Palace Master Mo Xin's methods were not unscrupulous. Each of her palms seemed to be attacking the white-haired man, but she actually left one hand to turn the qi energy she struck into qi needles and hide them in the ground.
The air needles in the ground were accumulating more and more. The soles of the white-haired man's feet were covered with needles. He seemed to be on top of a bomb that could explode at any time.
Then, Palace Master Mo Xin sacrificed all these Qi needles to end the battle.
Everyone kept exclaiming and looking at the white-haired man.
The man was attacked by Qi needles and was immediately submerged. His whole body was covered with Qi needles and he was unable to resist. His scalp was numb from the sight.
He fell from the air and fell heavily to the ground, making no movement.
Countless people stood on tiptoes to look.
"Dead?"
"Definitely dead!"
"Hmph, so vulnerable! I thought he was so powerful! He can't even make a single move in front of our Palace Master!"
"A rat!"
"A good death!"
Everyone in the Heavenly Palace sneered.
People from other powerful clans also clasped their fists and praised: "The palace master is amazing!"
"Palace Master Mo Xin is indeed well-deserved. Under the leadership of the Palace Master, the Tiangong Palace will surely soar into the sky and become boundless in its glory!"
"Yeah yeah..."
Everyone was flattering him.
The Zixuan Tianren here has an ugly face.
"Is that guy dead?" someone asked cautiously.
"No!"
Qian Ye suddenly shouted.
"Varied?"
People were startled.
Only then did he realize that not only Qian Ye, Yan Zanghai, the two elders, Palace Master Mo Xin and others all had serious faces, staring closely at the figure lying on the ground.
It seemed like he was looking at something.
After a moment, Palace Master Mo Xin suddenly jumped up and slapped the figure lying on the ground from the air.
Boom!
He pressed forward with his palm force.
The area where the man was was directly dented, with dust flying and rocks flying.
Is this a last hit?
Everyone was shocked.
Could it be that that person is not dead yet?
No one believes it anymore.
How can you survive being hit by tens of thousands of Qi needles? Is this a god?
People were frightened and looked up.
But he saw a figure standing up slowly from the sunken ground and the dusty place.
It was none other than the white-haired man!
"ah?"
The screams of panic resounded.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
You didn't die after being hit by so many needles? How terrible is it?
The man coughed twice, stood up slowly, patted the dust on his body, turned around and looked at Palace Master Mo Xin again.
"The Qi needle... doesn't seem to have penetrated!" The two elders here took a deep breath and said hoarsely.
"Why is this so? The palace master's Qi needle is so powerful! Why can't it penetrate this person's flesh?" Zheng Tongyuan said with a shudder.
"I don't know, this person is definitely not as simple as we thought!" the two elders said hoarsely.
At this moment, no one dared to underestimate this person.
"interesting!"
Palace Master Mo Xin stopped and looked at the white-haired man again: "Your body is at least above the innate body! It seems that it will not be easy to kill you! But it doesn't matter, I have already received thirteen drops.
Falling spirit blood, even if you have an innate body, it will be easy to break you!"
"Really? Thirteen drops of spiritual blood...is that amazing?" the white-haired man asked.
"Oh?" Palace Master Mo Xin frowned: "Do you look down upon thirteen drops of spiritual blood? Do you not know what thirteen drops of spiritual blood means?"
"I know, but I know even more that these fallen spirits' blood does not belong to you! I advise you not to use it as an unjust thing!"
"Hmph! Are you worthy of teaching me a lesson?"
Mo Xin Shen Shen shouted and rushed over again. She stretched out her palms and ten fingers and kept flicking them. Qi needles were generated on her fingertips. She actually accumulated nearly 100,000 Qi needles and directed them towards the acupuncture points on the white-haired man's body.
impact.
The normal acupuncture points, critical points, and hidden points on the white-haired man's body were all locked.
Almost every Qi needle was intended to kill the white-haired man.
But the man didn't panic, he also used his energy and moved towards the whole body.
This time, the man actually used the Qi needle transformed from his own energy to forcefully shake Mo Xin's Qi needle.
He actually wanted to compete with Mo Xin on the Qi Needle.
puff!
puff!
puff!
puff!
...
The air needles on both sides collided and exploded, making bursts of sounds like air explosions, very dense.
"Hahaha, I don't know whether to live or die! Our palace master is blessed by the blood of fallen spirits, and her energy is unmatched in the world! This person actually dares to compete with our palace master head-on? It's ridiculous to the extreme!" Zheng Tongyuan on the other side laughed immediately, with eyes filled with laughter.
It's all contempt and ridicule.
But the next second.
Boom!
A more violent explosion of air came out.
Then all the Qi needles released by Mo Xin were shaken, and then they all turned into clouds and disappeared.
Mo Xin even took half a step back, her body swaying slightly.
"ah?"
The world was shocked.
The minds of everyone present were completely blank.
Zheng Tongyuan almost sat down on the ground.
"How could this happen? Palace Master Mo Xin...actually suffered a loss?" Zheng Tongyuan said blankly.
"You also have fallen spirit blood!"
Palace Master Mo Xin seemed to have an insight into something, and shouted in a deep voice: "I smell the smell! You also used the power of fallen spirit blood! Right!"
"What? Spiritual blood?"
"Does this guy have one too?"
"But even if there is, he is definitely no match for the Palace Master!"
"Yes, the palace master has thirteen drops of spiritual blood!"
The place was boiling.
The white-haired man said nothing, but slowly raised his hand and slowly rolled down his sleeves.
For a moment, there was silence all around.
Palace Master Mo Xin's eyes widened even more, and she looked stupidly at the white-haired man's wrist.
"Thirteen drops of spiritual blood...is that powerful?"
