"This is the second level of the Heaven-Slaying Decision!"

"How is it possible? He has obviously practiced evil magic, so why did he kill the Heavenly Sword!"

"Using the power of the wind, this is indeed the Sky-Slaying Decision! How did Mo Yiming do it!"

In an instant, everyone was in an uproar. Especially when Hun Xuanji was in his eyes, he could not hide his surprise. This expression made his body tremble a little, and even his face twitched, as if he felt that he was slapped invisibly again.

Before this, he had been targeting the people in the back mountain, and was very sure that Mo Yiming had practiced a certain kind of evil technique, so his cultivation level improved so quickly. But he knew more than most people that if he practiced evil technique, it would be impossible to practice Xifeng magic.

And the scene in front of you, the clear power of the wind, made all this self-defeating without any attack!

But he could not imagine how Mo Yiming did it in a short period of time to reach the ninth level of Qi gathering.

Even those monks who had shouted and burned Mo Yiming before looked back at the moment, although they did not feel regretful, they felt an invisible sense of awe in their hearts!

Not only Soul Mystery, but also Yun Zhuan, Qingxuan, Cheng Yuanbi on the stone pillar, had an incredible look in her expression at this moment. This feeling made their minds shake. They stepped into the ninth level of Qi gathering for several months. Such a progress in cultivation, let alone in the West Peak or the entire Nanshan, have never encountered it before.

"Although I don't have the talent for cultivation, I have reached the ninth level of Qi Gathering in a short period of time. I also practiced the most difficult magic to practice in Xifeng, the Sky-Slaying Jue. Where did Mo Yiming come from!"

Although Cheng Yuanbi didn't speak, her uneasy expression had betrayed what she thought in her heart. Even under this speculation, she became curious about Mo Yiming's identity.

But this curiosity only flashed in an instant, leaving behind a kind of incomprehensible understanding of the mystery, and under this mystery, she felt an invisible awe that rose inexplicably.

Yun Zhuan did not continue to speak, or he knew that every word he said at this moment would be regarded as a laughing stock by the other party. He knew clearly that no monk in the south gate could be compared with Mo Yiming now!

Even if Cheng Yuanbi has a genius like Liu Zhongling in cultivation, he can only feel ashamed of Mo Yiming now.

Xiao Kehan's expression fluctuations were the most complicated. When the fairy of Nanming was about to step on the west peak in the back mountain, he stood up and said that Mo Yiming was practicing evil arts. On that day, every sentence and every word fell into everyone's ears, he was clear. At present, Mo Yiming was indeed a cultivator at the ninth level of gathering energy, but he did not practice any evil arts. At this moment, Xiao Kehan ​​suddenly felt that Mo Yiming was so terrible!

"If he remembered the events of that day, I, Xiao Kehan, will not be at this Xifeng in the future."

What I have to say is Qingshan. He stood in the crowd with injuries, looking up at Mo Yiming, whose robe fluttered in the sky, and the time when he first met Mo Yiming was echoed in his mind.

Regarding Mo Yiming and Lei Xiao, when he was in the strange beast ridge, he was not optimistic about these two people, but he did not expect that Lei Xiao was a person with extraordinary talent in cultivation. Now he did not expect that Mo Yiming is even more a genius among geniuses!

In contrast, Liu Zhongling, whose expression did not fluctuate much. Before this, she had been speculating about Mo Yiming, but now it seemed that it was proof of what she thought.

As for Yichen, Wuheng, and the people in the back mountain, they think all this is natural.

Jian Antian stood in the air, holding a golden sword. Even though the golden sword made a thunderous sound, burning the surrounding void. But when Mo Yiming attacked with the power of the wind, he could feel a huge pressure and attacked it.

His expression became extremely solemn. Under the control of his thoughts, his cultivation power suddenly increased the golden sword in his hand and blocked him in front of him.

With a bang, the cultivation fluctuations echoed in the air. Jian Antian felt a huge force of resistance and flew backwards.

"How is this possible? You obviously don't have the talent for cultivation!"

After barely standing firm in the air, Jian Antian roared angrily, and the unwillingness in his expression turned into anger in his eyes, as if flames were burning in his pupils.

"Everything is possible!"

Mo Yiming shouted deeply and stepped out of thin air. After stepping out of thin air, his murderous intent became stronger in his eyes. Jian Antian's humiliation and crushing of himself in the past turned into the power of his cultivation in his fist at this moment. His body turned into a long rainbow, like an arrow from a string, and he quickly headed towards Jian Antian.

Jian Antian was shocked and slapped the Baichuan bag on his waist suddenly. A green pill appeared in his palm. After being taken by him, his power instantly increased a lot.

With a golden sword in his hand, a transparent golden protective circle suddenly appeared around Jian Antian's body. The protective circle was covered with sword shadows, and a huge pressure came as it rotated.

Mo Yiming, who was approaching, also felt the powerful sense of pressure, but his fist swung up.

"Bang!"

The shocking explosion echoed, and at the place where Mo Yiming's fist hit, the golden aftermath and white ripples echoed ten miles away.

The numbness from the fist flew directly backwards with Mo Yiming's body.

"Shameless, shameless, I actually take the Enhancement Pill!"

Seeing Mo Yiming flying backwards, Wuheng roared loudly on the stone platform.

"The sect competition did not say that you could not take pills!" Hun Xuanji said.

"Your entire Temple of Heaven Sect is shameless!"

Wuheng felt like he was indescribable. This feeling made him feel extremely uncomfortable. He hesitated back and forth on the stone platform while roaring.

At the same time, in the sky, Mo Yiming's expression finally appeared solemn. The sudden increase in power made Mo Yiming feel the gap in power instantly.

"I won't lose!"

The moment Mo Yiming had just stood firm, Jian Antian roared and flew forward. Under the cover of the golden protective ring, he looked like a ball of light from a distance.

Mo Yiming didn't have time to think too much, and as he changed his body, he punched him again.

With a bang, although the fluctuations in cultivation dispersed, the golden protective ring was not damaged at all.

"I don't believe it!"

The numbness from the fist made Mo Yiming's fighting spirit stronger. He turned into a rainbow at his current extreme speed, waving his fist and constantly hitting the golden protective circle.

However, with a series of explosions, the cultivation fluctuations dispersed, and the golden protective circle was still not damaged at all.

Jian Antian was in the protective circle, looking at Mo Yiming who seemed to be crazy, and a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Even if the Zhatian Jue is strange, you will overestimate your ability to choose this kind of magic. If you cannot make the third level of enlightenment, it can only be an increase in speed."

After the words fell, Jian Antian's expression suddenly changed, his hands spread out, and the phantoms of the golden sword echoed and rotated.

"Let you taste the power of my sword breaking!"

Immediately, Jian Antian made five fingers, and the rotating golden sword suddenly collided together, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a huge golden sword.

The powerful cultivation power gathered on the sharp sword. Even the cultivators on the stone platform felt the pressure of the cultivation power, and even knew the power of the sword.

Mo Yiming was also shocked, knowing that after this sword was shot, he would be disabled even if he was not dead!

Just as he was about to respond, Jian Antian waved his palm and a huge golden sword roared and rushed towards Mo Yiming like a rocket.

After taking the strange pill, Mo Yiming could clearly feel that not only Jian Antian's power increased, but also his speed was much faster.

If Mo Yiming had faced this attack before, he would have responded. But now, he could only fight head-on! He didn't have much room to think. So he grabbed his palm in the void. When the strong wind power came, he used the second level of the Sky-Slaying Art to swing it out directly with the power of the wind.

"Bang!"

A stronger explosion sounded, and a golden wave of power echoed ten miles away with ripples.

During the fluctuation, you can clearly see Mo Yiming spewing out a mouthful of blood, his body flew backwards quickly, and even fell.

"Mo Yiming never realized the third level of the sky-slaying! So the speed has been improved only, but the power of cultivation and magic power are still inferior to Jian Antian's magical sword break!"

"The power of this sword breaking cannot be underestimated. Mo Yiming took this blow hard and his body did not turn into nothingness!"

"If you can understand the third level of the Heaven-Slaying Art and turn the wind into form, this sword An Tian will definitely not be Mo Yiming's opponent."

"That can be said that this Heaven-Slaying Art can be understood by enlightenment. Among the four peaks, the only one who understands the three levels of the Heaven-Slaying Art is Beifeng Wu Zhongqiang!"

...

Jian Antian watched Mo Yiming fall rapidly, and suddenly a murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he pursued the victory.

Mo Yiming's hair was messy, and as his body fell, his robe was blown by the wind, making a slap sound.

But his eyes were open, and although there was a severe pain in his chest, it seemed that his heart had been shattered. He knew very well that if the previous blow had not been lost because of the golden light flashed in his body, he would have been wiped out!

Jian Antian fell from the sky like a golden ball of light, chasing Mo Yiming.

Mo Yiming looked at Jian Antian's pursuit, and a touch of self-deprecation appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Did you lose like this?"

"Pai!" "Pai!"

The robe of her body kept hitting the void, and when it made a sound, it fell into Mo Yiming's ears. Each sound was so clear and thorough.

"I see!"
Chapter completed!