The attributes skyrocketed infinitely, and I suppressed the diversity

After saying that, the old monk stepped on the sole of his foot and cracked the rocky ground. His figure suddenly crossed a distance of tens of meters and rushed to Mu Cang's face.

In the next moment, the old monk stretched out his five fingers on his right hand, and his withered and yellow palm suddenly became red and swollen.

Obviously, the blood has been running to the extreme.

"Arhat Mahamudra!"

While drinking, Zhen Ming slapped Mu Cang's chest hard with his palm like an iron pestle.

But right now.

Clang! ! !

A clear sound resounded through the eardrums, making the old monk's brain throbbing with pain.

The rushing figure froze immediately.

In a trance.

In his eyes, Mu Cang, who was originally in a loose posture, suddenly became a god of war in the heavens with a frowning look.

Pulling Fang Tian's halberd came straight to him with supreme majesty.

It was as if he was just a little monster in the world.

At this time, he was so arrogant that he dared to challenge the Heavenly Court Xianwei.

In an instant, a wave of brilliant heavenly power descended with a bang.

He wanted to completely suppress the old monk Zhenming to the point of no return.

Outside the arena.

From the perspective of many martial arts masters watching the battle, the duel between the two is a different scene.

in their eyes.

Mu Cang, who was originally mediocre, suddenly became imposing.

Almost overwhelmed the audience.

This huge momentum.

Like a fairy, like a Buddha, the most holy and the most godlike.

It makes people unable to hold on to themselves.

Immediately afterwards, Mu Cang put his right hand behind his back.

Just now, the incomparably vast aura disappeared as if the ice and snow were melting, visible to the naked eye.

No.

not disappear.

It was miraculously harvested in the finger of his left hand.

That finger pointed straight at Monk Zhenming.

Snapped!

Mu Cang pointed out.

In the middle of the old monk's right palm.

In an instant, he was 'sealed' in place, motionless.

Zhen Ming stood there in a daze, maintaining the posture just now, his whole body was stiff.

now.

He only felt a violent and mind-shaking force bursting into his body.

Piercing his powerful and thick qi and blood layer by layer, it even messed up the blood qi circulation in the body, making it uncomfortable to rush left and right.

He even went up to his mind and mind, shaking it so loudly that he couldn't hold on to it.

After a long time.

Zhenming came back to his senses.

He suddenly realized that he had fallen limp to the ground.

Moreover, the pain in the muscles and bones all over the body was unbearable, the blood in the body was even more chaotic, and even the soul was injured, causing the head to be dizzy.

Zhen Ming couldn't help raising his head and asked in surprise: "You you you? How is it possible?!"

The old monk obviously couldn't accept the fact that he was defeated with one move.

It's not just that he can't accept it.

Wang Nanxun, Gu Tianliu, and Xuan Cheng, the three vajras who are not bad, all looked shocked and couldn't believe it.

Even the hundreds of Martial Daoists who watched the battle had their eyes widened and their mouths slightly opened, all in shock.

After a few seconds, these martial arts masters burst into an uproar.

There was a violent noise in the audience.

"I am silly!"

"Am I dreaming?!"

"How could it be just one move!"

"Even if the King Kong is not bad, it takes seconds!"

"He's only 20 years old!"

"Could it be that His Highness Ninth Prince is really number one in the world?!"

Intense discussions continued continuously.

Everyone was frantically outputting words, trying to resolve their shock.

"Didn't you say you're going to fight for a long time? Look! Look! Hahahaha!"

Song Di patted Bai Xiaosheng and laughed wildly, as if he had killed Zhenming, not Mu Cang.

Bai Xiaosheng also looked skeptical about life.

He kept waving his hands and sighing: "Don't ask me, I don't know anything now."

Daoist Xuancheng, who was sitting at the top of the auditorium, had a livid face and felt a lot of pressure for a while.

He roared inwardly:

'How could it be so strong? ! '

'The thief!The thief! '

'The thief who stole my exercises! '

As early as midnight yesterday.

He received the news of the deaths of Zhang Qiyuan and Feng Yongchao, as well as the details of the deaths.

Xuan Chengzi was almost certain that it was Mu Cang who did it.

As for how the other party got the exercises from Zhang Qiyuan in just one day.

From the looks of it, the practice is quite powerful.

He was completely incomprehensible.

But no matter what, Taoist Xuancheng has now confirmed it.

The Ninth Prince Mu Cang definitely stole his sect's martial arts through despicable methods.

But when he thought about just now, with the advanced cultivation base of Zhenming old bald donkey, even his spiritual mysteries failed to work.

Taoist Xuancheng couldn't help but gritted his teeth and whispered: "The intimidating technique can no longer be used, I have to do my best!"

Not to mention the public reaction.

On the stage, Mu Cang looked leisurely, walked slowly to Zhen Ming with his hands behind his back, and said with a light smile:

"Old monk, you seem to have misunderstood something."

Zhenming's beard trembled and he got up with difficulty, and said in a low voice:

"Poor monk...poor monk..."

Mu Cang smiled and continued:

"You always thought I was crazy?"

"You are wrong, old monk, it is not me who is arrogant, but you who are arrogant!"

After saying this, Mu Cang turned and left without another word.

And Zhenming's pupils trembled, and his bald head drooped heavily.

this battle.

Mu Cang, big victory!

Time passes quickly.

Wang Nanxun and Gu Tianliu were also standing on the ring at this moment.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the two began to fight.

For a moment, the wind howled on the ring, and the sound of air crackling could be heard endlessly.

Mu Cang in the audience didn't think he had too much martial arts knowledge.

Still concentrating on watching the battle between the two.

Wang Nanxun's marksmanship is wide open and closed, but also contains a strong ghostly aura.

The big guns are always stabbed out from incredible angles, the stirred surrounding air bursts, and the ghost hisses and screams continuously.

Gu Tianliu's movements were even bigger, highlighting his elegant demeanor.

The old man's figure flickered, and from time to time he conjured up several phantoms that were difficult to distinguish between true and false.

Cooperating with the fierce force of the main body's sleeve robe, Wang Nanxun, who was besieged together, was a little embarrassed.

Mu Cang, who was watching the battle from a distance, kept flickering in his eyes.

"Ghost Spear Technique", "You Luo Qigong", "Crane Legs", "Seven Steps to Gazing at the Stars", "Turning God and Moving Qi", "Awesome True Kungfu"...

The martial arts that the two showed during the battle were constantly being studied by him and integrated into his own martial arts system.

In the end, Gu Tianliu made a high move in the arena, broke Wang Nanxun's breastbone and won.

However, the former also suffered some minor injuries, was panting and coughing up blood, and staggered slightly.

"Your Highness, there is no need to compare the two of us."

Gu Tianliu's face was pale, he coughed and Yaoyao waved his hand at Mu Cang, "The old bald donkey is so strong that he can be defeated by you with one move, old man, I am not in a good condition now, alas, forget it."

"If you have a chance in the future, let's discuss with His Highness."

Mu Cang smiled slightly: "Okay."

Chapter 18 Psychological Tactics, Martial Arts Monsters

at this point.

It also means that the next match will be the duel between Mu Cang and Taoist Xuancheng.

Decide who is the No. 1 showdown in the Great Xia Wulin.

Many martial arts masters in the arena suddenly froze.

All of them are aware of this.

So, they all turned their heads to look at Xuan Chengzi.

The latter still maintains the posture of Gujing Wubo, but the aura surrounding him is getting colder and colder.

Obviously, his heart is not as peaceful as it appears on the surface.

Everyone sighed: