The hurricane of vitality formed by Moko Wuliang brought powerful pressure, suppressing Ji Mo's strength and even interfering with his ability to sense and control the vitality of heaven and earth.
On the contrary, Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun can use the vitality of heaven and earth to enhance their strength and attack.
"With their current state, they cannot use the vitality of heaven and earth to attack..."
"What a great Moko Wuliang. It not only suppresses the enemy's strength, but also enhances the strength of Fengyun and the two of them, allowing them to exert power far beyond their current level. No wonder Xiongba will be defeated by this move!"
While resisting the combination of Fengyun and Fengyun, Fengyun and the two slashed out sword energy and sword light one after another. At the end of the season, they were particularly able to evaluate the opponent's attack.
Of course, this is not because Moko Wuliang is not strong enough, but that the current Ji Mo and Fengyun are not on the same level at all.
After turning on Xuanji, at the end of the season, his whole body shimmered with bronze light, and he used his fingers to randomly tap the sword light to scatter the falling sword energy and sword light, which looked extremely cool.
However, Feng Yun, who are the current opponents at the end of the season, don't see it that way.
In their opinion, the end of the season is really scary.
In Moko's boundless state, despite being suppressed and their strength enhanced at the end of the season, the opponent still looked relaxed.
"End it!"
After getting a reminder from the system that his mission had been completed, Ji Mo slowly exhaled and looked at Fengyun and the two flying above him with the help of the vitality of heaven and earth. Ji Mo's palms lit up slightly, and a large amount of true energy poured into him. In the palm of his hand, he waved his arm gently, and a thin line of sword light that was a hundred meters long flashed away.
The next moment, the hurricane of vitality opened a gap, and the sky was exploded by Fengyun with the help of Moko's boundless vitality of heaven and earth, turning into a surging hurricane and scattering away. Then, Fengyun and the two fell from the sky with a look of shock. down.
Moko Wuliang was cut...
No one knows Moko's boundless power better than them, so no one can understand how powerful the sword at the end of the season is better than them.
Immediately, under the still shocked gazes of Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng, Ji Mo said to them: "Very powerful!".
The tone was sincere, without any other emotion, as if he was stating a fact.
But even so, Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun felt a little bitter, and even seemed to have their confidence shaken.
Their Moko Wuliang had just practiced it, and it was broken like this. They didn't have the confidence to use this move to face Xiong Ba.
At this moment, Wuming came over with a helpless expression and said: "It's not your problem. With your strength, using Moko Wuliang is enough to defeat Xiongba...".
Having said this, Wuming paused, looked at Ji Mo, and said: "It's his problem, his strength is much stronger than Xiongba...".
"Haha!" Ji Mo glanced at Wuming speechlessly.
"Okay! That's all for practicing today, let's take a rest!" After looking at the dusk sky, Wuming said something and then said to Ji Mo: "I plan to go back to Zhonghua Pavilion, what are your plans?".
"I don't have any plans, but if you still have that kind of wine in Zhonghua Pavilion, I wouldn't mind being a guest..."
Anyway, there is nothing to do next, so at the end of the season, he and the other party plan to go to the Chinese Pavilion. Moreover, that is the place where Xiongba first fell. When the time comes, he will naturally not miss this good show.
There was a hint of smile in Wuming's calm eyes, and he said: "Then come on!".
With that said, the two said goodbye to Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun, and left quickly.
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Tianxiahui Hall.
The golden chair, decorated with real dragons, seemed unattainable, and a man who exuded a faint domineering smell tilted his head with one hand, supported on the golden chair handle, revealing a scornful eye. eye.
"Gang Leader, this is the situation!"
Dressed in red, a handsome man with a handsome face and an upright posture reported to the man on the golden chair what had happened in Miyin Temple before. When he talked about his design to frame Bu Jingyun, he unconsciously showed a hint of pride. color.
This person, judging from his appearance alone, is undoubtedly a young and handsome man, but upon closer inspection, a hint of sinister aura appears and disappears, lingering on his face, ruining his overall temperament and making him look a little more... of insidiousness.
Xiong Ba rolled his eyelids, a stern look flashed in his eyes, and said: "Duanlang, you did a good job this time, but you're still not ruthless enough!".
Duan Lang was startled and said hurriedly: "Don't worry, leader, I will do my best to kill only the two traitors, Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng!".
"Hmph!" Xiong Ba snorted coldly, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his voice. If it weren't for the fact that there weren't many people available in the world, he, Xiong Ba, wouldn't reuse this little brat who he had always looked down on and was so ambitious.
That's right, even if Duanlang's current strength is not bad, he is still a little loser in his eyes! A little bastard who tries to get close to his precious daughter and wants to reach the top in one step...!
"Send more manpower! Get rid of these two people as soon as possible. This is a good opportunity for you to show your value!" Xiongba held up the palm of his head, raised two fingers, and tapped his forehead twice rhythmically, and then revealed A smile full of meaning, said: "As long as you prove your worth, then you will get the rewards you deserve!".
"I will do my best!" Duan Lang raised his voice and promised loudly, then hurriedly lowered his head.
But when he lowered his head, a light called ambition flashed in his eyes.
Xiong Ba waved his hand and said, "Yeah! Back off!".
"Yes!" Duanlang responded and slowly retreated.
"Ah, Duanlang..." Xiongba whispered, his eyes full of disdain.
He could tell at a glance what kind of person Duan Lang was, but now he really needed a fairly sharp sword in his hand, so he used Duan Lang, whom he had looked down on at the time, but the opponent was definitely not a long-time swordsman. People who use it...
Standing up, Xiongba thought as he habitually walked towards a secret room that only he could enter.
"Success is a matter of wind and cloud, and failure is a matter of wind and cloud?"
"Ha, that's interesting. Just a few words, do you want to sum up my life?"
"Don't even think about it!"
"Ever since I met Master, my destiny has been in my own hands!"
Walking to the secret room, turning on the mechanism and pushing open a stone door, Xiong Ba walked into the secret room.
The secret room was not big, only about ten square meters, and it was empty. Except for an oil lamp that never went out, there was only a futon placed in the center of the secret room.
In addition, there was a portrait that Xiongba drew based on his own memory and hung on the wall.
And that portrait is his... master!
In other words, he is the master he identifies as!
