Chapter 17 Defeating the enemy with one finger shocked the audience
But for Mu Cang.
This fragile and pathetic spiritual power is simply ridiculous.
Especially the contemptuous thought conveyed by this spiritual power made Mu Cang laugh incessantly.
Therefore, he didn't even block it, and just allowed the other party's Prajna Secret Mantra to enter his mind.
Mu Cang shook his head slightly, with a mocking smile on his lips:
"Haha, old monk, do you think I'm arrogant? Do you want to teach me a lesson?"
If there is no estimation error.
The spiritual power of the old monk Zhenming who has practiced hard for more than a hundred years has been converted into the attributes of his soul that he recognized.
Most likely, it's just two digits.
Small.
Very small.
Too small.
But in Zhen Ming's view.
The arrogant prince in the distance must have been mentally stiff at this time and had no power to fight back.
So, he is going to take action.
"Let the old monk teach you how to respect your opponent and respect the martial arts."
After saying this, the old monk stepped on the sole of his foot, causing the rocky ground to crack. His blurry figure suddenly crossed a distance of tens of meters and rushed to Mu Cang's face.
The next moment, the five fingers of the old monk's right hand spread out, and the yellow palm suddenly turned red and swollen.
It was obvious that Qi and blood were running to the extreme.
"Arahant Mahamudra!"
While drinking, Zhen Ming used his palm like an iron pestle to slay the demon, and slapped Mu Cang's chest hard.
But at this moment.
Clang!!!
A clear sound resounded through the eardrums, causing the old monk's head to feel buzzing and painful.
The charging figure suddenly froze.
In a trance.
In his eyes, Mu Cang, who used to have a loose posture, suddenly shone brightly and transformed into a celestial war god with an angry look on his face.
Lifting the Fangtian Euphorbia, it thrust towards him with supreme majesty.
It's as if he is just a little monster in the world.
At this time, he was arrogant and dared to challenge the power of heaven.
In an instant, a brilliant celestial power descended.
He wanted to completely suppress the old monk Zhenming to the point of eternal destruction.
Outside the arena.
From the perspective of many martial arts experts who were watching the battle, the duel between the two was a completely different scene.
in their eyes.
Mu Cang, who was originally ordinary, suddenly became more powerful.
It almost overwhelmed the whole audience.
This huge momentum.
Like an immortal, like a Buddha, the most holy and divine.
It makes people unable to control themselves.
Immediately afterwards, Mu Cang put his right hand behind his back.
The extremely majestic momentum just now disappeared visibly to the naked eye, just like ice and snow melting.
No.
Not disappear.
It was magically absorbed into one finger of his left hand.
That finger pointed directly at Monk Zhenming.
Snapped!
Mu Cang pointed out.
In the center of the old monk's right palm.
In an instant, he was 'sealed' in place, motionless.
Zhen Ming stood there in shock, maintaining the same posture as before, his whole body stiff.
now.
He felt a strong, domineering and mind-shaking power suddenly penetrate into his body.
The powerful and thick Qi and blood penetrated him layer by layer, which also messed up the circulation of blood and Qi in the body. It was not uncomfortable to rush from left to right.
It even goes back to the mind and heart, making it buzz and unable to control itself.
After a long time.
Only then did Zhen Ming come back to his senses.
He suddenly realized that he had fallen to the ground.
Moreover, the pain in the muscles and bones all over the body was unbearable, the energy and blood in the body were in chaos, and even the soul was damaged, causing dizziness in the head.
Zhen Ming couldn't help but raised his head and asked in shock: "You, you, you? How is that possible?!"
The old monk obviously couldn't accept the fact that he lost in one move.
It's not just that he can't accept it.
Wang Nanxun, Gu Tianliu and Xuancheng, the three Vajra Indestructibles, all looked shocked and disbelieving.
Even the hundreds of martial arts masters who were watching the battle had their eyes wide open and their mouths slightly open, all shocked.
After a few seconds, these martial arts masters burst into an uproar.
There was a violent uproar in the whole place.
"I am silly!"
"Am I dreaming?!"
"How can it be just one move!"
"Even King Kong is indestructible with one move!"
"He is only twenty years old!"
"Is it possible that His Highness the Ninth Prince is really the best in the world?!"
Intense discussions continued.
Everyone was uttering words frantically, trying to resolve their shock.
"Didn't you say it would take a long time? Look! Look! Hahahaha!"
Song Di patted Bai Xiaosheng and laughed wildly, as if he was the one who killed Zhen Ming, not Mu Cang.
Bai Xiaosheng also looked suspicious of life.
He kept waving his hands and sighing: "Don't ask me, I don't know anything now."
Taoist Xuancheng, who was sitting at the top of the auditorium, looked livid and felt extremely stressed for a moment.
He couldn't help but roar in his heart:
'How can it be so strong?!'
'This thief! This thief!'
'The thief who stole my martial art!'
As early as midnight yesterday.
He received the news of the deaths of Zhang Qiyuan and Feng Yongchao, as well as the details of their deaths.
Xuanchengzi is almost certain that it was Mu Cangxia's hand.
As for how the other party got the technique from Zhang Qiyuan in just one day.
It seems that he has practiced quite well.
He couldn't understand it at all.
But no matter what, Taoist Xuancheng has now determined it.
This Ninth Prince Mu Cang definitely stole his sect's skills through despicable methods.
But when I think about it, even with Zhenming Lao Ballu’s advanced cultivation level, even his exquisite mystical methods failed to work.
Taoist Xuancheng couldn't help gritting his teeth and whispering: "The intimidation technique can't be used anymore, I have to go all out!"
Not to mention the public's reaction.
On the ring, Mu Cang had a leisurely expression, slowly walked up to Zhen Ming with his hands behind his back, and chuckled:
"Old monk, you seem to have misunderstood something."
Zhen Ming's beard was trembling as he struggled to get up and whispered:
"Poor monk...poor monk..."
Mu Cang smiled and continued:
"You always thought I was arrogant?"
"You are wrong, old monk. It's not that I am arrogant, but that you are arrogant!"
After saying this, Mu Cang turned around and left without saying a word.
Zhen Ming's pupils trembled and he lowered his bald head.
This battle.
Mu Cang, great victory!
Time passed quickly.
Wang Nanxun and Gu Tianliu were also standing on the ring at this moment.
After the two exchanged a few words, they began to fight.
For a moment, the wind roared in the arena, and the sound of air bursting could be heard all the time.
Mu Cang, who was in the audience, did not think that he had much knowledge in martial arts.
Still watching the battle between the two attentively.
Wang Nanxun's marksmanship is both broad and powerful, and also contains a strong spooky aura.
The big spear is always thrust out from incredible angles, stirring the surrounding air and causing the ghosts to hiss and scream.
Gu Tianliu's movements were even bigger, highlighting his elegant and unrestrained appearance.
As the old man's figure flickered, several phantoms that were difficult to distinguish between true and false appeared from time to time.
Coupled with the fierce force coming out of the main body's sleeves and robes, Wang Nanxun, who was surrounded by everyone, looked a little embarrassed.
Mu Cang, who was watching the battle from a distance, had his eyes flashing.
"Yingui Spear Technique", "Youluo Qigong", "Crane Legs", "Seven Steps to Looking at the Stars", "Transferring Spirits and Qi", "Haoran True Kung Fu"...
The martial arts revealed during the battle between the two were constantly studied by him and integrated into his own martial arts system.
In the end, Gu Tianliu made a clever move on the ring and cracked Wang Nanxun's sternum, winning the match.
However, the former also suffered some minor injuries, was wheezing and coughing up blood, and was slightly staggering.
"Your Highness, there is no need for us to compete."
Gu Tianliu's face was pale, he coughed and waved his hand at Mu Cang, "Old Bald Donkey is so strong that you can defeat him with just one move. Old man, I'm not in good condition right now. Oh, forget it."
"If there is a chance in the future, let's discuss it with His Highness."
Mu Cang smiled slightly: "Okay." This chapter has been completed!
