"Boom!"
The streak of light was an arrow radiating golden light and endless runes. When the arrow struck Ji Wuming's spear, there was a loud explosion that shook the heavens and earth.
The arrow shattered, but the violent force shattered Yin Changsheng's long-prepared strike. As the void trembled, Mo Nian's figure appeared before him.
At this moment, Mo Nian's Heavenly Dao King crown bloomed behind his head, and the palace in the vision behind him, empowered by the crown, became even more grand and grand. Every blade of grass and tree in front of the palace was so lifelike, as if a real world had descended.
The palace was sacred and solemn, divine light enveloping Mo Nian, adding a touch of elegance and nobility to him. He looked quite immortal, possessing the bearing of a peerless master.
However, Mo Nian's face wore the arrogant smile of Seventh Brother dissatisfied and Eighth Brother unafraid, and his eyes carried a lecherous undertone, ruining the overall vibe and making it feel out of place.
Seeing Mo Nian's lecherous expression, Yin Changsheng immediately flew into a rage: "Mo Nian, you rat crossing the street! You ruined my plans again and again last time, and today you're using your life to pay off my debt." Enemies
face each other with intense red. With a roar, the domain of faith power surged forward like a tidal wave, and he thrust his spear down at Mo Nian.
"Smack!"
At the very moment Yin Changsheng struck, the void trembled. Mo Nian appeared at his side, swinging an iron shovel at an angle and striking Yin Changsheng's face with a strange arc. As soon as Yin Changsheng moved, he was struck away by the shovel.
"Wahahaha, it worked, it worked! Long Chen's ultimate move—I've learned it too! Hahaha, as expected, without killing intent, it's hard to detect, hahaha!"
Mo Nian smashed Yin Changsheng away with a shovel, leaving everyone stunned. The strike was too sudden and unexpected.
Guo Ran, Xia Chen, and the others saw Mo Nian's move and found it somewhat familiar. It wasn't until Mo Nian shouted that they understood that the arc of Mo Nian's strike was very similar to Long Chen's slap technique.
Mo Nian was jumping up and down with excitement, as if he'd mastered a peerless technique, leaving everyone stunned.
"Courting death" Yin
Changsheng was struck away by a shovel, his face burning with pain. Although the move wasn't fatal, it was extremely uncomfortable to hit. The worst part wasn't the pain, but the blatant humiliation, which had caused him immense mental damage.
"Boom!"
In his fury, Yin Changsheng's faith domain erupted, burning like flames, gritting his teeth as he charged at Mo Nian.
"Whoosh."
Mo Nian's figure suddenly flickered, moving as fast as lightning, and swung the shovel again at Yin Changsheng's face.
With a loud explosion, Mo Nian was sent rolling and flying by Yin Changsheng's spear.
"Huh?" What's going on? Why isn't it working? "Mo Nian failed this time and couldn't help but shout loudly.
"Go to hell!"
Yin Changsheng roared in fury, his spear flashing like lightning, chasing Mo Nian with a barrage of thrusts.
"Hey, hey, hey, slow down! I haven't gotten the hang of this move yet, buddy, give me some face—let me hit a couple more times. No, just once, just once!" Mo Nian was forced into a flurry by Yin Changsheng, constantly retreating, but her mouth was not idle.
"Screw you%[email protected]"
Yin Changsheng cursed angrily, cursing whatever was meant. Yin Changsheng had fought countless battles and slain countless prodigies and giants, but he had never encountered a shameless opponent as Mo Nian.
"Whoosh."
Just as he was cursing wildly, Mo Nian suddenly lashed out with a shovel. Yin Changsheng hurriedly dodged, but his face dodged. The shovel hit his head with a loud bang, making stars appear before his eyes and a swollen bump the size of a goose egg.
"Damn, I missed the mark."
Mo Nian shouted in frustration; he had deliberately provoked Yin Changsheng to create an opportunity for himself.
After all, he wasn't Long Chen; this move was a stealth learned, and his combat experience was far less extensive than Long Chen's. Besides, he wasn't good at close combat, so although he had secretly practiced this move, there was still a certain gap between him and Long Chen.
The first time he succeeded, it was because he was caught off guard. Last time, during their fierce battle, he kept his distance, so Yin Changsheng hadn't expected him to suddenly get close.
The second time, he deliberately provoked Yin Changsheng, taking advantage of his restlessness to launch another surprise attack. But Yin Changsheng was a master and reacted extremely quickly, so his attempt to pull the face off failed.
This move was a casual strike, not intended to harm the enemy, and its power was very limited. In fact, its main harm was to humiliate the enemy's spirit and will.
Yin Changsheng was struck again, his anger erupting like a volcano. His spear flashed with countless spear shadows, forcing Mo Nian to retreat in disarray.
Several times, Mo Nian was nearly stabbed by Yin Changsheng's spear. Mo Nian shouted, "Hey, hey, hey, buddy, this isn't enough. Slow down, let's start over. If I can draw one more time, properly and properly, okay?" No free draws, I'll give you money, and you can name any price. My Mo Nian family is wealthy and wealthy, so money is not an issue. "
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
Yin Changsheng's spear danced like ten thousand lotus flowers blooming. The howling wind cracked the void, each strike containing boundless power of faith. If it struck a person, it might not even leave behind ashes.
What shocked everyone was that Yin Changsheng's domain oppressed the world; ordinary people within his domain had long been unable to move.
But Mo Nian seemed completely unaffected, completely unaffected by his faith power. While dodging and teasing him, although danger was imminent, Yin Changsheng was still unable to do anything to Mo Nian. He gritted his teeth in anger, veins bulging on his forehead.
Finally, Mo Nian dodged hundreds of moves in a row, but was cornered by Yin Changsheng with nowhere to hide. Suddenly, he sheathed his iron shovel and blocked Yin Changsheng's strike with his bowstring.
"Clang!"
The bowstring trembled, and with the bowstring's elasticity, it neutralized Yin Changsheng's spear. Mo Nian was simultaneously sent flying a thousand miles away, drawing his bow with one hand.
"Boom!"
An arrow shot out like lightning. Just as it left the bowstring, it reached Yin Changsheng and was shattered by a single spear.
"Since you want a fair and honest battle, then come on. Long Chen said you have a companion spirit beast?" Summon it out, let me see just how powerful your human-beast fusion really is. Mo Nian said solemnly, holding his longbow.
"You're not enough..." Yin Changsheng swung his spear, pointing it at Mo Nian with a cold smile. But halfway through his laughter, a shovel appeared around him, and a heavy iron shovel struck his face.
With a loud "smack
," the shovel struck solidly, sending Yin Changsheng flying far away like a top.
"Idiot, refusing a toast but drinking a penalty drink, I gave you money and you wouldn't do it. Now look, you've been slapped in the face and can't earn money anymore. Hehe, so what?" Come and bite me! Mo
Nian wore a sinister smile, his face full of sleaziness. It turned out that his battle stance was just a lie, just to seize this opportunity.
Mo Nian swung the shovel in her hand, twisting her waist and shaking her hips toward Yin Changsheng in the distance, looking as lewd and infuriating as possible.
"I'm going to fight you to the end."
Yin Changsheng's hair was a mess, his face twisted with rage, his eyes bloodshot, fierce like a demon. Mo Nian had driven him completely mad with rage.
"Supreme Blood Guide, Divine Possession."
Yin Changsheng roared toward the sky, his supreme aura erupting, blood-red flames beginning to ignite.
"He burned with the blood of pride—is he crazy?" Someone exclaimed, Yin Changsheng had actually burned Supreme Blood—this was a self-destructive move that would harm his lifespan.
"Rumble!"
As Yin Changsheng roared, a massive figure appeared in the world. As soon as that figure appeared, a violent divine might weighed down the Heavenly Dao, as if it wanted to crush the world to pieces.
"Mo Nian, I'm going to skin you alive and grind your bones to dust."
When that figure appeared behind Yin Changsheng, his aura surged instantly, and even his voice changed, filled with the scent of blood.
"Die!"
Yin Changsheng took a step forward, shattering the world beneath his feet as he lunged straight at Mo Nian.