Chapter 8

Mo Chueh yuan gave a cold smile, his face unchanged, ignoring Mo Shangxin's huge momentum, and cheered in a deep voice:

"Well, I'll take you and make you lose."

Finish saying, stand still in place, sharp eyes like hawk eyes general, closely staring at Mo Shangxin.

Mo Shangxin a listen, showed a conspiracy to succeed in the smile, in the eyes of a flash of fierce color.

"Since you want to die, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Mo Shangxin was cruel in his heart, but he kept on holding out his right hand and running his whole body. A not bright light flashed by. Suddenly, his flesh colored palm became as sharp as a steel knife.

"Split the empty palm."

Hiss.

As the palm of the flesh passed through the air, it made a toothache. The air around it suddenly became turbulent. A series of palm shadows appeared and struck Mo Jueyuan like lightning.

Mo Shangxin split his hand, and all the onlookers were very nervous. Even the three elders and patriarchs in the VIP banquet were surprised. Mo XingKong's eyes were even more worried. The elder Mo Yu's eyes narrowed slightly and said in a flat tone:

"Well, it's a good hand. It has reached the level of mid-term training."

Hearing this, the three elders immediately showed a faint smile on his face. He didn't speak. He just tilted his eyes slightly and looked at the patriarch Mo XingKong's face. When he found that Mo XingKong's face was gloomy, he was secretly proud.

On the platform, Mo Jueyuan looked at the split palm calmly. His whole body was astringent. His eyes were fixed on the split palm, but he was alert in his heart. He didn't dare to be careless, but his body didn't move, as if he was stunned.

Because Mo Jueyuan used the inner body energy to refine his body, Mo Jueyuan didn't have any energy in his body, so he could only defeat Mo Shangxin by his body.

He quickly crossed the air and came to Mo Jueyuan's body. Without hesitation, he slashed to Mo Jueyuan's chest. Mo Shangxin's face was covered with a ferocious smile.

When he was less than 20 cm away from himself, Mo Jueyuan's left hand suddenly raised, without any energy fluctuation, as if he were boneless, as if he was facing Mo Shangxin's palm.

Mo Shangxin is stronger than Mo Jueyuan in strength. He doesn't care about fighting with Mo Jueyuan at all. When he sees the attack from his left hand, Mo Shangxin is not afraid. Instead, he increases his strength, and his smile is even more ferocious.

Suddenly, the change happened suddenly. Mo Jueyuan's left hand speeded up abruptly. In an instant, it swept over Mo Shangxin's hand and came to his wrist. His left hand pinched up into the shape of a crane's mouth. In an instant, it touched Mo Shangxin's wrist.

Pop.

The grinning Mo Shangxin suddenly felt a huge force coming from his wrist and hitting his muscles. Suddenly, his right arm was weak and his strength dissipated in an instant. The whole person was completely frozen. The distance between the palm of his right hand and Mo Jueyuan's chest was only less than five centimeters.

"This, this... How is it possible?" Mo Shangxin doesn't believe it. For this palm, Mo Shangxin's strength is extraordinary. It's no problem to clean up Mo Jueyuan, but he didn't expect to crack it so easily.

Mo Jueyuan looked at the stiff Mo Shangxin, his eyes suddenly showed a sense of cold, without hesitation to fly up a foot, instant kick in Mo Shangxin's stomach.

Bang.

Mo Shangxin flew out like a broken sack and fell to the ground.

Poof.

A mouthful of hot blood spurted from Mo Shangxin's mouth. Mo Shangxin's previous momentum dissipated in an instant. In the eyes of the mice, there was a look of disbelief and confusion.

Mo Jueyuan stepped forward to stimulate Mo Shangxin. He said sarcastically in a low voice:

"No matter how big a mouse is, it's still a mouse."

"Roar, Mo Jueyuan, I want you to die." When the taboo was touched again, Mo Shangxin suddenly stood up and stared at Mo Jueyuan with red eyes. He roared that he wanted to kill in the competition.

After roaring, Mo Shangxin's hands danced rapidly, and his whole body fluctuated violently. The air fluctuated abnormally. A gust of wind rolled up on the flat ground and raged on the platform. Around Mo Shangxin, there was a black tiger roaring furiously. With the appearance of the tiger, Mo Shangxin's face turned pale, but his smile became ferocious and twisted.

"What, it's..."

The faces of the three elders and Mo XingKong's four people at the VIP table are all changed dramatically. Mo Chong, the second elder, is Huo. He stands up and wants to fly to stop him. Mo Tian, the third elder, stands up at the same time and stares at the second elder to prevent his son from being attacked suddenly.

Just as the atmosphere was about to become heavy, a dignified voice sounded, which immediately broke the current situation.

"Sit down."

Mo XingKong's voice came into Mo Chong's and Mo Tian's ears. They looked at each other coldly and sat down slowly.

Around the Biwu platform, Mo Yuting saw Mo Shangxin's posture, and her face also changed dramatically. She quickly called to Mo Jueyuan

"Be careful. This is an intermediate combat skill. Use your strength to defend."

When Mo Chueh yuan heard the speech, he was suddenly surprised. When Mo Shangxin's momentum changed, Mo Chueh yuan felt something was wrong. When the tiger appeared, Mo Chueh yuan was more sure that this move was very dangerous. His mind began to work quickly, calculating how to attack.

Mo Jueyuan had no vitality in his body, so he had to rely on his body to resist the oppression of this momentum. Mo Shangxin tried his best to import the vitality into his fingerprints, and the image of the black tiger became more stable and clear.

Mo Jueyuan's eyes are fixed on Mo Shangxin. Although he is wrapped up in powerful momentum, he has a high sense of war in his heart. That momentum has little influence on Mo Jueyuan, and hardly affects his combat effectiveness. Therefore, Mo Jueyuan has been looking for opportunities to experiment with his "split stone fist" that he has practiced for a month.

All of a sudden, Mo Shangxin's image of black tiger suddenly fluctuated slightly, slightly blurred. Mo Jueyuan only felt that the momentum of oppression around him weakened.

In a flash, Mo Jueyuan's burning eyes suddenly shot out, and he suddenly drank in his heart:

"Good chance, now."

Mo Jueyuan's body method of chasing the cloud was used month by month. In a flash, Mo Jueyuan felt the wind under his feet. His whole body appeared in front of Mo Shangxin like a strong wind, and attacked the tiger head with his head held high.

"Crack stone fist."

"Black tiger tears empty handed."

Black tiger suddenly jumped up, ferocious tiger claws flashing sharp cold light, hard grasp to hit the fists.

Bang bang.

When the fists and claws hit each other, the black tiger suddenly dissipated, a strong air pressure suddenly appeared, quickly formed a strong wind, rolled up the dust on the ground, and the smoke billowed on the competition field, which covered the sight of all the people around.

Mo Jueyuan's cleft stone fist is hard to fight against the black tiger. Although he broke up the black tiger, he was also caught by the black tiger. There are three bloody scratches on each of his arms, dripping blood continuously. The whole person is hit three meters away by the impact of the black tiger.

Mo Shangxin gasped violently, but his face was pale, and the ferocious smile on his face was solidified in a moment, and his eyes showed an unbelievable look again.

Obviously the strength is inferior to oneself, why the match is still safe, only receives some minor injuries?

Mo Jueyuan felt the burning of his arms. His eyes were cold and his body was shining. He came to Mo Shangxin again. Looking at Mo Shangxin with a stiff face, Mo Jueyuan showed a cold smile on his face. He slowly approached him and sneered in his ear

"I'm a waste. You're not as good as a waste. Mouse eye, this is the interest. I'll figure it out with you one by one."

With a low roar, his fists turned into two water dragons. In Mo Shangxin's despairing and fearful eyes, they hit him hard on the chest.

"Crack stone fist."

……

Just as the crowd on the field was waiting for the smoke to disperse, there was another sound of fisting and cracking on the platform.

Bang.

A figure instantly passed through the smoke and fell on the ground around the competition platform.

It's Mo Shangxin.

Everyone was in an uproar. They all looked at the people on the ground with shocked faces. Some of them even prepared to leave quietly to avoid causing trouble.

At the moment, Mo Shangxin's eyes turned white, and his mouth kept spitting blood. His chest was sunken, and his whole body was paralyzed, and his breath was extremely weak.

"Xiner."

The three elders Mo Tian's eyes were suddenly round, his eyes were red, and he suddenly drank. The whole person was like a bird. He swished down to Mo Shangxin and immediately transported the majestic energy into Mo Shangxin's body. At the same time, he explored Mo Shangxin's injury.

After seeing clearly Mo Shangxin's injury, Mo Tian went away immediately.

"Xin'er, Xin'er."

Mo Shangxin's sternum is broken, five or six ribs are broken, and the meridians in his body are in disorder. It can be said that Mo Shangxin has been abandoned, and if he can survive, he will be lucky.

At this time, Mo XingKong and the other two elders are flying to the front, Mo XingKong looked at the smoke filled platform, eyebrows slightly wrinkled, eyes flashed a worried color, right hand suddenly waved, a strong wind suddenly appeared, whistling away the smoke, revealing the scene on the platform.

Mo Jueyuan's arms were bleeding, his face was pale, and he was already in a coma.

When Mo Yuting saw Mo Jueyuan lying on the ground with a pool of blood beside her, her face became ugly. She walked quickly to Mo Jueyuan and called anxiously

"Xiaoyuan, Xiaoyuan, how are you?"

Mo XingKong's face also changed. A light wind blew by and immediately came to Mo Jueyuan's side. Without hesitation, he injected vitality into Mo Jueyuan and stopped bleeding for him.

Big elder and two elder also dare not neglect, immediately send someone to call doctor to come to treat.

Mo Tian's eyes were red with blood, and his eyes were full of hatred. Looking at Mo Jueyuan lying in the pool of blood, he seemed to be ready to say something, but he was pulled by the elder Mo Yu. Looking at the elder who shook his head slightly, Mo Tian forced himself to endure, but his heart was roaring.

"Little beast, I will kill you and avenge my son."