Too fast! It was too late to react. Even he, a late-stage immortal, could only barely control the energy python to block the front.
The next moment, when the fist fell, the energy python was as fragile as a piece of paper in front of Xiao Long's fist and fell apart instantly.
"Impossible!" Yue Kui yelled, desperately abandoning the energy python and trying to escape, but found that Xiao Long's punch did not weaken and appeared directly in front of him.
"Crack!"
I saw the shadow of Xiao Long's fist hitting Yue Kui's face exactly, and the sound of his skull shattering was extremely clear. His body was knocked backwards for countless yards, and he fell to the ground with his head bleeding.
After falling to the ground, he was already dying and it seemed that he would not live long.
Xiao Long stood with his hands behind his hands, not even bothering to look.
"Some flies keep buzzing, which is really annoying. It's much quieter now."
Dead silence! The crowds nearby were all eerily quiet! It was as if they had seen something incredible!
After the crowd was stunned for a long time, there were waves of exclamations. Everyone looked at Xiao Long, the creator of the myth, in disbelief.
With just one punch, Yue Kui, the captain of the late Tianxian Stage, was nearly killed.
This was the result of Xiao Long's casual punch. If he had taken it seriously, Yue Kuidang would have turned into ashes.
"Now, it's your turn." Xiao Long glanced at the frightened Feng Xiu, Jin Zheng, and Mo Wuqing, who had a gloomy and heavy face, and said calmly.
"Haha, interesting, interesting. You are quite brave to dare to kill the captain of the law enforcement team. However, if this is all your strength, then you are probably going to die."
Mo Qingqing said coldly that it was not difficult for him to kill an ordinary late-stage immortal cultivator with one punch, but it was just difficult for him to do it as easily and freely as Xiao Long.
Having said that, Mo Qingqing also started to get serious at this moment, and really paid attention to Xiao Long.
If Xiao Long is allowed to survive, it might threaten his status as the number one genius in Daluo Academy. This is something Mo Wuqing, who is proud of, will never allow.
"Kill you! The number one person in Daluo Academy is still mine!"
Mo Wuqing let out a beast-like roar, his aura soaring to the extreme, like a wild beast smelling an enemy threatening his territory.
"ridiculous."
Xiao Long smiled sarcastically, his vision had already exceeded the Da Luo Academy.
His enemy Long Xian is the strongest person in the entire Daluo Heaven Realm, but Mo Wuqing in front of him only cares about this kind of reputation fight. In Xiao Long's eyes, it is really boring.
"You dare to ignore me! You're looking for death!"
Mo Wuqing was furious, and his long shawl hair suddenly stood up, flashing with lightning, the sky gradually darkened, and bursts of thunder sounded deep in the void.
"Thousands of thunder flashes!"
Following Mo Qingwu's loud roar, countless thunderbolts descended from the sky. At this moment, Mo Wuqing was like the invincible God of Thunder. No one dared to disobey the God of Thunder's orders.
Those thunders turned into layers of thunder and lightning waves, hitting the top of Xiao Long's head like rain. If it were an ordinary person, even dust would be left behind.
Countless girls were dazzled by the sight, and they all marveled at Mo Qingqing's strength.
On the other hand, Xiao Long stood calm and calm from beginning to end. Even when there was thunder in the sky in front of him, he remained calm and unhurried.
“What’s the point of fearing a few small raindrops?”
As he said that, Xiao Long did not dodge or dodge, he was wearing a white robe and walked forward calmly amidst countless thunders. The divine thunder bombarded Xiao Long, but even the white robe on Xiao Long's body was not shattered.
This scene stunned everyone.
Including Mo Wuqing, who seemed to have transformed into a god of thunder.
"This is impossible!" Mo Qingqing couldn't believe that with this move, even an average late stage immortal would be killed if he wasn't careful. How could it be so easy like Xiao Long's.
"You must be holding on! Let's see how long you can hold on!"
Mo Qingqing roared with some stern expression.
"Not only are you shameless, you are also ignorant, and you also deceive yourself and others!"
Xiao Long sarcastically said that the power of the thunder was only repaired by Xiao Long's Demonic Breathing Technique and the ability brought about by the Emperor's Nirvana when it was just attached to the body and started to destroy, so it looked like it was unscathed.
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"How dare you insult me?!"
Mo Qingqing was completely furious and had no reservations anymore, "Since you are so trusting and allow me to attack, then I won't be polite. If you die under my attack, you should have no regrets!"
With that said, Mo Qingqing flew into the sky, as if he was taking the initiative to meet the divine thunder in the sky.
Xiao Long just watched indifferently and did not interfere. He was not arrogant, but had absolute confidence in his own strength.
"Billions of thunders, turn into gods that destroy the world, burst and bloom!"
"Thunder punishment, come to the world!"
As Mo Qingqing's shouts ended, the divine thunder that bombarded Xiao Long suddenly disappeared completely. The sky was filled with dark purple electric light as thin as a gossamer. The power was all restrained, but a terrifying pressure shook everyone on the ground.
The crowd stepped back step by step under pressure. Some monks had already recognized this terrifying move and exclaimed.
"It's Lord Mo Lingtian's famous stunt, Thunder Punishment! I didn't expect that Mo Qingqing could even learn this move. I remember back then, Lord Mo Lingtian used this move to kill the top three immortals in a row and became famous all over the world!"
"Now, Xiao Long is in danger. If he continues to hold on and uses his physical body to resist, I'm afraid he will be chopped into ashes!"
Someone else said with certainty that no matter how you look at it, the power of this move belongs to the peak of the Celestial Immortal. Even though Mo Qingqing is much weaker than Mo Lingtian, it is not something that a monk in the middle stage of Celestial Immortal such as Xiao Long can compete with.
Yes!
Meng Xue couldn't bear it anymore and yelled at Xiao Long: "Master Xiao Long, this move is a forbidden move. Mo Qingqing can't hold on for long. You just need to dodge first and wait until Mo Qingqing is exhausted. Then you can win.
No need to fight hard!"
Xiao Long had not reacted yet. Mo Wuqing in the sky, after hearing Meng Xue's words, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes. He was worried that if Xiao Long really fled without fighting, then he would really be defeated.
So, he hurriedly spoke out and provoked the general: "Xiao Long, if you are a coward, just hide away! I, Mo Wuqing, invite you to fight now, do you dare to fight?!"
"Meng Xue, thank you very much for your kindness."
Xiao Long ignored him, but glanced at Meng Xue and smiled slightly.
Then he looked up at Mo Qingwu in the sky and said coldly: "It's just you?"
"Boss, this trash boy is trying to provoke you, don't be impulsive." Huang Mao was anxious and wanted to stop Xiao Long, but was stopped by Mo Ying.
"Even you can tell that he is a fierce general, how can the master not see it? Just watch with peace of mind, the master will not do anything that is not sure." Mo Ying said firmly.
Huang Mao then calmed down and continued to look up at the battlefield.
A trace of pride flashed in Mo Qingqing's eyes, and he glanced at Xiao Long sarcastically, feeling happy in his heart.