The Era Of Gaowu: Feedback From Avatars, Immortal Kings Have To Kneel Too

And in the field at the moment.

Dark Zhao Changkong felt the pressure from Mo Xiangfeng.

The others have been beaten and injured by him at this moment, how many people are left who can fight now?

"Interesting move, very strong, can make me feel extremely dangerous guy, then try it and see if you can kill me!!!"

The huge mudstone thousand-armed Buddha statue said majesticly.

His eyes fixed on Mo Xiangfeng who was holding the pen in his hand at the moment.

To be precise, he was staring at the incomplete painting in his hand, that was the big head exuding danger, even darkness Zhao Changkong could feel the extreme sense of danger coming from above.

"This painting of mine is the killer of the river map in the brush. Half of the painting has been integrated into reality. Now I am fully prepared, and the next step is my home field!!!"

Mo Xiangfeng looked at the injured people.

He also had lingering fears, and his brows twitched.

Looking at the guy in front of him who looked like a demon king descended, he had put away all his little thoughts.

"Your home field? It's really a boast, but I want to see, why do you kill me? Why can you fight me, and who has this tone in the field, let's go together... Don't waste time, I Ready to stomp you all underfoot and taste victory."

Dark Zhao Changkong the next moment.

Unveiled the strongest posture.

The surrounding earth veins surged wildly, and then the mudstone long sword in the hands of the thousand-handed Buddha statue engulfed everyone at an extremely tricky angle, in all directions, from the sky to the earth, and the sword energy swayed in all directions.

"I said you should die!!!"

"Let's go together and accept my gift!!!"

"One sword with ten thousand moves... moving in all directions!!!"

The wind pressure made people feel suffocated. Except for Mo Xiangfeng, everyone else was watching this scene in horror at this moment. They wanted to escape and fight, but there was no way to survive under this move.

"It's over, this monster is too strong, we are no match at all!"

"Heh, it's worth it to be able to fight against such a character!!"

"The coverage area is too wide. My innate supernatural power was consumed too much before, and now I can't stop it at all!"

Everyone was helpless.

However, Hao Guangcun focused on Mo Xiangfeng.

And Mo Xiangfeng did not disappoint him, he raised the pen in his hand to sip some blood, as if the tyrannical power was transmitted from the painting to reality, and the whole reality was distorted and deformed.

"I use a sum of money to conquer mountains and seas!!!"

The body of the thousand-handed Buddha statue that was being slaughtered was distorted and exploded.

The countless long swords continued to shatter, and a force that distorted reality directly acted on his body. The dark Zhao Changkong's eyes flashed, and he could dodge it instinctively.

The sense of tearing hits, and reality is like a broken painting.

It was directly torn apart by the opponent's stroke, and with the cooperation of the supernatural talent and the unique knowledge of the Mohist family, the power displayed at this moment is simply amazing, and countless people's scalps are numb.

"Mohism's unique learning, the river map in the brush, with my strength, I can forcefully draw two strokes, one stroke is stronger than the stroke, now!!!"

Mo Xiangfeng exuded a monstrous power all over his body.

"Can I be your opponent!!!"

No one has ever been willing to admit that he is weaker than others, not to mention that he is the arrogance of the Mo family, it is intolerable to be ignored by others!

"Ah, so that's the case, hahahaha! Hahahaha!!!"

Dark Zhao Changkong laughed wildly at this moment, covering his forehead and laughing wildly.

As for the other party wanting to find a sense of existence from himself, he felt that the other party was too humble, but maybe it was because of this that he found it interesting. Dark Zhao Changkong only felt a surge of interest at the moment.

...

The outside world boils.

Unable to imagine such a scene.

In the past, it was the stage where the Tianjiao fought for hegemony.

Now Zhao Changkong's solo show, as if the entire mirror tower is a stage for him at the moment, everyone has become his foil, even Mo Xiangfeng, the genius of the Mo family, is resisting this oppression at the moment.

"Is this the Mohist's unique technique? Before the mirror image man dodged just now, he covered his body with sword energy and noticed something abnormal, so he avoided it, right?"

"Well, yes, it seems that this battle is not easy to fight. That kid from the Mo family tried his best to only have three strokes. If they can't decide the winner after three strokes, they will all be defeated by this mirror image."

"It's really a good start this year. It can be regarded as letting this group of young people know what it means to be beyond the sky. It's a pity that they have become a foil. Some people are born to break the shackles of the rules."

These are all veteran grandmasters, so they can naturally see what's going on inside.

But it is precisely because of this that the situation for them is not optimistic.

The audience was all excited. As for Zhao Changkong, his throat was choked by several classmates. Fatty and the others did not forget to cheer for Zhao Changkong's mirror image.

"Come on, Zhao Changkong, come on!!! You are the strongest!!!"

"It's over, kid Mo still has two strokes, one stroke distorts the dimension of reality, how can the next two strokes resist!!"

Some people bad-mouthed.

Then he was punched by the fat man and sent to the ground.

"It's fine if you don't work hard, it's bad for my heart, come on, come on!! Give me all the shit out of those bastards!! Get rid of them too!!!"

"Yes, yes, come on!!!"

Zhao Changkong's throat was locked by his arms, and his eyes were fixed on the screen.

He couldn't help sighing, if it was really so easy to solve, it would be great, you must know that it is the dark version of himself, and there is also the dark version of the Beiming Divine Art, perhaps it is more appropriate to call it the Heaven Swallowing Devil Art.

After absorbing so much vitality, it is only a matter of time before he breaks through, maybe he can already break through, but it is just suppressed.

"It's a pity, they lost. If I were in the mirror tower, I would probably be rubbed against the ground by the other party. Fortunately, I died early, otherwise I was chased by my mirror person, and the picture would not be too beautiful. .”

Thinking of that possibility, Zhao Changkong felt that he had come out ahead of schedule.

That's a really good idea.

...

And in fact, this is exactly the case, compared to Zhao Changkong.

A dark version of Zhao Changkong.

His temper is obviously more arrogant, and his temperament is also more conceited.

At this moment, seeing the situation, he is no longer hiding it, and a powerful fluctuation of power began to appear on his body, and then the realm of the innate nine heavens broke through instantly, and the terrifying power swept in all directions, and he was about to forcibly accept the remaining two strokes of Mo Xianfeng! ! !

Everyone inside and out.

At this moment, I look at Zhao Changkong in the darkness like a madman.

"Boast! So what if I forcefully accept two strokes from you today! Die!"

"One Sword World!!!"

Directly open the big, one sword to the world, and the artistic conception is instantly covered.

"Then try!! The second stroke, the mountains and rivers break and move the sun and the moon!!"

Mo Xiangfeng was not made of mud either.

Immediately, he forcibly raised his energy and completed the second stroke in one go, roaring angrily, dotting the stroke on the ink.

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