"Whoa" Seeing Mo Zhiyao's extremely fierce kick in front of him, Ke Sheng's eyes suddenly shrank, and then he retreated towards the back like a ghost.
Mo Zhiyao's ferocity and strength made Ke Sheng shocked.
He immediately lost his original contempt and his expression became serious.
It was unbelievable to Ke Sheng to be able to defeat his own shield head-on with the peak power of Qiwen Zangxu.
"Little bastard, I really underestimated you.
However, if this is your true strength, you still cannot escape death today."
Ke Sheng's eyes were cold.
While retreating violently, he stretched out his arms and curled his palms into claws. , traces of golden spiritual power lingered between the fingers of both hands like silk threads.
"Netherworld Ghost Claw" shouted coldly, and Ke Sheng waved his arms so fast that only blurry afterimages were left in mid-air.
The shadows of the claws shone like gold, with a sharp whistle that ripped through the air. , and rushed towards Mo Zhiyao with overwhelming force.
The shadows of claws all over the sky were reflected in Mo Zhiyao's eyes.
Mo Zhiyao's eyes suddenly condensed, he raised his arms and grabbed the cruel dragon stick without hesitation.
Mo Zhiyao didn't dare to be careless about Ke Sheng's half-step cultivation and combat prowess.
After all, the difference between the two of them was just a false disaster to others.
Every virtual disaster is a transformation for the monks, especially the third time.
Mo Zhiyao could easily kill the three Qin Kong brothers, but against Ke Sheng, he had to go all out.
It is not an accident if the boat capsizes in the gutter due to accident.
"Howl!"
A ferocious roar sounded like gold piercing the clouds, and a ferocious dragon image appeared in the void, circling rapidly around Mo Zhiyao's body.
The shadow of the blood-red stick was like a mountain, and the ghostly face at the end of the stick made a shrill scream, facing the shadow of the golden claws that Ke Sheng was waving all over the sky.
"Puffy Puffy" A series of sounds of clashing sounded, like the clash of gold and stone, with a metallic trembling sound.
Obvious air explosions exploded in mid-air.
The void in the hall was instantly filled with terrifying force.
The force explosion wave swept across, and the fierce force directly set off a terrible storm.
The monks watching the battle all around turned pale, and retreated back like crazy, fearing that they would be caught by the force.
Such terrifying force, even if the remaining force spilled out, would be enough once it hit the body.
Let them be seriously injured on the spot.
Seeing the two figures colliding in mid-air like meteorites, the monks all had a look of horror on their faces, and all their previous disdain was gone.
Being able to reach the peak of Qiwen Zangxu's cultivation with half a step, this kind of heaven-defying combat power has completely subverted everyone's common sense.
On top of Zangxu, the difference between each human pattern is huge, not to mention the difference between the Xu disaster and Mo Zhiyao's terrifying combat power, which is like a loud slap in the face, severely slapping those who said before On the face of the monk who made the sarcastic remarks, it was only at this moment that they truly understood that Mo Zhiyao was arrogant but not ignorant.
He had the ability to be arrogant and the qualifications to be arrogant.
After the shadows of sticks and claws in the sky collided, they gradually dissipated, revealing two figures.
"This kid, I really didn't expect his fighting power to be so tyrannical.
No wonder he dares to be so arrogant."
The solemnity in Ke Sheng's eyes became a little heavier, and the original disdain disappeared.
"However, if this is the limit he can reach, then for me, it's just a matter of putting in more effort."
Ke Sheng's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he raised the corners of his mouth, revealing his white teeth.
"Little bastard, don't think that you are the only one who has spiritual treasures."
Ke Sheng smiled evilly, and then he used his hands, and a pair of blood-red claws appeared on his hands.
The sharp edges and corners shone with an icy cold light.
As Ke Sheng slightly moved his fingers, a harsh and violent sound came out.
The arm waved, leaving several clear traces in the void where the fingers passed, as if even the void could not withstand its sharp tip.
"There are not many opponents who can let me take out the ghost claws.
Even if you die, you will be honored."
Ke Sheng said to Mo Zhiyao sadly, the expression on his face was no different from that of a ghost .
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"A lot of nonsense."
Mo Zhiyao narrowed his eyes and spat out a sentence that made Ke Sheng's veins jump so high.
"You are so stubborn when you are about to die.
I will smash all your teeth and pull out your tongue to see if you are still so arrogant."
Ke Sheng had a fierce look on his face.
When Yao got the chance to talk back, he rushed out immediately.
Blood-red claw shadows suddenly appeared in the mid-air, like a red dark cloud, pressing down towards Mo Zhiyao.
The sharp sound that broke through the air made everyone's eardrums hurt.
Many people quickly covered their ears, with horror in their eyes.
"Hmph" Mo Zhiyao snorted coldly, kicked into the air with the sole of his foot, and the air under his feet suddenly exploded.
His figure rushed out like electricity, and the long stick of the violent dragon in his hand danced like the wind, bringing with it a roaring sound that filled the sky.
Ke Sheng jumped in the air.
Two ghostly figures intertwined in mid-air, and each collision immediately detonated the air in one place.
The powerful fluctuations of power shook the void and distorted it.
Seeing the two blurry figures in mid-air, colliding with each other at high speed, the monks below were almost completely stunned.
"How did this kid practice?
Ke Sheng even took out the ghost claw, but he still couldn't defeat him."
"Yes, this kid is still not a human.
He really comes from the Northern Territory.
I'm afraid there are not many people in the Southern Territory who can be as evil as him."
At the beginning, many people thought that although Mo Zhiyao was a monster, his cultivation level was there after all.
After facing Ke Sheng, he would definitely be defeated in a one-sided defeat.
However, as the battle unfolded, the situation that everyone expected did not appear.
Instead, they were even more shocked to find that Mo Zhiyao was evenly matched with Ke Sheng, showing no sign of weakness.
Until now, Ke Sheng has even taken out the Lingbao Ghost Claw, which he is famous for, but he still does not have the slightest advantage, and the situation is still a tie.
This also made many people understand that this young monk from the Northern Territory, from what they regarded as an inferior territory, could be proud of the powerful strength of this group of Southern Territory monks who thought they were superior to others.
In the mid-air, Mo Zhiyao did not hear any of the whispers of the monks in the Southern Region.
At this moment, he was completely absorbed in the fierce battle with Ke Sheng.
There is a high and fiery fighting spirit in his eyes, and the aura exuding from his whole body is getting higher and higher.
After being promoted to the peak of Zangxu, Mo Zhiyao just wanted to find an opponent with similar combat power to him and have a fun and exciting battle, so that he could know what level his current combat power had reached.
Obviously, Ke Sheng is the most suitable opponent.
"Peng" made another fierce and fierce collision, and the two figures rushed back at the same time.
They were tens of feet apart before they stabilized their bodies at the same time.
After a fierce battle, both of them were breathing heavily, and their chests were heaving violently.
It was obvious that both of them had consumed a lot of energy.
However, the difference was that Ke Sheng's eyes were full of horror, while Mo Zhiyao's eyes were filled with a burning fighting spirit.
This battle was exactly what Mo Zhiyao had dreamed of.
After breathing for a moment, Ke Sheng looked at Mo Zhiyao opposite, with a ferocious smile on his face, and an eerie voice sounded in the hall.
"Little bastard, I really didn't expect that you could push me to this point.
However, this battle is over here.
I don't have the time to play with you here anymore."
"Huh, that's exactly what I want to say."
Mo Zhiyao raised his eyebrows and looked at Ke Sheng evilly.
The blood in his eyes was also extremely rich, as if there was blood dripping at any time.
"You have sharp teeth and a sharp mouth.
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I will make you regret it."
Ke Sheng said to Mo Zhiyao through gritted teeth.
"You can be proud of yourself if you can die under my technique."
After he finished speaking, a majestic coercion suddenly filled the space of the hall, and waves of powerful spiritual power surged out of Ke Sheng's body like waves.
Ke Sheng's body was slightly arched, like a jackal that has been staring at its prey.
His arms were stretched horizontally, and a trace of strange blood-colored air flowed from the ghost claws on his hands, like a poisonous snake with life. , quickly spread along his arms, and then penetrated into Ke Sheng's body.
A strong bloody smell gradually spread in the hall, making people feel suffocated.
A faint layer of blood covered Ke Sheng's body, and as it surged, it gave people a cold and strange smell.
As the layer of blood energy danced, the void at its edge was slightly distorted, and faintly, the screams of ghosts echoed in the hall.
As for Ke Sheng, who was wrapped in this layer of blood mist, his face seemed to have changed.
His eyes turned completely black, and the whites of his eyes disappeared without knowing when.
His face was filled with a gloomy look, and the corners of his mouth were raised, revealing two rows of white teeth, which made people feel a chill rising from their hearts.
"Jie Jie Jie Jie" A strange laugh that didn't sound like a human voice at all came from Ke Sheng's mouth, giving people a creepy feeling.
"Boy, it's your honor to witness me crying like a rain of blood and ghosts.
But the price of that experience is your life
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