feeling of effort.

Moreover, the little old man also noticed that his pressure was getting bigger and bigger. The young man's attack was like a vast ocean, and he couldn't guess when the next storm would appear.

In the third fight, it was the little old man's turn to lose. Jiang Mo pushed the Bengshan Fist to the extreme, and the mountain-like aura enveloped him, making the little old man's energy flow all over his body extremely sluggish.

After seeing the little old man push out dozens of steps, there were bursts of exclamations from outside.

Especially the young master of the Blood Knife League, whose expression was extremely ugly.

"Damn it, why is this guy so strong?" The most uncomfortable thing must be the little old man. He barely gained the upper hand in the time of a stick of incense. The young man in black seemed to have inexhaustible energy. Exhausted, even breathing is steady as usual.

"The old man wants to see how strong you are!"

As soon as the words fell, the little old man made a move with his palm, and a black iron gun appeared in his hand.

"It's the three-tasseled Ghost Head Spear!"

"It is said that this Ghost Head Spear is a seventh-rank true martial weapon. Now that the one from the Blood Knife League has even sacrificed this spear, I am afraid that the outcome will be announced."

Many people recognized the origin of the gun in the little old man's hand, and immediately exclaimed.

Jiang Mo also felt that when the little old man took out his weapon, the temperature of the surrounding space seemed to drop a bit.

Regarding this, Jiang Mo's face was indifferent, and he saw the black and simple giant sword behind him, after a buzzing sound, it flew out, suspended in the depth of Jiang Mo.

On the black ancient sword, there was a cyan flame lingering, and the terrifying high temperature released instantly dispelled the cold air brought by the three-tasseled ghost-headed spear.

Now it was the little old man's turn to be surprised. He took another look at Jiang Mo's Ancient Heavenly Punishment Sword, and then Jiang Mo grasped the hilt of the ancient sword, and with a flash of his figure, he flew over.

Clang, Clang, Clang...

On the martial stage, the Ancient Heavenly Punishment Sword collided with the black spear, producing brilliant sparks.

What Jiang Mo used was still the Devil May Cry Sword Technique, which was created by the Devil May Cry Sword Master back then. As Jiang Mo's cultivation level became higher and higher, when he used it, the power generated became more and more powerful.

It's just the ordinary first form --- the aurora is like lightning, and thousands of bright sword shadows are brandished on the huge fighting platform.

For a while, the outside onlookers couldn't see what was going on inside.

"Slashing marksmanship!"

Knowing that Jiang Mo was extremely powerful, the little old man immediately used his strongest move.

The little old man's breath surged all over his body, and finally poured all of it into the three-tasseled ghost-headed gun.

Faintly, one could hear the whistling of the ghosts, causing the surrounding wind to gust.

"Hmph, pretending to be a ghost." Jiang Mo snorted coldly, and immediately said, "See how I can break your marksmanship!"

After Jiang Mo took a deep breath, he swung the Ancient Heavenly Punishment Sword into a semicircle, and immediately slashed fiercely at the little old man in front of him.

In an instant, a thousand-foot white sword energy suddenly took shape.

The white sword energy tore through the ground of the fighting platform, and crashed down with a frightening force.

At this time, the little old man's face was covered with cold sweat. In order to deal with Jiang Mo's sword, he almost exhausted all his strength.

"Slaying Luo marksmanship --- Slaying Yan Luo!"

The short old man suddenly let out a low voice, and a phantom emerged from the long spear.

If someone observes carefully, they can find that the shape of the phantom is a huge grimace.

Grimace let out a stern roar, and collided fiercely with the thousand-foot white sword energy that Jiang Mo cut down.

(End of this chapter)