Chapter 1326: Steal a chicken is not a life (1/2)

Chapter 1326

Only when they started fighting, Mo Xin was thinking that he would definitely win.

Strong self-confidence is a good thing, but if you are too self-confident, a good thing will become a bad thing.

Messin has even thought about how to celebrate after winning so that more people can remember him.

As long as he defeats Yang Teng, he will become famous and become a celebrity in one fell swoop, and soon his name will spread to Yinyue State with monks everywhere.

When I think about it, my heart can't help but the blood boils. That kind of feeling must be very wonderful.

In his eyes, Yang Teng was a paper tiger, and he slapped Yang Teng to fall apart easily.

”Let me expose your fake face, and dare to pretend to be calm in front of me, you are wrong!” Mo Xin yelled, and the power of his fists increased. He wanted to solve Yang Teng with one move.

Yang Teng was quite surprised. What was Mo Xin thinking about, using his flesh and blood fists against his Tianhuangdao?

Limited by the cultivation base, Yang Teng was unable to inspire the strongest power of the Tianhuangdao. When fighting against the strong in the refining period, he seldom was able to cut off the opponent’s weapon. If his cultivation level could be upgraded to the refining period, Mo Xin could It was to fight him with weapons, and he couldn't compete with him.

But now, Mo Xin wanted to resist the Heavenly Sword with his bare hands, isn't this looking for death!

Yang Teng's eyes were cold, the light of the long knife in his hand soared.

”Cut!” A barren trick was displayed.

Although it was not the strongest of the Thirteen Swords, it was enough to deal with Mo Xin's fists.

The knife light fell against the shadow of the fist, and heard a muffled sound, and then came a scream.

”Ah!” Mo Xin's fists burst, and his two forearms were destroyed at the same time. The blood stained Mo Xin's upper body red.

Huge pain came down his arm, and Mo Xin couldn't believe it, he was actually injured!

And it was such a heavy injury that both hands and forearms were destroyed.

Even with his cultivation in the imperial realm of the Void Refining Period, it would take decades of careful recuperation and taking various elixir to have hope of repairing both arms and hands.

However, it is not the time to think too much about this, Yang Teng destroyed Mo Xin's fists with a single blow and launched a fierce attack.

The speed advantage was undoubtedly revealed at this moment, and Yang Teng's body turned into an afterimage.

Mo Xin felt a gust of wind blowing in front of him. Before he could see Yang Teng's movements clearly, a chill came from his chest.

”Puff!” A bright wound appeared on Mo Xin's chest, and blood spurted from the wound.

Mo Xin wanted to raise his hand to cover the wound and prevent more blood from flowing out.

Consciousness was good, but found that his hands were destroyed, unable to cover the wound.

The knife wound penetrated Mo Xin's body, his hands were not destroyed, and he could not cover such a heavy injury.

After shaking his body a few times, Mo Xin's body softened and he collapsed on the ground and could not stand up again.

Before he died, Mo Xin still had an incredible look on his face, his eyes were round, and he could not accept the fact of being killed.

There was silence outside the main square, and the monks stared blankly at Yang Teng and the dead Mo Xin.

Too shocking, Mo Xin's strength was still above the level of Qingyun, but the battle process was faster. Yang Teng only used a single knife to kill Mo Xin.

What is the situation!

Didn't Yang Teng fight peacefully and Qingyun for a long time, the aura in his body was consumed severely, and he left serious damage on his body, why could he still have such a super combat effectiveness.

Only Guan Zuo and the old sloppy knew that Yang Teng had taken the wound healing pill and the spirit gathering pill, and his state at this time had been restored. If he wanted to use these two clicks to kill Yang Teng, it was tantamount to death.

Even more shocked was Ning Zhongtian's side, everyone was dumbfounded.

Among all Ning Zhongtian's subordinates who participated in the competitive battle trials, Mo Xin ranked second in strength, and thus fell on the big square.

Mao Qi was secretly pleased that Lord City Lord arranged for Mo Xin to play, but he did not expect that he did not bring great merit to Mo Xin, and instead lost Mo Xin's life.

If he were sent to fight, such a thing would never happen.

Let's do it now, what else does the Lord City Lord have to say, if you want to reverse the defeat and save your face, you have to rely on yourself!

Mao Qi felt that the evil spirit in his chest immediately eased a lot, but he didn't think further, why Yang Teng was able to kill Mo Xin with a single blow, was it just because Mo Xin was negligent and underestimated the result of Yang Teng.

Mao Qi seemed to have made the same mistake. He felt that Yang Teng was just lucky, and Mo Xin was too self-righteous to lose to Yang Teng.

The more he thought about it, the more Mao Qi was looking forward to it, waiting for Lord City Lord to call him personally.

He must not take the initiative to stand up and let the Lord City Lord think of him, only then can he show his importance.

Unsurprisingly, City Lord Ning Zhongtian quickly woke up from the shock and cursed that Mo Xin was more than a failure.

Then he said to Mao Qi: ”Go! No matter what method you use, I must kill that Yang Teng in this scene!”

Starting from the next round, it will not be such a free duel, but the rules of group battles, and it will be difficult for his people to prevent Yang Teng from advancing, unless some special methods are used to make a fuss on the group draw.