Zi Hao's face still had a cruel smile.""I'm courting death? You want to block my attack? You overestimate yourself."
He began to exert strength slowly. 50% of his strength became 80% of his strength. 10% of his strength was finally used with both hands.
However, Mo Yan's hands were like iron pincers, and the spear still couldn't move an inch forward.
He tried to pull back his gun, but to no avail.
Zi Hao's gaze turned from malevolent to shock and even fear.
He had never thought that a Body Origin Stage cultivator would have such great power. After all, he was in Bone Origin Stage Level 1!
In terms of strength, how could he not be compared to a peak elemental warrior?
Moreover, the other party had only used one hand.
"What's wrong? Aren't you clamoring? Then cripple it." Mo Yan's voice was still cold, as if he was talking about something very normal.
"Ah!"
Mo Yan's eyes widened. He roared and grabbed the spear with both hands.
Zi Hao's body was actually lifted up, and then he fell fiercely onto the stage.
Zi Hao was immediately thrown into a daze.
However, things were not over yet.
Zi Hao was lifted up again and thrown to the other side.
At this point, he felt sore all over. The force of the fall wasn't scary, but Mo Yan's strength. It made Zi Hao feel like he had fallen from a height of more than ten meters.
His hands were already trembling, and he did not have the strength to grab the spear.
Mo Yan wasn't going to let him go.
He would never tolerate someone who provoked him time and time again.
It was like an ant standing in front of a giant elephant, provoking the other party to show its head.
Although it was laughable, it was definitely an insult to the giant elephant.
Taking advantage of the situation, he snatched the spear from the other party and leaped up. The spear in his hand turned into an arc and fell with Mo Yan, smashing into Zi Hao's leg.
"Kaka!"
The two crisp sounds made the surrounding people's hearts skip a beat.
In just a moment, the bone that had been tempered by Yuan Qi broke.
Just how powerful was this young man in front of him? Was he really only at the peak of the elemental body stage?
Even martial artists of the same level would not be able to do it so easily.
Next, Mo Yan brushed the spear aside and moved his fists.
Zi Hao felt an inexplicable fear. He felt that something bad was about to happen to him.
As expected, Mo Yan grabbed Zi Hao and reached out his hand, sneering.
"Mo Yan, don't you dare! I am "
"Bang!"
Zi Hao's face was swollen.
"I'm the son of the Purple Dress Marquis!"
"Bang!"
"You can't do this to me."
"Bang!"
"I'm going to kill you!"
"Bang!"
"Ah ah"
"Bang!"
" Don't be like this, alright?" In the end, Zi Hao really couldn't threaten him anymore.
The other party did not seem to care about his identity or strength.
What else could he take out? Identity? It seemed that he was really inferior to the other party.
Force? He felt that in the current situation, his martial strength really did not seem to be able to threaten the other party.
"Bang!"
The hearts of the civil officials standing in front of him jumped violently. Some of them even covered their faces with their sleeves, unable to bear to see that bloody scene.
In the end, Zi Hao couldn't say anything and could only scream miserably.
Mo Yan was fighting to his heart's content. Two sword lights stabbed towards Mo Yan's head and chest, one from the left and one from the front.
This was to force Mo Yan back and help Zi Hao escape.
Mo Yan's eyes turned cold. He waved his hands and caught the two sword lights.
"What is it? He grabbed two swords with his palms? How is this possible?"
"No matter how powerful an Origin Body Stage cultivator is, they can't do it! Those were two low-grade swords, and even a Bone Origin Stage Level Eight wouldn't be able to do it.”
"No, why are his hands golden? Could it be a low-grade weapon? But how did he put it on just now?"
"No, that's Yuan Qi. To be able to do so, it's a Mahayana cultivation technique!”
A thin layer of golden Corpse Qi formed a sharp claw around Mo Yan's hand.
The first three moves of the Mahayana martial art, the Hellfire Ghost Claw, would break the rules when practiced to the extreme. One would be able to make the power leave the body before the Blood Yuan Realm.
Although its range and power were far inferior to the Blood Yuan Territory.
In contrast, the two of them were even more terrifying with Mo Yan's speed and strength.
At such a close distance, Mo Yan was able to catch it.
Moreover, that was their full-powered attack.
They were in the first layer of the Bone Origin Stage, and even if they attacked together, it was still futile.
Since when did Body Origin Stage cultivators become so powerful?
"You're courting death!" Mo Yan's eyes were filled with ruthlessness.
He stood up slowly.
The moment he straightened up, the two people opposite him felt a huge force pulling them.
Their bodies involuntarily fell forward.
"Sizzle!"
Mo Yan grabbed their bellies and hit them hard.
Bright red blood splattered in the air, beautiful beyond compare.
The two of them shouted crazily.
With their dantians broken, they would never be able to reach the seventh layer of Blood Origin Stage.
This was undoubtedly the greatest blow to the two geniuses who had always been proud. It was equivalent to ruining the rest of their lives.
The surrounding people were terrified. Three young geniuses in the first level of Bone Origin Stage couldn't even defeat a young man in the Body Origin Stage, and two of them were crippled.
One person was beaten up, and the situation was miserable.
Mo Yan looked around and said in a deep voice.
"Who else is not convinced by me, or wants to treat me as a soft persimmon and want to pinch me at will? You can try. I'm willing to accompany you."
Everyone who met Mo Yan's gaze lowered their heads, not daring to look him in the eye.
Just one person had suppressed all the geniuses into silence, causing some people to unconsciously frown.
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