Wu Ling's eyes showed a fierce light, and his killing intent was fierce. His first move was an absolute killing move.
In normal sparring, he would naturally not dare to use such killing moves, but since all parties wanted Mo Tian to die, what did he have to worry about? Even if he killed Mo Tian, he would not be punished by the school, but could wash away the shame of the past.
Mo Tian stood in the field, watching the attacking Wu Ling, and couldn't help but sneer at the corner of his mouth. Compared to He Xiong, Wu Ling's strength was much weaker.
He bent his hand and stepped forward, and the surging blood energy condensed on his fist. Mo Tian didn't add any fighting skills, just punched him hard.
Many people saw this and thought that Mo Tian was seeking death. What use could such an understatement of a punch do?
Wu Ling also smiled. His blow contained a terrifying killing move. If Mo Tian avoided it, he might not be able to kill Mo Tian, but if Mo Tian wanted to die on his own, don't blame him for being ruthless.
"Die."
Almost as soon as the offensive came down on Mo Tian, Wu Ling revealed his fierce fangs.
Mo Tian must die, and there is only one way to die.
Click.
Almost instantly, the sound of shattering bones resounded, and a blood arrow shot out, staining the void red.
Wu Ling was seen flying backwards, and his shoulders exploded with blood and flesh flying everywhere. The huge impact made Wu Ling cough up blood continuously, and his whole body hit the ground like a kite with its string broken.
The solid ground has been knocked out of deep holes.
At this moment, almost everyone's eyes widened. How could this be possible?
Is this the kind of fighting power that a person who destroys his foundation in order to temporarily improve his fighting power should have?
Although Wu Ling is in the middle of the sixth level, his talent is not weak. In the year-end competition, Wu Ling's ranking is not weak either. Such a character can sweep through the entire middle level without any problem.
He actually couldn't withstand even one move from Mo Tian, a first-year outer sect student.
How strong is this Mo Tian?
Wu Ling was in such miserable condition in the deep pit, he kept coughing up blood at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were filled with horror.
That ordinary punch, seemingly slow and ineffective, actually knocked him away. Not only that, it also injured him like this.
In just half a year, the ant in his eyes had reversed his role. It seemed that he had become an ant.
"He is indeed a genius in the middle sect, I admire him." Mo Tian walked to the pit and looked down at Wu Ling.
Seeing that look, Wu Ling's eyes couldn't help but sting. That look was like a peerless strong man looking down at an ant.
In the eyes of the strong, he is just an ant, not even qualified to be taken seriously.
After hearing Mo Tian's words, Wu Ling couldn't suppress the injuries in his body. With a pop, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fainted.
"Hey, don't pretend to be dead, wake up quickly." Mo Tian couldn't hide his anger and said worriedly: "I only used 70% of my strength, why don't you just go without a beating?"
puff.
Wu Ling, who originally pretended to be fainting, spat out a mouthful of old blood again, and now he fainted.
Many people couldn't help but shudder when they saw this. Although Wu Ling's injury was serious, he could still be cured smoothly if he lost some of his hands and feet, but now he was so angry at Mo Tian.
I'm so angry that I won't be able to get over it in a month or two.
And this humiliation is very likely to follow Wu Ling for his whole life. Many people felt that Mo Tian was too cruel. He defeated the enemy with one move and humiliated Wu Ling. It also broke Wu Ling's state of mind.
In this way, Wuling's future achievements will be extremely limited.
Wu Ling was carried away. To be precise, a few guys who had been clamoring extremely loudly used the excuse of carrying Wu Ling to escape, fearing that Mo Tian would find them.
"Who is Mo Tian? How dare you show off your power here? He will come and meet you."
Suddenly a voice came, and a passage was opened in the crowd, and a burly student Shi Shiran walked over.
This person seemed to be quite strong, and people cheered the moment he appeared.
"Finally the master is here, Mo Tian, you are dead."
"That's right, this is the pinnacle existence among Xiaobi's tenth and sixth levels."
Others began to cheer and cheer for the visitor.
The visitor also raised his head extremely proudly. Although he knew something about Wu Ling, he didn't take it seriously at all.
So what if Mo Tian can defeat Wu Ling with one move?
Mo Tian turned around and glanced at the person.
After the visitor saw Mo Tian's appearance clearly, he couldn't help but slow down his steps, and his originally proud face was filled with fear.
He stopped slowly, no longer taking a step forward, but slowly retreating, as if he wanted to leave this place.
This move puzzled many people. The visitor felt cold sweat, but could not leave just like that. He said calmly: "You are Mo Tian."
Although He Xiong suppressed his fear, he cursed in his heart. He was also unlucky. Why did he jump out of nowhere?
He was extremely regretful. Someone once described Mo Tian's appearance to him, but he didn't care. If he had cared, he wouldn't have jumped out, and he would have been embarrassed.
"Do you want to leave?" Mo Tian said calmly: "Why don't you teach me a lesson before leaving?"
He Xiong's heart skipped a beat, shall I teach you a lesson?
Am I looking for death?
You are so condensed with blood and fire, do I dare to get close to you?
Even if there is no blood and fire, I can't beat you. Who is teaching whom?
"He Xiong, you are the 10th in Xiaobi after all. You can't be afraid."
At this time, a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old appeared.
This man stands with his hands behind his back, has a handsome face, and moves his hands and feet, looking like a young and talented man.
This person's reputation is not low. The moment he appeared, many people came to watch, and almost everyone's eyes were focused on this person.
Especially many young girls couldn't move their eyes away when they saw this person.
His silver robe, handsome appearance, and sixth-level peak cultivation are enough to win the hearts of many women.
"Of course it's not that I'm afraid."
He Xiong smiled flatteringly: "Didn't you see Senior Xun Ren coming? You are number one in Xiaobi and invincible in the sixth level. If you take action, why would He dare to show up?"
Hearing what He Xiong said, Xun Ren couldn't help but be startled. Although he was the number one in the competition and was confident that He Xiong was not his opponent, the competition among people like them was extremely bad.
He was sarcastic, but he didn't expect that He Xiong didn't pick up the trick and instead praised himself.
"Since Brother Xun took time out of his busy schedule to come here, He naturally didn't dare to come forward."
He Xiong stepped back slowly, turned around and was about to leave: "He still has some things to do, so I'll leave it to you to demonstrate the power of my middle sect."
After saying that, He Xiong turned around and left without any hesitation.
After leaving the crowd, He Xiong couldn't help but patted his chest and said with fear on his face: "Nima, you really scared me to death. If I don't understand the situation in the future, I will never stand out again."
At this time, a burly figure came out, it was He Lianxiong. He quietly walked up to He Xiong and said: "Didn't the senior go to teach the outer sect Mo Tian to increase his reputation in the middle sect? Why did he come back so soon? Is it possible?
Is the lesson over?"
Seeing that He Xiong didn't speak, He Lianxiong said: "That's right. Although Mo Tian's cultivation has reached the peak level six, his foundation is broken and his strength is not much better. How can he be the opponent of the senior?"