That kind of despair, that kind of omnipresent malice, all returned to Ming Moxuan's body at this time.
This side of the world has once again returned to its previous flawless purity, but the heaven and earth continue to tremble, as if they are emitting mournful cries!
Ming Moxuan's body began to shrink, but his heart-stopping aura became stronger and stronger!
The shadow of the Demon Lord has long disappeared, but the people watching the battle still maintain their breath-holding and cautious appearance!
In their eyes at this moment, Ming Moxuan is the demon king who can easily tear the world apart, and he is also the supreme being who can decide his life or death with just one word!
He gave up his plan to destroy the world and force a draw with the evil Shura, but he would not give up on the outcome of this battle.
He is proud, so he wants to use victory to prove that his desperate decision is not wrong!
Immediately, the surging energy was released from his body, and countless veins bulged on his face, and those blood vessels like small snakes seemed to be about to burst in the next second!
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Ming Moxuan is enduring a kind of severe pain, a kind of pain that can truly feel like boundless pain just by seeing it!
But the arrogance in his eyes did not diminish at all. He held the God-killing Spear and pointed it at the evil Shura who was already holding the handle of the knife behind his back with one hand:
"I will definitely win this battle, and I will definitely defeat you head-on!"
Infinite demonic energy overflowed, turning into thick black clouds, shrill cold wind, and numerous illusory shadows!
In an instant, this place was painted into a picture of a cave of demons!
The contempt in Evil Shura's eyes finally disappeared, and he said solemnly:
"There is only one move, and you only have one chance to use it."
Ming Moxuan smiled disdainfully. Several veins in his body had burst open, and coquettish purple blood spurted out. Then, the demonic energy overflowing from his body was forcibly evaporated into streaks of purple mist!
"One move is enough to defeat you!"
On top of the cliff.
Seeing that the second battle did not result in the expected draw due to Ouyang Chili's mistake, Dao Mo finally gained some confidence and even looked a little proud.
In his opinion, Ming Moxuan missed the only chance for a draw and foolishly forced the evil breath that filled the world into his body. This was undoubtedly suicide.
Even if he can gain powerful power in a short period of time, it will be difficult for him to continue to survive after firing a move, so the outcome of the second battle is decided!
"Mr. Ouyang, your title of Five Wisdoms is somewhat undeserved. Isn't it what people like you are best at calculating people's hearts?"
Ouyang Chili raised his eyebrows, but there was no movement in the depths of his eyes. Instead, the corners of his mouth raised slightly and he said:
"How can one's heart be exhausted, but timely guidance is not difficult.
He is a supreme king, a proud and lonely supreme king.
I know this better than you."
Tao Mo felt that Ouyang Chili was being harsh. After curling his lips, he was about to say something sarcastic again, but Xie Tathagata on the side grabbed his sleeve and said:
"He is right, in fact, this is his purpose.
From the very beginning, Mr. Ouyang has said that Ming Mo Xuan has a huge advantage over us.
That is, he is the son of destiny in the devil world, and he is also an unreasonable being who can turn all impossibilities into possibilities.
The previous plan to force a draw was just Mr. Ouyang's attempt to inspire his belief in winning. Only by truly making a desperate move can Ming Mo Xuan win the second game."
Dao Mo was speechless for a moment, staring closely at Xie Tathagata, and then looked at the Five Wisdoms one after another, and found that their expressions were exactly the same, and they were not surprised at this result.
There was no hint that Ouyang Chili had miscalculated.
"This is impossible. A draw is the best result for them! There is a chance of a draw, why..."
This time, before he finished speaking, he was directly interrupted by Xie Tathagata:
"You only saw Ming Moxuan, but you forgot who was standing in the second round, or who was doing this unnatural act all the time!
He is more proud and confident than Ming Mo Xuan. Do you think he will accept the so-called draw result?
Besides, this is only the second battle of the second game. If the next five people are not beyond my expectations, they should..."
Xie Tathagata did not say anything else, but recalled with a solemn expression the figure he saw above the waterfall.
The top of Creation Mountain.
Lin Mo watched the second battle calmly, and behind him, the five figures hidden in the five black holes burst out with extremely tyrannical fighting intent.
"The draw plan was originally to stimulate more of Ming Mo Xuan's potential.
Not only me, but also Mr. Ouyang did not want to exploit the loopholes of the tie.
Besides, even if I lose all seven games in the second game, it won’t have any impact on me, so you don’t need to feel too much pressure then.”
A voice came from one of the black holes.
"I will win, even if it means death."
Lin Mo shook his head slightly:
"You should understand what is the greatest value of these seven battles.
Breaking through yourself and breaking through your limits is what fighting is all about."
Then the five figures stopped talking and just disappeared into the black hole at the same time.
Lin Mo sighed quietly, while Meng Qi said with a smile in his eyes:
"They want to do something for you, that's why they want to win."
"I know, but... forget it." Lin Mo let out a heavier sigh and looked at the second battlefield again.
I saw Ming Moxuan holding the God-killing Spear levelly, exuding an astonishing fist power. The tip of the spear had turned into his fist. It was not a difficult move to combine a man and a spear.
But if you want to truly achieve perfect integration with a divine weapon with its own consciousness, the difficulty will skyrocket!
Now Ming Moxuan has done it, and with the emergence of fists, half of the world is being shattered and annihilated at a speed visible to the naked eye!
"The three skills of Fist Master, no, the four skills of Fist Master."
At this moment, Ming Moxuan's voice was extremely low, even a little hoarse. Veins kept popping up on his body, and the spilled blood turned into purple mist and wrapped around him.
But the shocking fist power was rising in a straight line, and the scattered fist power turned into a roaring storm, smashing everything in sight!
In an instant, a black light flashed, Ming Moxuan punched out, and a dark ominous flame was inexplicably ignited on the tip of the God-killing Spear!
Wrapped in this flame, Ming Moxuan's entire body turned into a huge black fist. The flames of the fist brought not only despair but also absolute obliteration!
The Four Ultimate Skills of Boxing: Absolute self, body, and sentient beings!
The world was destroyed in just an instant, and Ming Moxuan's body was completely shattered in this breath. This punch was beyond his endurance limit. He used his own life to perform this move!
Seven games and seven games had nothing to do with him, and he didn't need to gamble so much on it, but he did it anyway!
Ming Moxuan is a terrifying and respectable madman! This is the first thought that emerges from the hearts of those watching the battle.
At the same time, they cannot deny that Ming Moxuan's punch is very strong!
It's so strong that no fancy words can describe it, so strong that in their cognition, no one can resist it, not even God!
But Meng Qi, who was watching the battle with Lin Mo, said inexplicably: