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Logically speaking, under his attack, even the strongest War Qi Stage Realm martial practitioner would only explode on the spot. It was simply impossible for an accident to happen, and there was no chance of survival either.

The difference between the two might seem like a single level, but just this small difference was the difference between life and death. It was a gap that countless people would be unable to overcome in their entire lives.

All below the level of a battle soldier were ants, so it was not a random thing to say.

However, this impossible thing happened right in front of his eyes, and it was seen clearly by so many unrelated people.

It was just that at this time, no one would think that Mo Beichen was too strong, and would even think that they knew him because he was too weak, with a false reputation, that he had tarnished the name of the Battle Weapon, which was just like a silver wax spearhead, useless.

A dignified expert soldier could actually fight to a draw with a kid from War Qi Stage?

This was the biggest joke in the world!

He could already imagine the mocking gazes of others. They would definitely treat him as a joke.

Elder Zheng's nose almost went crooked from anger. The hatred in his heart for Mo Beichen was like a flood that had burst through a dike, he wanted to pull out his tendons and skin, and hack him into a thousand pieces!

"Good, very good! A little War Qi warrior like you was able to escape from my hands twice in a row. However, this matter will not last long, and your good fortune will come to an end. I will let you know the consequences of angering me! "

Elder Zheng's face became gloomy, as though he could squeeze water out of him, and spoke fiercely again. Seems like he was going all out, and was determined to kill Mo Beichen.

He didn't expect that after advancing to the 12th layer, his strength would have such a huge increase. He didn't even need to spend a lot of effort before receiving two consecutive blows from his opponent.

Mo Beichen was also very surprised and was filled with pleasant surprise.

In terms of attack power, Elder Zheng's second move was actually not any weaker than Elder Chen's second attack that day.

Compared to when he tried so hard to block it and was sent flying with a single strike, Mo Beichen now had the ability to face it head-on.

There was a huge difference between the two situations.

Raging flames appeared in Elder Zheng's hands as he stared at Mo Beichen with a fierce glint in his eyes. Layers after layers of sharp power enveloped Mo Beichen, like invisible shackles that made it hard for Mo Beichen to move.

Mo Beichen resisted the enemy's tyrannical power with all his might, causing the War Qi in his body to be raised to its peak state. As the drum reverberated, the black battle robe behind him fluttered in the air.

Suddenly, he opened his palm and the power of lightning surged out, forming a dazzling golden battle blade.

The moment the battle blade appeared, a sharp glint that could pierce through metal shot out, slicing open a huge gap in the opponent's majestic aura.

"Sizzle …"

The sound of cloth tearing could be heard, Mo Beichen leaped, and like a nimble monkey, he covered a distance of over ten metres, and escaped from his opponent's grasp.

Feeling all the bones in his body make gurgling sounds, as if they were being crushed, Mo Beichen turned around. He looked at the cold and indifferent Elder Zheng, and said with a stern gaze: "Li Feng voluntarily joined my Cold Martial Sect, I did not force him. You kept on insisting on killing me. Don't tell me you want to cause a war between our two sects? "

As though he had heard a joke, Elder Zheng smiled contemptuously. His gaze was filled with disdain, as though the young man before him was already a dead man.

"If it wasn't for you, would he have changed his mind? As for the two great battles … Hehe, with your Cold Martial Sect, so what if we start a war! "

Looking up at Clan Elder Zheng, Mo Beichen clenched his fists tightly, and sighed while shaking his head: "Looks like you don't plan to speak reason. Moreover, could it be that you represent Perishing Sun Palace? If you were to rashly start a war with the Cold Martial Sect Sect, would you be able to bear this crime? "

Elder Zheng raised his head and laughed: "Rationality? Whichever fist was bigger made sense! What kind of thing was Cold Martial Sect? A sect that had long since fallen into despair was not even worth mentioning.

If it wasn't because of scruples... Hmph, your Cold Martial Sect have long been turned into rubble, how can they allow you to occupy the tenth position for so many years.

His words contained some hidden meaning, but he was hesitating to speak. He revealed a bit of secret information that Mo Beichen had never obtained before.

Mo Beichen's entire body was covered in lightning, his eyes filled with anger: "Does that mean you're determined to fight me to the death?"

However, the other party's killing intent towards him was so thick that he was basically unwilling to give up, causing Mo Beichen, who originally did not want to fight lightly, to become extremely angry.

"You ignorant fool, you think too highly of yourself. The one who will die today will only be you!"

"Buzz!"

Knowing that this matter could not be resolved, Mo Beichen did not waste his breath. While the other party was speaking, he turned into a bolt of lightning and struck towards Elder Zheng's waist.

This strike was completed in the blink of an eye. It was shockingly fast!

But the other party was, after all, a strong expert of War Soldier Stage, so how could they be ambushed so easily?

Elder Zheng raised his arm fearlessly and with a sudden wave of his hand, a "Peng" sound was heard as the collision unexpectedly forced back the storm-like attack.

Mo Beichen's entire body was as hard as iron, and his skin had a metallic luster. His steel body was in the Perfection Stage and was only one step away from the Perfection Stage.

Otherwise, that strike just now would have very possibly caused Mo Beichen to lose his life!

Even so, his face was still as pale as gold paper, and his mouth revealed traces of blood. The skin that was as hard as steel had spiderweb-like cracks on it, as if it could break apart at any moment.

"Kill!"

Mo Beichen roared, lightning flashed deep in his left hand and with a swipe of his hand, a golden whip the size of a child's arm condensed into form.

At the same time, the lightning blade appeared in his right hand, and several streaks of golden divine radiance coiled around his body. It was as if a divine weapon had descended from the heavens, filled with authority.

"Come on. Today, no matter how many tricks you use, you won't be able to escape death!"

A glimmer appeared in Elder Zheng's eyes. Suddenly, a fiery light surged from within his body as a fiery red long sword appeared from within him. It was his weapon, the Fire Essence Sword.

Grasping the Fire Yuan Sword, Elder Zheng laughed: "Stop this pointless struggle, die!"

"Bam!"

After all, it was a weapon condensed from War Qi, and it was not comparable to a real spirit artifact.

The Fire Yuan Sword shook the golden long whip away and heavily slashed onto the lightning blade. Instantly, the blade's body broke into pieces, and Mo Beichen felt a heavy vibration from his hand, causing his entire right arm to become numb.

Amidst his loud laughter, Elder Zheng's fire origin sword was raised once again as the powerful War Qi instantly exploded forth, bringing with it a berserk power and sending Mo Beichen and his whip flying.

A trail of blood was left in the air. His face turned pale, and he was injured once again.

Killing intent soared in the opponent's eyes as he suddenly moved forward!

The red longsword flew out of Mo Beichen's hand, and like a red bolt of lightning, it streaked past, turning the long whip in Mo Beichen's hands into countless of light spots and pierced into his body.

"Pfft!"

Suddenly, a sharp pain came, Mo Beichen looked down, only to see that the sword's tip had pierced through his lower abdomen, and in the next moment, piercing through with blood flowing out.