Gao Wu: I, the human martial saint, suppress all races

Zhao Chen said this, looking lonely.

Once the Yuhua Martial Saint passes away, it also means that the Yuhua bloodline that has been passed down for hundreds of years has come to an end.

In addition to being invincible in the world, the greatest blessing that human beings yearn for is the evolution of their bloodline and the prosperity of their families.

This is also the reason why no other human family is stronger than the three major martial saint families.

The starting point of martial arts is different.

Especially direct descendants.

For example, Su Yu and Li Sheng, who were already several generations of Martial Saints, were outstanding because of the high purity of their blood.

But it can't be compared to the real first generation.

The first generation of the three great Martial Saints are now in important positions. They are the real people in power under the Martial Saints of the human race, and their strength is monstrous.

But once the source of the bloodline, the Martial Saint, dies, what awaits them is their demise after their bloodline heritage is completely consumed.

The last generation to become a Martial Saint is Su Yu.

Finally, hope.

Once he fails to rise, in a few decades, the Su family, a mighty martial sage family, will completely disappear in his hands.

After Zhao Chen finished speaking, the small courtyard fell into silence again.

Lin Mo's face was solemn. The impact of the death of a martial saint could already shake the centuries-old foundation of the human race.

He still remembered the peerless grace of the Martial Saint that day, but he didn't expect that the truth hidden behind it would be so cruel.

Even a family's hopes must be pinned on one descendant.

"Brother Li Sheng belongs to a family where the Zhan Tian Martial Saint is at his peak and his bloodline is flourishing, while Su Yu belongs to a family where the Emerging Martial Saint is already old."

Zhao Chen didn't say the rest, but Lin Mo understood.

The power of blood in the two people has undergone subtle changes.

In the battle of strong men, any slight change will also affect the situation of the battle.

As expected, the champion selected by General Star this time will only be chosen between the descendants of Li Sheng and Taixu Martial Saint.

Lin Mo was silent.

Su Yu was his opponent, but also his friend.

The scene of joining forces to fight the enemy on the battlefield that day is still vivid in my mind. Even after he violated the frontline regulations, he tried his best to help him.

But now, faced with this situation, he didn't know what to do.

"Brother Yao, don't think too much. The Yuhua Martial Saint has exhausted his energy and blood, but it's not..."

Zhao Chen said, but subconsciously shut up and did not dare to comment.

"We must seize the time and become stronger!"

Lin Mo's eyes burst out with a brilliant light.

After he learned the news, he realized that there were not many peaceful days left for the human race.

Only the three great martial saints can keep the human race in a state of balance and resist the attacks of all races. Once one of them dies, the balance will be immediately broken.

The darkest era in human history will happen again.

His family and friends will all become targets of all races, which is what Lin Mo least wants to see.

He embarked on martial arts and determined to become stronger. In order to achieve success, didn't he just protect the people around him?

If he can't do it, so what if he only has strong combat power.

"Become stronger!"

"I must seize everything and become stronger!"

"Guard the human border!"

"Drive out all races!"

Lin Mo thought silently in his heart, looked at Zhao Chen and King Li, and smiled slightly.

Because he is not the only one to protect it.

There are thousands of passionate human warriors beside him, working together to rush forward when the day comes.

"Okay, okay, don't talk about this, practice practice!"

Zhao Chen said loudly as if to dispel the dull atmosphere in the courtyard.

"Okay, practice!"

Lin Mo relaxed his muscles and bones, and there was a crackling sound in his body.

"Brother Yao, why don't you have a fight with King Li?"

Zhao Chen said with a smile, misfortune is diverted to the east.

He had seen how powerful Lin Mo was, so there was absolutely no way he was challenging him, just looking for abuse.

"can!"

Lin Mo agreed directly. It just so happened that he also wanted to see the power of the Wusheng family's martial arts "War Holy Seal".

King Li nodded and immediately walked towards the side of the courtyard.

Zhao Chen quickly distanced himself and acted as the referee between the two.

"Everyone is in your place!"

Zhao Chen raised his arms, and Lin Mo and Wang Li adjusted their energy and blood to their peak in an instant.

"start!"

As Zhao Chen shouted loudly, the moment his arms fell, two afterimages rushed out and then collided hard.

boom!

A huge roar sounded, and blood surged into the sky, but it was all stopped by the defensive aura set up by Liu Shan.

Zhao Chen sat on the stool, leisurely watching the first round of close combat between the two, and smacked his lips.

"What a great fight!"

Zhao Chen chuckled and said, "Come on! Brother Yao!"

"And you, King Li, come on!"

One minute later.

After Lin Mo knocked King Li away with a punch, the competition ended.

"Not bad!"

Lin Mo said with satisfaction that this battle had stimulated his qi and blood. After his strength increased, he could fully circulate his qi and blood and digest the discomfort.

Zhao Chen opened his mouth wide and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't.

He still underestimated Lin Mo's monster.

In this competition, when King Li had used all his cards, Lin Mo didn't even use too much energy and mental power, and defeated King Li with just pure and powerful physical strength.

"If Brother Li Sheng comes..."

Zhao Chen made a subconscious comparison in his mind, and his heart contracted.

Lin Mo can actually compare with Li Sheng, the most outstanding descendant of the mighty Martial Saint family!

the other side.

In the smoke and dust, Wang Li walked out, holding his chest. When he looked at Lin Mo, a trace of wonder flashed in his eyes.

It's not surprising that he lost, but losing like this is an exaggeration.

His strength, after the breakthrough, can be regarded as the upper level of the army, but nothing can force Lin Mo's martial arts.

Even the "War Holy Seal" that defeated Zhao Chen was shattered by his punch.

The terrifying physical power and the invincible aura it carried made him tremble.

“The feeling of stagnation in the Immortal Sutra and the Self-Contemplation Method has disappeared!”

Feeling the changes inside his body, Lin Mo's eyes flashed with joy.

King Li was a formidable opponent, so Lin Mo did not adopt quick tactics, but slowly fought against him and made progress.

Now it seems that his choice was undoubtedly the right one.

"How's it going? It didn't hurt you at all."

Zhao Chen suppressed his smile and said that he could tell that King Li's injuries were just superficial injuries, harmless. Instead, his energy and blood were depleted and needed to be readjusted at night.

This is another layer of Lin Mo's intention, so that King Li can smoothly integrate what he gained today.

"It's okay, I feel like my blood has completely stabilized."

Ignoring Zhao Chen's shocked look, King Li walked aside, sat cross-legged on the ground and began to recover.

"Could it be..."

Zhao Chen subconsciously looked at Lin Mo, his energy and blood had not yet been completely stabilized.

"Want to come?"

Lin Mo smiled warmly, stood up, swayed slightly, and his powerful energy and mental deterrence were instantly displayed.

"have to!"

Zhao Chen waved his hand quickly.

He would rather spend time on his own to stabilize himself than be "helped" by Lin Mo, even though it was harmless.

Lin Mo smiled and went to the side to start his daily practice, while also reinforcing the suppressive power of the Martial Saint's Judgment.

During this period, nothing can go wrong.

Today's news had a big impact on him. Finding a way to deal with the power of the Martial Saint's Judgment must be put on the agenda as soon as possible. Only then could he free up his hands and feet to fight, make progress, and prepare for the future.

Seeing the two of them entering a state of cultivation, Zhao Chen also sat down cross-legged and began to solidify his martial arts foundation.

In the training ground 10,000 meters away, there was constant noise.

"So, is this plan really good?"