Under one person: Get the Beiming magic skill at the beginning

The Taoist priest on the stage shouted loudly, and the moment the voice fell.

Swah——

Jia Zhengliang in front of him stepped back, and immediately drew out 12 flying knives, forming a net of knives around his body, while observing Mo Wen's every move intently.

In Jia Zhengliang's heart, Mo Wen has long been recognized as the enemy.

Relying on the information given by his brother, Jia Zhengliang determined that Mo Wen was a master of close combat, not only possessed terrifying strength, but also might have ice ability.

So Jia Zhengliang was on guard against Mo Wen who would approach him immediately at the start of the game.

Didn't even call his mom.

However, Mo Wen did not act as he expected, but stood where he was.

Jia Zhengliang frowned, feeling puzzled, but remained vigilant.

Twelve Immortal-Slaying Flying Knives shuttled around quickly, and the sharp sound of cutting through the air made one's heart shudder.

Mo Wen opened his eyes and looked at Jia Zhengliang who was looking wary in the distance, feeling a little emotional in his heart.

"I remember the first time I performed a mission, and I was so cautious when dealing with the enemy. I never thought that I would not need it in a long time."

"On the contrary, I don't know when I got used to other people's cautiousness."

After recalling the past a little bit, he was also satisfied with the rapid improvement of his own strength.

Mo Wen looked at Jia Zhengliang.

Speaking of which, Jia Zhengliang's strength is not weak, he can control 12 throwing knives at the same time, and his talent is far superior to that of his elder brother Jia Zhengyu.

He is also considered a genius among the younger generation.

"Well, let's be a little more serious." Mo Wen thought to himself.

"Aren't you going to attack? Then I'll be impolite."

Seeing Mo Wen who was watching him, Jia Zhengliang stopped hesitating. With a wave of his hand, the three throwing knives broke away from the knife net around him and attacked Mo Wen.

Seeing this, Mo Wen raised his hand, the qi light covered his palm, and then struck out.

In an instant, a palm split into three, facing the three flying knives like a white streamer.

"Quickly, is this the power of Baihong's palm!?"

Jia Zhengliang's eyes were fixed. He had heard that Mo Wen could split 12 palms in the first round.

And each path can be controlled freely, just like one's own imperial object.

"But after all, it's just a palm force. The more divisions, the weaker the power. How can it be compared with the 12 Immortal-Slaying Flying Knives that I have fed with Qi for many years!"

Not only Jia Zhengliang, but also all the audience on stage thought so.

The next moment, the flying knife collided with the palm force.

Bang bang bang! !

The huge sound was like a drum beating on the field, and a circle of air waves was visible to the naked eye, rolling up dust on the ground and blowing it more than ten meters away.

Even viewers who are close can feel their faces being blown by strong winds.

The strength of his palm was gone, and the three throwing knives also flew back in a spin at a faster speed than before.

See amazing movement.

The expressions of the audience and Jia Zhengliang on the stage changed suddenly.

"Fuck, what's the deal with the power of a cannonball?"

"This is splitting the empty palm, I don't believe it!"

"Hey, brother, why are you crying?"

"Cry damn, my eyes are turning gray!"

In addition to the rioting audience, Jia Zhengliang also had a shocked expression, and quickly retracted the flying knife for inspection.

There was no damage to the blade, but his heart was still shaking, and he murmured softly:

"Shouldn't my palm strength be the same as a small firecracker in front of my knife, shaking it at most twice?"

Why is it like a toothpick hitting an iron plate instead?

Not only him.

Xu Si, Zhang Chulan, Zhuge Qing, Wang Ai and Lu Ci on the stage were either surprised or frowned.

They instantly realized where the reason for this movement came from.

Xu Si stroked the stubble on his chin, and frowned slightly: "Damn, I've always been attracted by Mo Wen's many tricks, but I ignored this kid's skills."

"Did he start practicing from the mother's womb?"

Zhang Chulan also watched the corners of his eyes twitch.

Among other things, just with the strength of his palm just now, he would have to struggle a lot to resist, but this was just a random blow from Mo Wen.

Seeing something, how strong should Mo Wen be?

"I can only trade." Zhang Chulan thought helplessly.

And Zhuge Qing opened his squinted eyes, looking at Mo Wen with a very solemn gaze.

"this person......"

Wang Ai and Lu Ci, who were watching the battle on the other side, had calm expressions and no words.

Obviously, everyone was shocked by this first collision.

"The quality of the flying knife is good, how about this?"

Mo Wen smiled lightly, raised his hand and waved seven or eight palms, and controlled them to divide one by one.

In an instant.

Dozens of white rainbow streamers danced in the sky, drawing bright trails in the air, forming irregular and somewhat beautiful patterns.

But this situation made Jia Zhengliang's scalp tingle.

"Er Di Niang, how do you hit me!"

"Got it, buddy."

Mo Wen reminded with a smile, and then pressed down with one hand.

In an instant, dozens of white rainbow streamers flew towards Jia Zhengliang whose face changed drastically.

Boom! ! !

A huge roar suddenly resounded through the audience!

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Chapter 160 An unexpected appearance, the three work together to resist Mo Wen's half move!

Baihong's palm strength.

It was the first martial arts method that Mo Wen learned after he became a foreigner after he acquired the "North Ming Divine Art".

The realm and proficiency of this skill far surpassed Mo Wen's other martial arts.

So.

After Mo Wen had cultivated this martial arts method to a certain level, he suddenly felt something, and discovered a new usage as if he had been enlightened.

That is, in addition to being able to control the direction of the palm force at will, it can also additionally control the palm force for differentiation.

Although doing so makes the palm more difficult to defend, the disadvantages are also obvious.

That is, the power of a palm force will be proportionally reduced after splitting.

Of course, this is nothing to Mo Wen, because his inner strength is extremely deep, especially after breaking through a hundred years.

Every move has great power.

This is a natural blessing brought about by profound inner strength.

Therefore, even if the power of a palm splits and spreads, it can still maintain sufficient lethality.

The most important thing is that the tyrannical skill allows Mo Wen to use martial arts unscrupulously, without worrying about the lack of energy.

and so.

Even if Mo Wen can control up to 20 palms now, it doesn't matter if it exceeds this number and cannot be controlled accurately.

Who cares about missile accuracy if you listen to missiles washing the ground?

It is enough to know a general area at most, and then strike in all directions.

So ever.

Jia Zhengliang was miserable.

Looking at the dozens of white flowing light palms that rained towards him in the sky.

His face was pale, and he yelled, "Your mother!", and hurriedly stepped on two immortal-slaying flying knives and rushed to the side.

But as soon as he moved, dozens of palms also changed directions, chasing him closely, and the speed was extremely fast.

Jia Zhengliang felt helpless, and before the white stream of light was about to drown, he controlled the remaining 10 throwing knives to protect his body, and slammed into the palm that might hit him.

As for the remaining streamers, they vented all on the field.

Rumble——! ! !

instant time.

There was an astonishing explosion on the field, and the loud noise continued, spreading to hundreds of kilometers in a radius!

The sky full of smoke and dust enveloped most of the venue.

All the audience were stunned. Such exaggerated battles and commotions could never be seen in the peaceful environment of modern society.

But what shocked them even more was the tall and calm Mo Wen who was outside the dust and smoke.

Mo Wen's face was neither red nor out of breath, as if he had done nothing just now.