Chapter 858: Mo Xiaoyao shot

858 Mo Xiaoyao Shot
"Huh! Emperor Xiaoyao, Mo Xiaoyao!" Just then, in front of the crowd on the right, a cold middle-aged man hummed.
Then, the middle-aged man was full of pride, stepped out of the crowd, stared at Mo Xiaoyao, and sneered, "What are the seven disciples of Emperor Jiuyou and Emperor Xiaoyao who are both martial arts, this seat, before Would love to meet for a while!
Tonight, let this seat take off your Mo Xiaoyao's head, and let the world know what someone is outside, someone outside! "
"What are you again! Where did it come from? Why haven't I seen you before?" Mo Xiaoyao glared at the middle-aged man who stepped out, coldly.
"This surname is Ling, Mingsang!" When this middle-aged man Lingsang reported his name, his face was even more proud.
"Lingsang!" When Shi Feng heard the name, her face changed slightly, and she murmured softly, then looked at that Lingsang, and said, "You can come from Lingwu's spirit house!"
"Exactly!" Hearing this person's own history, Lingsang replied proudly again, and his face was full of pride! Then he said, "Since I have known where I come from, let me decide on my own! Keep all your corpses."
"Your sister, where are you from, such a great sense of superiority?" Mo Xiaoyao said with disdain when he saw that Lingsang looked proud and proud.
"Not your ancestor Lingwu Emperor. Become the strongest under the sky ten thousand years ago! With the ancestor's reputation, it is really enough to shame your old ancestor Lingwu Emperor."
"You! Presumptuous! Tonight, you Mo Xiaoyao, no doubt you will die!" After hearing Mo Xiaoyao's words, Lingsang's proud face suddenly changed, angrily emerged, and a burst of anger screamed.
"Spirit! Good! Great! This seat is meant to go to your spiritual house. Tonight, someone from your spirit family came to take the life of this seat, so I will take you down and ask you What does Ling Family mean! "Shi Feng said coldly, and said to Ling Sang.
"Hum! Capture this seat! You can't help it! You are the ghostly reincarnation, right? Let me Lingsang, kill Mo Xiaoyao, and then chop you as the first strong one!" When Lingsang was angry again, Suddenly the body suddenly moved and shot out, flying towards Shi Feng and Mo Xiaoyao.
"Tian Yu! Shall we shoot together?" Looking at the Lingsang flying forward, Mo Fanchen turned his head and asked Jing Tianyu.
"No need first! Anyway, they are already in the middle of it!" Jing Tianyu shook his head secretly, and then said, "It is said that this hermit family spirit family inherited the martial arts inheritance of the Emperor Lingwu, we can see that the inheritance of the Lingwu Emperor What kind of combat power can you have! "
"Okay!" Mo Fanchen nodded and said. Then, with Jing Tianyu, watch the battlefield ahead.
"Spiritual power!" Suddenly, Fei-Sang forward Ling Sang yelled, his right hand became a fist, and the spirit of clear spirits surged around like a big wave, rushing wildly into his fist.
A huge blue fist shadow appeared on Ling Sang's right fist, and then, like a giant mountain, seemed to have the power to destroy everything and smashed towards Mo Xiaoyao.
The space where the cyan giant fist shadow passed, the space was broken and opened up, and there were layers of space cracks. The nine-star Emperor Wudi, who was inherited from the Emperor Lingwu, was so scary.
And Mo Xiaoyao, facing the powerful attack from the anger, his face has always been the same disdain, and at this time, Mo Xiaoyao's right hand followed with a fist, and then, a seemingly bland Fist, bombarded towards the huge cyan fist shadow.
There was a booming sound of "Boom", and it exploded, and Mo Xiaoyao's punch suddenly collided with that Lingsang giant punch.
At the same time, Mo Xiaoyao's face has always maintained a blandish disdain, while looking at Lingsang, he felt extremely shocked and shocked when he felt the punch of the other side.
"No! How can it be so! My spirit warrior gave a full blow!" Ling Sangman said incredulously.
But at this moment, the huge blue fist that Lingsang blasted out suddenly broke apart, Lingsang's body suddenly flew out like a kite with a broken line.
A mouthful of bright red blood spouted out of Lingsang's mouth.
With a punch, he made a high judgment and this Lingsang, who has the inheritance of Lingwu Emperor, was already seriously injured by Mo Xiaoyao's punch.
"Hum! Waste! What is the successor of the Emperor Lingwu!" Looking at the Lingsang that was bombarded by himself, Mo Xiaoyao's face appeared full of disdain, and hummed.
Then retreated back to Shi Feng's side.
"Cut! I thought the inheritance of the Emperor Lingwu was so amazing and so powerful. It turned out to be such a baffle. A few days ago, he was proud of him."
At this time, when seeing Ling Sang who was blown away by Mo Xiaoyao and the life emperor Mo Fanchen, he also gave a disdainful hum.
Followed by, the other peerless Emperor Wu Emperor, sneer sneered on his face. A few days ago, Lingsang, who claimed to be the heir of the Emperor Lingwu, came to Zhongzhou and said that he would kill the ghost of the Nine You Emperor with them.
Relying on his so-called identity, he always keeps his eyes high and doesn't put others in his eyes.
Only the bright emperor Jing Tianyu, with a dignified color on his face, said Shen Sheng: "It's not the Lingsang that is useless, but the Mo Xiaoyao's combat power, which is really powerful. If this person does not get rid of it, it will be a great trouble.
"That's right!" After Jing Tianyu's words fell, the fateful emperor Wu Yanxuan, who had been silent, nodded.
"Huh! No matter how much Mo Xiaoyao's combat power is, tonight we have so many people here, and he can't afford any trouble." Mo Fanchen's face was still disdainful and said disdainfully.
Lingsang, who flew out, suddenly stopped when he saw the bright army behind him, but immediately followed, Lingsang trembled suddenly, and there was a mouthful of blood from his mouth. Breathing, an unstable body, kneeling down.
Looking at Lingsang who was kneeling towards his side, Mo Xiaoyao waved his hand and said, "You waste, you don't have to give this seat such a gift. With your useless waste qualification, this seat will not accept you. As a disciple! "
"You!" Ling Sang heard Mo Xiaoyao's words, and her body trembled again, her eyes widening towards Mo Xiaoyao, and she could not wait to give Mo Xiaoyao a thousand swords of anger.
He Lingsang is the heir of the Emperor Lingwu, but the realm of Jiuxing Wu Emperor, who stands high and looks down at the peerless powers of the world. Where has he been so insulted by others!
Not only was he blown up with a punch, but he was also ridiculed in words.
This Mo Xiaoyao's words made him angry, and another blood spewed out of his mouth. The blood spewed this time was actually black.
(End of this chapter)