C396 Rolled (2) (2/2)

However, these second generation ancestors were usually very lax in their cultivation. Even if the clan had a powerful Martial Skills, they were not willing to suffer hardships to cultivate it.

The Yellow Rank Martial Skill, if placed in a small town like the Qingshan City, could be considered a strong technique.

However, this was Yan Jing, the capital of Chu!

In this place, the Yellow Rank Martial Skill seemed somewhat lonely!

Of course, Chu Mo did not discriminate against him in this way, after all, he was someone who had once fought against an enemy with the Yellow Rank Martial Skill, and even, Chu Mo's most favorite fist technique was the Yellow Rank Martial Skill.

It had been a long time since he used this fist technique. Today, he finally had a chance.

All these thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.

Chu Mo's arms trembled slightly, and his muscles instantly bulged. The strong force was followed by a wave, causing his sleeves to collide with each other and producing clear sounds, as if beads were falling on a jade plate.

”Pa Pa Pa …”

Ten sounds, no more, no less!

Ten waves of Tyrant Fist, had finally appeared!

Chu Mo clenched both of his hands, and gathered all of the power of the Tyrant Fist into the center of his fist. The tyrannical power was squeezed into the small space in the center of his fist, and released an ear-piercing creaking sound.

Just then, Lin Zhengqi who was in front of him had arrived, his palm suddenly changed, and became a blade that furiously slashed downwards.

Immediately, the sea of fire in the air stacked together and actually congealed into a flaming blade image in the blink of an eye. It was brilliant like a rainbow, and its imposing manner was like a god's punishment as it cut through the air and descended.

Seeing that, Chu Mo took a step forward, and with a twist of his waist, he punched out like a meteor, like a gigantic mountain.

”Howl!”

Wherever the fist passed by, the air shattered and the howls never stopped.

Chu Mo's power of Tyrant Fist erupted out brazenly, and fiercely smashed into the edge of the flaming blade shadow.

”Rumble!”

The powerful force collided with a loud bang, causing the air to be annihilated and the sound of thunder from the nine heavens exploded.

Suddenly, a tyrannical wave of energy surged out and swept out in all directions with a force that could topple mountains and overturn the seas. The blast blasted into the crowd, causing a huge gust of wind to blow, causing the surrounding people to involuntarily take a few steps back.

”Boom!” ”Boom!”

The scene was filled with the incessant sound of thunder, resounding in all directions and deafening.

The two figures leapt into the air, fists and palm winds intertwined horizontally, Spirit Qi spread out in all directions, like a shock wave that was being shot out, stirring up clouds of smoke and dust.

”Swoosh!”

Amidst the smoke and dust, Lin Zhengqi flew out backwards, and fresh blood slid down from the corner of his mouth. It landed on the ground, blossoming into many beautiful and sad dark flowers that landed heavily beside the feet of Mo Mingxing and the others.

Within the arena, the dust settled and a figure appeared!

Chu Mo stood there proudly, like a pine tree!

Immovable Mountains!