Chapter 891 Sorry, your unique skill belongs to me!
Moro looked at the scene in front of him incomprehensibly, feeling it was too incredible.
The other heavenly kings, including Maha, also raised their eyes, looked at this scene in shock, and opened their mouths slightly.
It's not that they weren't calm enough, it was just that the scene in front of them was too outrageous.
First of all, the 20th level ancestral realm strongman is a rare existence in their plane. Even in the Star Alliance where he is, he is still a strong man standing at the top. How can the unique skills created by such a strong man be said to be seen through?
If you see through it, you will resist if you say you want to.
It doesn't matter if he blocks it. The problem is that the way the opponent blocks it is a little too outrageous.
"Didn't see clearly?"
Luo Yu raised the corners of his mouth and moved his arms in the air. There was nothing mysterious about it, but all of Moro's attacks were blocked. Then everyone saw that Moro's body was hit hard and kept deforming, as if there were countless ways.
It was like a fist hitting him.
Moro was so shocked that he even forgot to fight back.
"You...you...how could you!"
Amid Moro's incredible exclamation, the other heavenly kings were really confused as to what was going on.
Everyone in Douluo Continent didn't understand what happened.
It was clear that Moro had the upper hand just now, while Luo Yu could only take a beating. Why did the situation reverse in an instant?
Why was Shi Tianjun, who was so powerful just now, all of them with their mouths open and stunned?
Bibi Dong asked Gu Yuena beside her.
"What happened just now?"
Gu Yuena shook her head, a look of confusion flashed across her purple eyes. Not to mention other people, she didn't understand either.
Just when everyone in Douluo Continent was in a state of confusion, Moro had been beaten to pieces and was blown away.
"Whoosh!"
Finally, Mo Xin took action and caught Moro and saved him.
He stared at Luo Yu like he was looking at a monster:
"You...you guy, why do you use the Kongming Fist, our ancestral realm's secret skill in the Netherworld plane?"
"you guess?"
Luo Yu grinned and waved his arms. The space and the black air flow formed a wonderful combination of changes, and invisible fist prints burst out.
Mo Xin was shocked, the power of his soul surged, and a dark black shield was erected.
The goggles were dented, showing fist marks, and he was shocked again and again.
"Kong Ming Fist, is it really Kong Ming Fist?"
"even--"
Mo Xin swallowed her saliva and said in disbelief:
"Even playing smoother than Moro?"
As soon as these words came out, all the heavenly kings were shocked. How can the ancestral realm be so easy to learn?
Except for Maha, each of the Ten Heavenly Lords has only mastered one skill. Once mastered, they can be said to be invincible below the ancestral realm of the Netherworld plane.
In the end, this guy learned it just as he was told?
When everyone in Douluo Continent heard Mo Xin's cry, they realized what a terrible thing Luo Yu had done.
He actually learned the opponent's secret skill?
In such a short period of fighting, he completely mastered the opponent's secret skills and surpassed them?
"How did you do that?" Mo Xin yelled a little lost his voice.
Luo Yu shrugged.
"Is it difficult to learn?"
"But this empty punch is really easy to use."
Moro was beaten to pieces, but now he almost fainted from anger when he heard Luo Yu's understatement.
Luo Yu smiled and said: "Thank you, Mr. Moro, for traveling thousands of miles to send me your unique skills."
"Now I declare that your unique knowledge belongs to me."
"Nah...Nima...Puch-"
Moro spurted out a mouthful of black blood, fell into Moro Xin's arms, and fainted.
"Brother, what should we do now?" Mo Xin did not take action rashly, but turned to look at Mo He, waiting for him to make a decision.
After the initial shock, the corners of Maha's mouth rose.
"Interesting, really interesting."
"You, an indigenous ant, really surprise me."
"Being able to defeat the sixteenth-level Moro is nothing, but being able to imitate the Kong Ming Fist is indeed something."
Luo Yu hooked his fingers.
"If you have any special skills, you might as well try them."
Maha shook his head.
"As you are now, you are not worthy of letting me take action, and there is no need for you to be proud."
"If my guess is correct, it should be the descendants of the Ninth Ancestor who taught you these. I remember that the descendants of the Ninth Ancestor brought some secrets of the ancestral realm with them when they left the Netherworld."
"Um?"
Luo Yu was speechless. He had never seen the God of Destruction use any secret book.
In fact, his Divine Eye of Creation awakened the ability to copy very early, but there was nothing worthy of his copying and learning in Douluo Continent, so it was not as useful as his own.
Are they copying Tang San's hidden weapon techniques?
Come on.
Hidden weapon, Xiaodaoer.
He prefers a broad-based fighting style and disdains these small tricks.
Those who use concealed weapons, play tricks, and play tactics are all at risk.
heart".
If you can be the boss, who should be the sixth?
Mo He looked at Luo Yu with an increasingly strange look, and became more and more sure of his guess.
"Mo Ao, go try him and let me see if this guy has secretly learned the secret skills of our Netherworld Holy Heaven."
A dark shadow walked out from the back of the giant beast, revealing its pale face. There was a bloody scar on its face that ran through the entire cheek and could not heal for a long time.
He seemed not to care about the pain on his face at all, and said sternly:
"Brother, it's already remarkable that this guy can learn the Kong Ming Fist, but can he also master the other unique skills of our Shengtian?"
Maha didn't say anything, just glanced at him lightly.
Mo Ao suddenly trembled.
Staring at Luo Yu.
"Aboriginal, the moment I take action, you are already dead."
"Oh?" Luo Yu raised his eyebrows.
The next second, Luo Yu's throat opened with a bloody streak, and golden blood splashed out.
"Brother Yu!"
Everyone in Douluo exclaimed.
what happened.
Obviously he didn't see Namo Ao take action, he just stood there, so why did Luo Yu's throat get slit.
Luo Yu circulated the divine light in his palm and touched it on the damaged neck.
The blood suddenly stopped and sputtered, and the wound recovered as before.
"Tsk, your vitality is quite strong."
Mo Ao smiled contemptuously, the black nails on his fingertips revealed a cold glow, and they were stained with golden blood from unknown time.
He stuck out his tongue and licked it, looking intoxicated.
"hiss--"
"tasty."
Gu Yuena looked at this scene in shock.
"This...when did this guy take action?"
Luo Yu said: "A good method."
"oh?"
Mo Ao said in surprise:
"Interesting, you are the only native who remained calm after my attack."
"But, damn it, you still have to die."
"This time, you won't be so lucky."
"Are you ready? I'm going to take action."
"No nonsense..."
Luo Yu frowned, but before he finished speaking, his chest suddenly exploded, opening a bloody hole and being penetrated directly.
The Douluo crowd's pupils stagnated, and their hearts seemed to slow down for a beat.
In the end what happened.
When did this guy take action?
Luo Yu's chest penetrated from front to back, revealing a hole, and blood continued to remain.
And Mo Ao had already taken out a white handkerchief and wiped the blood, elegantly and indifferently...