King of Consciousness

The fist wind was fierce and contained a golden fist light. Qin Mo smiled slightly and saw that he easily avoided the blow by stepping on the "Phoenix Step."

But before he could gain a firm foothold, the golden fist light followed him like a shadow. When it got close to him, it turned into a palm and struck Qin Mo again with overwhelming force.

"Haha, that's interesting." Qin Mo couldn't help but admire the magical boxing technique in front of him. It seems that Wang Jinlin's nickname of "Martial Madman" is not for nothing. Not only is he very good at practicing martial arts, but he is also very good at using spiritual energy. It seems that he also works hard in his daily practice.

Suddenly, Qin Mo also became interested. While avoiding Wang Jinlin's attack, he used his spiritual consciousness to firmly lock on his every move.

At the same time, he opened the "Eye of Illusion" in the sea of ​​consciousness. In an instant, the route of the exercise in his body and the route of his next attack were clearly presented in his mind, down to the smallest detail. At the same time, the "Ancient Cultivation Chart" in Qin Mo's sea of ​​consciousness was also constantly simulating and deducing his boxing technique.

However, just after Qin Mo avoided his second blow again. Not only was Wang Jinlin not angry, but he seemed to have expected that Qin Mo would avoid his attack.

I saw that he was still unhurried, like a gangrene attached to the bone, "hoo, hoo" and continued to punch Qin Mo one after another. Suddenly, the fist wind roared, and the huge spiritual energy brought by the fist wind almost drowned Qin Mo's figure.

It's just that he is stronger, Qin Mo is stronger than him. Even though his fists were fierce, he sometimes turned his fists into palms and caught Qin Mo off guard. However, Qin Mo seemed to have the power of "predicting the unknown". He always avoided the shadow of his fist at the last moment, but also avoided the wind of his palm.

"Bang bang!" Everyone watching looked at such a magical scene in front of them. Suddenly, they all applauded and cheered for the two of them.

An offensive is powerful and the momentum is like a rainbow. A person who avoids them everywhere is like an "antelope hanging its horns", but there is also no trace to be found.

"Hoo, ho," suddenly, Wang Jinlin's offensive became faster and faster. Not only does his Qi pulse last long, but his fist style also becomes more and more powerful.

One moment he transformed his fist into his palm, and the next moment he transformed his palm into his fist. Constantly alternating between fist style and palm shadow. Suddenly, all that was seen was the dirt flying in the field, the flying sand and rocks, and even the sky gradually became dark.

At this time, Qin Mo was like a small boat in the "turbulent waves", he was constantly shuttling between the wind of fists and the shadow of his palms.

Suddenly, under the powerful and sharp fists and palms, his situation not only became precarious, but also seemed to have the possibility of "overturning" at any time.

"Haha, nephew Wang, you have good boxing skills. If you have any powerful moves, use them quickly. Otherwise, I will fight back." Suddenly, in the dust of flying mud and yellow sand, there was a sound. Qin Mo's laughter came.

Everyone was stunned, it was clearly Wang Jinlin who had the upper hand, attacking Qin Mo and sending him running around. How come he doesn't seem to care about the danger at hand, yet he is still so leisurely and carefree?

Moreover, judging from his relaxed tone, it seemed that he didn't take the attack in front of him seriously at all. It seemed that it was not him who was attacked, but Wang Jinlin. Only then did they realize that Wang Jinlin was not only sweating profusely, but also soaked to the skin, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

At this time, Wang Jinlin was simply in a state of misery. The attack he launched seemed to be powerful and powerful. However, Qin Mo is like a slippery "loach", always hitting the place where his fist strikes. Not only does the spiritual energy from the fist disappear without a trace, but also right after the fist disappears , Qin Mo also ducked elsewhere.

It seemed that he had initiated the attack, but later on, it seemed that Qin Mo was constantly tempting him to attack him.

This phenomenon was not obvious at first, but later, when Wang Jinlin was unable to attack for a long time, not only was he so tired that he was out of breath, but he couldn't even catch the corner of Qin Mo's clothes.

Only then did he realize that not only did every spiritual energy attack he sent out disappear without a trace, but the spiritual energy in his body was also declining sharply, and he woke up with a start.

However, why did the attack he launched fail? Moreover, Qin Mo looked like a perfectly fine person, still alive and kicking. Wang Jinlin didn't know why all this happened. He only knew that if things continued like this, it would not be Qin Mo who would collapse first, but himself who would be consumed alive.

Thinking of this, Wang Jinlin immediately stopped hesitating. Instead of being eaten alive, he might as well strike out. "Roar!" He suddenly shouted again.

He punched Qin Mo again, and just when the fist was about to fall on him, he quickly changed his fist into a palm. At this time, he found that Qin Mo was just as he expected, before the wind of the fist hit him. On the occasion, he will never retreat using his magical footwork.

A strong palm wind came towards him again, making Qin Mo's clothes rustle. Just when the palm wind hit him. Suddenly, Wang Jinlin widened his thick eyebrows and big eyes and said with a smile: "Uncle Qin, be careful, take my last move" and turn his palm into a sword. "

Immediately, the sharp palm winds gathered together again, and instantly condensed into a large sword over one foot long. In an instant, the snow-white sword light showed its cold light, and actually emitted a substantial sword light. Wang Jinlin looked at the sword in his hand with satisfaction. Then he raised the sword in his hand and struck Qin Mo in the face.

"Huh!" Before the blade came, the chill was approaching. The sword light seemed to be substantial, hesitating, and it also emitted a dazzling cold light that was breathtaking.

At this moment, Qin Mo seemed not to be aware of the coming danger. He was seen looking at the sword light soaring into the sky, still standing motionless.

"Ah!" At this time, some people couldn't help but close their eyes and screamed in horror. It seemed that they couldn't bear to see the bloody scene of Qin Mo being torn apart.

At this moment, the endless sword light engulfed Qin Mo's entire body. But what was strange was that when they looked up again, they saw not only no sound coming out of the endless dazzling sword light, but not even a drop of blood flowing out.

When the sword light dissipated, Qin Mo was still standing intact. Not only was he unscathed, but he seemed to be chewing something in his mouth. As if he was tasting the most delicious food in the world, he kept bumping his mouth up and down, as if he still had something to say.