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Before the gale, the torrential rain arrived!

That piece of debris was like a sharp arrow that shot towards Mo Beichen densely.

"Puff puff!"

A sound like the sound of popping beans rang out. Instantly, countless small holes were blasted open on the ground, turning the entire bluestone ground into powder.

The walls and the trees seemed to have been drilled through by an electric drill. They were densely covered with small holes, making them look extremely horrifying.

When had those people in the distance ever seen a powerhouse fighting on a daily basis?

He had thought that retreating to a position of one hundred or two hundred meters was sufficient for him to be safe. Who would have thought that the violent gale would arrive so quickly and blow away more than ten people in an instant.

There were also a few bold and unlucky fellows. As they were the closest to him, they were instantly beaten into a sieve and died.

It was too late to run now. The rest of the people had pale faces and panicked. They were all holding onto anything they could get their hands on.

Suddenly, the crowd flipped over as they all cried out in alarm. The scene was extremely tragic.

Before the torrential rain stopped, the hurricane had arrived again!

Under Mo Beichen's tightly furrowed brows, a huge tornado arrived in a flash, and was about to suck Mo Beichen in.

It was as if a root had sprouted from beneath his feet. He was firmly nailed to the ground, and his entire body was like a tree that grew on the precipice of a cliff and never grew back.

His eyes were filled with fighting spirit and a hint of madness.

Under the incredulous gazes of the people in the distance, Mo Beichen did not retreat, but advanced instead, taking a large step forward.

Suddenly, a thunderstorm broke out. Hundreds and thousands of streaks of golden lightning streaked across the sky, transforming the area within a hundred meter radius into a sea of lightning.

With this palm, not only did the killing intent fill the sky into powder, but it also scattered the tornadoes and disappeared from the world. Countless pieces of the tornado fell to the ground like raindrops.

"Is this what you think? No wonder he dared to act so impudently in front of me, he must have some skills. "Unfortunately, an ant is still an ant. No matter how strong he is, he is still an ant!"

Seeing that Mo Beichen had actually withstood his attack, also greatly surprised Elder Zheng.

Elder Zheng smiled coldly, this was just a waste of time, could it be that he could escape from his grasp?

"I thought you were amazing, but it's only at this level. It's as if you're scratching an itch. If Perishing Sun Palace are people like you, then it would be too disappointing. Compared to my Cold Martial Sect, they don't seem to be much different, I really don't know where your sense of superiority comes from. "

As though he was patting the dust, Mo Beichen gently rubbed his palms together and looked at the surprised Elder Zheng with a smile that was not a smile.

"Ignorant fool! "The strength of a Battle Weapon is not something an ant like you can imagine …"

A cruel smile appeared on his face, he raised his arm and suddenly slashed towards Mo Beichen.

Almost at the same time, a flaming saber tens of meters long appeared in the sky. The raging flames on its body burned with a red flame, roasting the air until it was slightly hot.

Even though they were separated by a hundred meters, Mo Beichen still felt a wave of heat coming his way.

The Crimson Flame Saber was Elder Zheng's best martial skill.

Even though it was only a Profound Level technique, its power had far surpassed the Star Rank Martial Skill and was extremely overbearing.

If one cultivated it to the late stage, one could burn mountains and boil rivers, turning a small town into a fiery hell and becoming a forbidden zone for life.

"Whoever provokes the Perishing Sun Palace, although this arrogant brat was lucky enough to endure one blow, he's still dead for sure!"

No one believed that Mo Beichen's luck would continue. Under this crazy attack, no one could survive other than his opponents at the same level.

Everyone revealed looks of shock as they looked at Mo Beichen with sympathetic gazes. In that situation, let alone a complete corpse, he would definitely die without even leaving a trace.

As soon as the flaming blade appeared, it leapt through the air in an extremely fierce manner and appeared above Mo Beichen's head, cutting down with lightning speed!

"Come at me!"

His eyes shone, Mo Beichen was not alarmed, instead, he was happy.

Ever since he had learned the Frost Jade Art, he had not used it his full strength. Now that he was facing the gigantic flaming blade, how could he let go of such a rare opportunity?

It was said that fire and ice were incompatible. It was said that fire was the nemesis of water, but facing ice that was even stronger than water, when the two met, it would depend on who was stronger and who was weaker.

Mo Beichen formed a blade out of his palms, with a wave of his hand, an ice greatsword that was also tens of metres long shot towards the flame lightning above his head.

Everywhere the frost greatsword passed, the ground was covered in frost and the air was frozen. The surrounding temperature fell drastically, as if winter had arrived.

"Puchi!"

With a crisp crackling sound, two War Qi s that were condensed into giant soldiers, none of them managed to gain an advantage over the others, and almost disappeared in the air at the same time.

Even the clouds in the sky were blown apart, leaving only steam rising from the ground in spirals.

"What? He … He actually blocked it?"

Although they did not know who the young man who dared to challenge Perishing Sun Palace was, his courage had already won the respect of everyone present.

The crowd in the distance, had long been prepared to see Mo Beichen's death, but they didn't expect that the last moment would actually wait for such an astonishing outcome.

That was a full-powered strike from a powerhouse with a battle weapon. It was not something that the wind from his palm strike could match up to.

Just who was that young man to be able to block such a terrifying attack? Could it be that he was also a powerful soldier?

"No, that's impossible! Elder Zheng is an incomparably strong battle weapon, and he is just a small War Qi Stage practitioner, how can he block Elder Zheng's attack?

The Perishing Sun Palace disciple looked at Mo Beichen as if he had seen a ghost. The fear in his eyes was as if he had seen a prehistoric Demonic Beast, it was filled with shock.

"The elder must have shown mercy. Otherwise, how could he have escaped the attack twice in a row? That's right, that must be it …"

Some disciples were unable to understand everything that they had just seen, and could only mutter to themselves foolishly. They had even found the most reasonable explanation for themselves.

Seeing that his attack full of confidence had been dissolved so easily, the contemptuous smile on Elder Zheng's face came to a halt.

It was as if someone had suddenly grabbed onto his neck. His old face was flushed and his eyes were wide open, unable to believe the scene that just happened in front of him.

If the first time had been because he had misjudged Mo Beichen's strength, allowing him to luckily escape this calamity, then the second time, Elder Zheng had already revealed his true abilities.

Although he hadn't gone all out with that strike, it still contained seventy percent of his strength.

Even if Elder Zheng was only a one star soldier and was only the lowest existence in War Soldier Stage, he was still a genuine combat weapon, and was many times stronger than Mo Beichen.