Nine Suns Soulless

Chapter 283
call……

Yufeng's eighteen steps unleashed with all his strength, and Mo Tian's figure quickly sprinted forward, catching Xin Ye'er who was flying upside down, and while turning around to unload his strength, he even moved towards the empty space. One finger pops up next to it.

boom! !

Eighteen fingers merged into one and exploded instantly.

In the empty place, the figure of the middle-aged man in black robe appeared strangely, kicked out, and kicked directly at the place where Motian's finger bullet hit.

With a powerful force, the black-robed middle-aged man was thrown flying.

With the help of that power, Mo Tian led Xin Ye'er back and forth twice, avoiding the violent attack of the middle-aged man in the blue robe.

Boom! !
The middle-aged man in the blue robe slapped down with his palm, blasting a big hole in the ground.

A look of pity flashed in his eyes.

These two obviously cooperate quite well.

Just now, the blue-robed middle-aged man clearly knew that the black-robed middle-aged man was not injured, but he still put on an angry expression to attract the opponent's attention. A good chance for a lore.

pity!

Mo Tian's soul power is so powerful, but he fully sensed this point.

Otherwise, it was really possible to be killed by the middle-aged man in black robe just now.

And even if he avoided the black-robed middle-aged man's attack in a panic, it might be difficult to avoid the blue-robed middle-aged man's attack later.

"Ye'er, are you okay?" Mo Tian asked with concern.

Xin Ye'er shook his head.

However, it could be seen from her face that she still suffered some internal injuries from the blow just now.

But Xin Ye'er didn't seem to care about the injury at all, and just looked at the two middle-aged men unwillingly.

"Okay, Ye'er, your soul power is not strong enough, so you can't use the ice shadow step for a long time. You have done a good job this time." Yao Ruobing said, although the meaning of these words is somewhat consoling, but The voice was still cold, as if there was no emotion at all.

This cold voice is like Yao Ruobing's eternal quality.

"Ye'er, your fighting style is a little lacking, look at me." Motian said.

Xin Ye'er then turned to look at Mo Tian.

And Yao Ruobing didn't mean to say anything.

Mo Tian took two steps forward, looked at the two middle-aged men in front of him with a faint smile on his lips, and said with a smile: "Two little pigs, come on, brother will teach you how to behave."

"Hmph!" The middle-aged man in the blue robe snorted.

"Second brother, don't be careless, this kid is not simple!" The middle-aged man in black robe reminded with a slightly dignified look.

After all, the wonderful cooperation between the two of them just now was easily resolved by Mo Tian.

This alone is enough to prove that Motian's strength is not bad.

"Hehe, you are not angry when you scold you so much. It seems that you are really a pig's brain." Motian continued to sneer and laugh.

"Such a rough method, I also want to provoke..."

The middle-aged man in the blue robe was talking, but before he finished speaking, Mo Tian's figure moved suddenly, rushing towards him like the wind.

"Second brother, be careful!" The middle-aged man in black robe reminded loudly.

"Not good!" The middle-aged man in the blue robe was also startled.

Neither of them expected that Mo Tian would suddenly attack while talking.

This is simply playing tricks on purpose!

But fighting is always a trick.

At this time, the middle-aged man in the blue robe had no time to think about anything, and his left and right arms were quickly crossed together, blocking his chest.

But Motian's fist fell hard, without any fluctuation of soul power.

boom!
clack clack...

Almost at the moment when the fist hit, the sound of bones breaking instantly resounded.

The complexion of the middle-aged man in the blue robe changed instantly.

Severe pain spread from his crossed arms, spreading throughout his entire body in an instant.

And Mo Tian's fist pressed down on the arm of the middle-aged man in the blue robe, and hit him hard on the chest.

boom! !

There was almost no gap between the second sound and the first sound.

call……

The middle-aged man in the blue robe was blown away by a punch.

bang bang bang...

Like a cannonball, the middle-aged man in the blue robe knocked down more than ten big trees, and smashed a path in the woods.

"Second brother!!" The eyes of the middle-aged man in black robe instantly widened.

At the same time, anger and horror filled my heart.

Second defeat? !
And still a punch without any soul power? !

How can this be? !
He turned his head slightly, and the look in his eyes looking at Mo Tian no longer had the confidence he had before, but was involuntarily replaced by a thick complexion.

"You... who the hell are you?" the middle-aged man in black robe asked stammeringly.

"Me? Of course I am...the one who sent you to hell!"

call……

The moment the voice fell, Mo Tian punched the middle-aged man in black without hesitation.

It was also a punch without the slightest fluctuation of soul power.

But the middle-aged man in the black robe didn't seem to be underestimating him at all. His whole figure hurriedly retreated backwards, and at the same time kicked him violently.

"Ten Absolute Legs!!"

Boom boom boom...

When he kicked out with one leg, it was as if he had kicked ten legs in an instant, and each leg had a domineering and powerful force.

but!

Facing the attack with ten legs at the same time, Mo Tian's eyes froze, his boxing style changed instantly, and a strangely shaped weapon appeared in his hand for no reason, and he flicked forward.

"Xuan Lei Thirteen Swords!"

Boom boom boom...

crackling...

A sword stabbed out, and Ben Lei exploded.

There was a rudimentary sword intent in that sword energy, which broke through the leg attack of the middle-aged man in black robe in an instant.

"Blast me!" the middle-aged man in black robe shouted.

Immediately, the soul power of the broken legs exploded in an instant.

rumbling...

rumbling...

The impact of soul power, like fireworks rising, instantly formed an explosive wall between Mo Tian and the middle-aged man in black robe.

And taking advantage of this opportunity, the middle-aged man in black robe did not run away, but took out two round soul seal beads from his arms, threw them fiercely towards the wall of explosion, and at the same time quickly sealed with both hands.

"Thunderbolt, break!"

The black-robed middle-aged man's tongue was like thunder, and his voice shook.

Boom!Boom!
Those two soul-printed balls exploded directly, forming a large amount of thunder force, and were drawn into the wall of explosion, and swept away wildly.

But before the middle-aged man in the black robe could be happy, a soul power like a thunder net suddenly flew out of the explosion circle, and at the same time, a figure leaped high.

The middle-aged man in the black robe was also unambiguous. He blocked the attack of the thunder net with one move, and raised his hand to punch high in the air.

"Lightning Lock Fist!!"

Boom!

The strange force of the fist blasted out, and it was actually a strange force that had the power to obliterate the thunder.

And Mo Tian, ​​who jumped into the air, felt a mocking smile in his heart, and shook Dao Jian Wushuang's hand vigorously.

hum...

hot...

hot...

In just an instant, Daojian Wushuang changed from a sword to a knife, and the sharp thunder soul power was instantly transformed into bursting flame soul power.

"Fire Sun Knife! Slash!"

(End of this chapter)