Another young man with a seven-star martial arts king was besieged by five five-star and six-star martial king instructors. The battle was in full swing, and the ground was already in a mess. The students all supported each other and hid far away.
Hong Yihai wanted to help, but Li Gui, who injured his leg, said: "No need to go, the instructors can take down this guy." After saying that, he looked towards Mo Xingchen, and he was secretly shocked. This Mo Xingchen was much more powerful than he imagined.
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In order to stop the Five-Star Spirit King, Mo Xingchen had to use his Heavenly Tiger Dragon Fist Technique. Although it had little effect on a master who was three stars away from him, he was still able to restrain him firmly, and his handsome face turned pale.
The red-breasted black eagle couldn't dodge in time, and one of its talons was cut off by Master Su's giant sword. It let out a shrill cry of an eagle, and its huge body was unbalanced, almost causing the Spirit King above him to fall down.
"Abang, your idea is too tough, let's retreat!" The Five-Star Spiritual King finally understood the difference in strength. He didn't expect that just one student could reach the level of a Two-star Spiritual King. With the addition of an Eight-star Martial King, he was no match for him.
"Sixth, help me!" Abang over there is in danger. After all, the instructors are not vegetarians. Abang's body and back were scratched by weapons. He looked bloody and miserable.
Lao Liu was shocked, and when he was about to let Black Eagle rush over to save people, the blue blade of Mo Xingchen's death scythe struck hard again.
"Boy, go to hell!" Lao Liu's attack was fierce. He didn't care about the monster under him. He turned his fists and whipped Mo Xingchen fiercely with a bronze stick.
"Bang!" There was a sound of gold and iron being delivered. After all, Mo Xingchen was too weak, and he immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, and his whole body was thrown backwards from the Qinglong Double-winged Tiger.
"Help!" Instructor Su shouted anxiously, and the giant sword struck the red-breasted black eagle. The black eagle screamed pitifully, turned into a green light, and was directly absorbed into Lao Liu's ring.
Lao Liu held a bronze stick in his hand, a trace of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, his face was extremely ferocious, and he stared at Teacher Su viciously with his eyes.
"Old guy, you dare to hurt my monster, I'm going to kill you!" With that said, he rushed towards Teacher Su.
Instructor Su sneered, and just when he was about to use his combat skills, the sixth man suddenly turned around and ran straight into the woods. This guy actually ran for his life regardless of his accomplices.
"Where to escape!" A ray of blue light shot out from the front, and a dragon roar rose from the sky. Mu Yu's crescent knife was used to perform the "Dragon Shock", and struck hard at the charging Lao Liu.
Elder Su was shocked, but Mu Yu stopped him, and his giant sword had already swung out powerful sword energy and struck Lao Liu's back.
Mu Yu's sudden appearance also surprised Lao Liu. The copper staff immediately blocked Mu Yu's full blow, and Mu Yu's whole body was directly knocked away by the blue light. His chest was choked and a stream of blood sprayed out.
"Ah!" A scream rang out, and the blue armor on Lao Liu's back was broken open by Elder Su's sword. His whole body was pressed into the ground by the huge fighting spirit, creating a deep pit of three to four meters.
The guy named Abang on the other side was also seriously injured by the combined efforts of the instructors, and fell to the ground whining.
Elder Su jumped into the pit and lifted Lao Liu up. At this time, Lao Liu's veins and veins all over his body were crushed by war energy, his seven orifices were bleeding, and his breath was weak.
"Who are you!?" Elder Su was also a little embarrassed at the moment, and a few strands of his originally tied gray hair fell down. He looked into the distance, wondering what was going on over there with Brahma Tianluo.
"You, if you dare to kill us, you will be punished!" The wandering Lao Liu uttered a few weak words and glared at Teacher Su fiercely.
Suddenly, there was a strong gust of wind behind everyone. They all turned around in fright, only to see Mo Xingchen holding the sickle of life and death in his hand, with a ferocious look on his face, and he was attacking Lao Liu almost crazily.