Martial arts become gods

Chapter 2984 Not more than ten years old

When thinking like this, Mo Xian's speed suddenly increased a lot, and at the same time he pointed like a sword, pointing out a few quickly.

The middle-aged martial artist couldn't dodge in time, and immediately got hit on the back a few times, and let out a muffled groan.

"What a speed!" He was obviously a little surprised, and instantly stabilized his figure, not giving Mo Xian a chance to continue attacking.

Mo Xian looked around, but there was no sign of that person in sight.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a powerful force suppressing from above his head.

It was the middle-aged warrior who appeared in the air at some point, and pressed his hands down suddenly.

"boom!"

The substantive force suppressed it, covering an area of ​​hundreds of feet, making it impossible for Mo Xiangen to be avoided.

In a blink of an eye, he tried his best to mobilize Ling Tian's domineering spirit and protect his body.

That huge force was suppressed, but the movement was actually very small.

But then, the ground under Mo Xian's feet began to collapse from the inside, and soon turned into a deep pit with a radius of hundreds of feet.

"Are you from Lingtian Pavilion?" Looking at the mysterious energy lingering around Mo Xian, the middle-aged warrior frowned slightly.

"So what if it is, what if it's not?" Mo Xian didn't say it clearly, it seemed that the other party was a little afraid of Lingtian Pavilion.

It's no wonder, after all, Lingtian Pavilion is a hidden sect that dominates the mainland.

"No, although it is Ling Tian's domineering energy, but the way of using it is completely different, you must have learned it secretly!" The middle-aged warrior sneered, if it was Ling Tian Pavilion, he would really be a little afraid.

"You have a good eye!" Mo Xian shrugged his shoulders, and with a casual gesture, the domineering Ling Tian around him roared away, turning into a ferocious dragon and roaring towards the middle-aged warrior.

The middle-aged warrior didn't dare to be negligent, and immediately sacrificed a golden bell, a ray of light spread out from it, firmly protecting his body.

With a bang, the middle-aged warrior retreated violently.

But Mo Xian quickly posted it up, his fists like a storm.

Although the opponent's means are weird, but the overall strength is still not as good as Qiao Ji, so Mo Xian is not afraid.

"Bang bang..."

The golden bell was trembling constantly from the beating, and finally exploded with a bang. The middle-aged warrior's complexion suddenly changed, and he tried his best to stimulate Yuanli, until the palm of his hand became extremely black in an instant. He quickly grabbed and patted Mo Xian's chest, but he patted empty.

"Behind you!" Mo Xian sneered, pointing to the back of the middle-aged warrior.

"Pfft!" Under the tyrannical finger force, the middle-aged warrior spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his complexion instantly turned pale.

Just as Mo Xian was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue him, the opponent suddenly turned around and threw a few projectiles.

The projectile exploded in an instant, and the tyrannical energy spread was accompanied by acrid smoke, which instantly cut off Mo Xian's perception.

Mo Xian immediately covered his nose and backed away, and at the same time quickly slapped his palm, and the strong wind immediately blew away the smoke.

But the middle-aged warrior had already appeared a thousand meters away, "Boy, let's wait and see!"

Mo Xian didn't chase after him. If a strong man in the two-star holy realm wanted to run away, he wouldn't be able to keep him.

"Strange, who are these people? Are they the enemies of the Carlisle family?" Mo Xian frowned slightly. The identity of the other party was a mystery, and he might not be easy to deal with.

If the other party hadn't been careless this time, he might not be having a good time now.

Someone from the other party might rush over at any time, so Mo Xian didn't delay too long and left the place of right and wrong very quickly.

"Those who should be killed, are they all killed?" In a depression in You Mingxu, a young man stood with his back to the crowd, and said calmly.

"It's almost there, but there are still some fish that slipped through the net!" One person said respectfully.

"Fix it as soon as possible, is there anything unusual?" the young man said.

"There is a young man who came here by himself, and should also be attending the summit." The middle-aged warrior who attacked Ye Xiang earlier took a step forward and said.

"Oh, tell me?" The young man said with great interest. It is very interesting that there is still someone coming to the summit alone.

They had investigated the family forces participating in the summit before, and it was basically impossible for any party to come alone. Wouldn't that make other family forces laugh?

"This person doesn't seem to be more than ten years old..." Before the middle-aged warrior finished speaking, everyone said in astonishment: "How old is it?"

"Ten...ten years old..." The middle-aged warrior obviously didn't believe it himself, but that's what he saw, and there were several people who saw it at the time.

"Keep talking!" The young man waved his hand, and everyone fell silent.

"When I fought against him at the time, I found that he possessed the Lingtian domineering spirit of Lingtian Pavilion, but his Yuan Li was obviously not from Lingtian Pavilion..." The middle-aged man told all he knew.

"So, you let him run away, no, it should be said that he let you run away!" The young man smiled grimly.

"But...you can say that!" the middle-aged warrior stammered.

"Waste thing!" The young man said, he slapped the middle-aged warrior flying out of the sky, but he quickly got up, "Master taught me a lesson."

"I don't want any accidents to happen, and I don't have much patience, so you better hurry up, especially the person you just mentioned." The young man twisted his figure and disappeared.

Everyone seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and they were already covered in cold sweat at some point.

In the next few days, the Nether Void was not peaceful, and people who came to the summit were eliminated from time to time.

However, those people's goals should be selective, not random killings.

Mo Xian moved quickly in the Netherworld. He had already dealt with several opponents before.

These people are all very strong, and there is even a one-star holy land powerhouse.

Soon, Mo Xian stopped, but there were already dozens of people waiting for him, including the middle-aged warrior from before.

After seeing Mo Xian, without saying a word, they quickly dispersed and surrounded Mo Xian.

"Why, don't you think that death is not enough?" Mo Xian looked around, and among the people who came, there were three two-star saints, one one-star saint, and the rest were all above five-star martial masters.

"Hehe, since I said that you will not be allowed to attend the summit, I must do it." The middle-aged warrior sneered, "You are indeed very powerful, but this time, you probably won't have a chance."

"Really?" Mo Xian's face turned cold, and his feet slammed on the ground, terrifying energy immediately gushed out in all directions.

"Be careful, this kid is very powerful!" The middle-aged warrior yelled, and suddenly raised his claws, the surging energy immediately condensed in his hands, instantly turning into a huge claw, roaring towards Mo Xian .

Others also attacked one after another, and all kinds of terrifying energy shocks frantically rushed towards Mo Xian.

(End of this chapter)