Attributes are infinitely increasing, I dominate multiple

"

But for Mu Cang.

This pitifully fragile spiritual power is simply ridiculous.

Especially the contemptuous thought conveyed by this spiritual power made Mu Cang laugh incessantly.

Therefore, he didn't even block it, and just allowed the other party's Prajna Secret Mantra to enter his mind.

Mu Cang shook his head slightly, with a mocking smile on his lips:

"Haha, old monk, do you think I'm arrogant? Do you want to teach me a lesson?"

If there is no estimation error.

The spiritual power of the old monk Zhenming who had practiced hard for more than a hundred years was converted into the attributes of his soul that he recognized.

Most likely, just two digits.

Small.

Very small.

Too small.

In Zhen Ming's view.

The arrogant prince in the distance must have been mentally stiff at this time, with no ability to fight back.

So, he's going to take action.

"Let the old monk teach you how to respect your opponent and respect the martial arts."

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

The next moment, the five fingers of the old monk's right hand spread out, and the yellow palm suddenly turned red and swollen.

It was obvious that Qi and blood were running to the extreme.

"Arhat Mahamudra!"

While drinking, Zhen Ming used his palm like an iron pestle to slay the demon, and slapped Mu Cang's chest hard.

But at this moment.

Clang! ! !

A clear sound resounded through the eardrums, causing the old monk's head to buzz and hurt.

The charging figure suddenly froze.

In a daze.

In his eyes, Mu Cang, who used to have a loose posture, suddenly became radiant and transformed into a celestial war god with an angry look on his face.

The Fangtian halberd was thrust towards him with supreme majesty.

It's as if he is just a little monster in the world.

At this time, he was arrogant and dared to challenge the power of heaven.

In an instant, a brilliant surge of heavenly power descended.

He wanted to completely suppress the old monk Zhenming to the point of eternal destruction.

Outside the ring.

From the perspective of many martial arts experts who were watching the battle, the duel between the two was a different scene.

in their eyes.

Mu Cang, who was originally ordinary, suddenly became more powerful.

It almost overwhelmed the whole audience.

This huge momentum.

Like an immortal, like a Buddha, the most holy and divine.

It makes people unable to control themselves.

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

The extremely majestic momentum just now disappeared visibly to the naked eye, just like ice and snow melting.

No.

Not disappear.

It was magically absorbed into the finger of his left hand.

That finger pointed directly at Monk Zhenming.

Snap!

Mu Cang pointed out.

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

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

Zhen Ming stood there in shock, maintaining the same posture as before, his whole body stiff.

now.

He felt a strong, domineering and mind-shaking power suddenly penetrate into his body.

The strong and thick Qi and blood penetrated him layer by layer, and the blood circulation in the body was messed up. It was not uncomfortable to rush left and right.

It even goes back to the mind and heart, making it buzz and unable to control itself.

After a long time.

Zhen Ming came back to his senses.

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

Moreover, the pain in the muscles and bones all over the body was unbearable, and the energy and blood in the body were even more chaotic. Even the soul was damaged, causing dizziness in the head.

Zhen Ming couldn't help but raised his head and asked in shock: "You, you, you? How is that possible?!"

The old monk obviously couldn't accept the fact that he lost in one move.

It wasn't just him who couldn't accept it.

Wang Nanxun, Gu Tianliu and Xuancheng, the three indestructible kings, all had expressions of shock and disbelief.

Even the hundreds of martial arts masters who were watching the battle had their eyes wide open and their mouths slightly open, all shocked.

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

There was a huge uproar in the whole place.

"I'm stupid!"

"Am I dreaming?!"

"How can it be just one move!"

"Even King Kong is indestructible with one move!"

"He's only twenty years old!"

"Is it possible that His Highness the Ninth Prince is truly the best in the world?!"

Intense discussions continued.

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

"Didn't you say it's going to take a long time? Look! Look! Hahahaha!"

Song Di patted Bai Xiaosheng and laughed wildly, just like--\u003e\u003e

It seemed that he had killed Zhen Ming, not Mu Cang.

Bai Xiaosheng also looked suspicious of life.

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

Taoist Xuancheng, who was sitting at the top of the auditorium, looked livid and felt extremely stressed for a moment.

He couldn't help but roar in his heart:

‘How can it be so strong? ! ’

‘This thief! This thief! ’

‘The thief who stole my martial art! ’

As early as midnight yesterday.

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

Xuanchengzi was almost certain that it was Mu Cangxia's hand.

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

It seems that he has practiced quite well.

He couldn't understand it at all.

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

This Ninth Prince Mu Cang definitely stole his sect's skills through despicable methods.

But when I think about it, even with Zhen Ming Lao Ballu's advanced cultivation level, all his mystical methods failed to work.

Xuancheng Taoist couldn't help but grit his teeth and whispered: "The intimidation technique can't be used, I have to go all out!"

Not to mention the reactions of the crowd.

On the ring, Mu Cang looked leisurely, walked slowly to Zhenming with his hands behind his back, and chuckled:

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

Zhenming's beard trembled as he struggled to get up and whispered:

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

Mu Cang smiled and continued:

"You always think I'm arrogant?"

"You're wrong, old monk, it's not me who's arrogant, it's you who's arrogant!"

After saying this, Mu Cang said nothing more and turned away.

Zhenming's pupils trembled, and he lowered his bald head heavily.

This battle.

Mu Cang, a big win!

Time passed quickly.

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

After a few greetings, the two began to fight.

For a while, the sound of wind whistling on the ring and the sound of air bursting were endless.

Mu Cang in the audience did not think that he had too many martial arts.

He still watched the fight between the two with great concentration.

Wang Nanxun's spear skills were both open and closed, and contained a strong gloomy ghost spirit.

He always thrust out the spear from an incredible angle, stirring the surrounding air to explode, and ghosts screamed continuously.

Gu Tianliu's movements were even bigger, highlighting a graceful 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.

With the sharp power of the sleeves of the main body, Wang Nanxun, who was besieged together, looked a little embarrassed.

Mu Cang, who was watching the battle from a distance, had his eyes flashing.

"Yin Gui Spear Skills", "Youluo Qigong", "Crane Leg", "Star-Watching Seven Steps", "Turning the Soul and Moving the Qi", "Haoran True Skill"...

The martial arts displayed by the two during the battle were constantly learned by him and integrated into his own martial arts system.

In the end, Gu Tianliu was one step ahead on the ring, cracking Wang Nanxun's sternum and winning.

However, the former also suffered some minor injuries, wheezing and coughing up blood, and staggering slightly.

"Your Highness, there is no need for us to compete."

Gu Tianliu's face was pale, and he coughed and waved his hand at Mu Cang from a distance, "The old bald donkey is so strong, but you can defeat him with one move. I am not in good condition now. Oh, forget it."

"If there is a chance in the future, I will find Your Highness to spar with him again."

Mu Cang smiled slightly: "Okay.". .