It is said that if the Hundred Beasts Fist is practiced to perfection, it can summon the phantoms of hundreds of monsters at the same time.
With one punch, all the beasts roared, and the sky collapsed and the earth cracked. One can imagine the power of the hundred giant beasts.
"I don't know how many beast shadows Mo Lei can gather," Lu Ang asked with great interest.
Although he said that if he loses the game, he will lose a set of six-level arrays, but Lu Ang still hopes that Morey can carry forward the inheritance of the true fool and sage.
After all, for everyone in the City of True Fools, the meaning of the True Fools and Sages is extraordinary.
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The battle on the field was almost one-sided. With the support of Morey's two beast shadows, Luo Yifeng had almost no strength to resist.
He fought and retreated, and was about to retreat to the edge of the martial arts arena. Luo Yifeng's eyes were fixed, and he forcibly blocked Mo Lei's punches with his sword, and then flew directly behind Mo Lei as light as a swallow.
"To be honest, you surprised me," Luo Yifeng said calmly with a serious face.
"The one that surprises you is yet to come," Morey replied not to be outdone.
Luo Yifeng took a deep look at him, at this moment, the long sword in his hand began to tremble, and an invisible momentum spread around him.
"This is?" The disciples below looked at Luo Yifeng's change and commented in surprise.
"I don't know how much of Brother Luo's true biography Mr. Ling can get," Elder Tianzhen said with a smile on the side.
"Although Gouzi is dull, he still understands a little bit of artistic conception," Luo Changhe replied with a smile, "But the other party doesn't seem to have made a killer move, so this competition is still something to watch."
For Luo Changhe, although his son has learned his famous pulse technique "One Sword Long River", it does not mean that he is invincible at the same level.
The other boy also had reservations. Winning or losing this competition was not important to him, but he hoped that there would be more good seedlings like Morey in the sect.
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When the invisible momentum spread around, Luo Yifeng slowly waved the long sword in his hand.
Everyone's ears seemed to be filled with the sound of the rushing river and the lapping of waves against the shore.
Gorgeous sword light burst out from the sharp sword, and the sword light seemed to become a long surging river in the eyes of everyone.
The long river hangs upside down in the nine heavens, and the long river reflects the myriad worlds.
The turbulent waves slashed towards Morey with an indomitable momentum.
The black tortoise chirped softly, and the fierce tiger roared loudly. The moment the two came into contact, the phantom of the tiger was wiped out by the sword light.
Immediately afterwards, cracks appeared on Xuan Gui's body.
When Jianguang was like a long river flowing, he couldn't stand a stalemate with Morey, and the phantom of the black turtle was almost unable to hold on.
Luo Yifeng's long sword whined softly, and actually wanted to strike Mo Lei the last time.
At that time, the long sword was only 0.01 centimeters away from Morey's neck. At the very moment, a roar suddenly sounded in everyone's ears.
Immediately afterwards, a white light wrapped around Morey's body, Luo Yifeng's sword light instantly shattered, and his whole body was bounced back by a powerful force and flew out.
The light faded away, and a snow-white Pegasus appeared in midair.
A majestic breath from ancient times, like a wild beast, emanated from the Pegasus. It stood proudly between the heaven and the earth like a king among beasts.
The whole body is snow-white, holy and pure, with a pair of wings growing behind it. The wings are three meters long, like covering the sky and covering the sun, and each wing on it seems to emit holy light.
Its head is like a horse, but it has a long black horn on top of its head.
Its eyes shone with silver light, its left eye was scarlet, and its right eye was jet black.
The moment the snow-colored Pegasus appeared, the surrounding space was faintly oppressed and exploded.
"This is?" Luo Changhe under the martial arts stage watched the Pegasus appear, staring and thinking.
"The Divine Beast Reincarnation Tianma," the elder of Tianzhen replied in surprise.
When the world mentions the true fool and sage, they will praise his self-created Hundred Beasts Fist, and talk about his deeds with relish.
Everyone in the world thought that the Hundred Beast Shadows were just ordinary monsters.
But in fact, except for those who fought against him in the same era, few others know the truth.
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Time went back a long, long time ago, that man whose name was unknown and whose dao name was Zhenyu once strayed into the inheritance temple of the beast clan.
He saw many divine beasts that had been destroyed in history in the temple, although he was not a beast race and could not accept the inheritance of these divine beasts.
But he comprehended the essence of the ten divine beasts from it, and he integrated those ten divine beasts into his Hundred Beasts Fist.
And this Samsara Pegasus is one of them.
The moment the Samsara Pegasus appeared, Luo Yifeng's complexion changed instantly.
He only felt a huge pressure descending on his side, the strange eyes of Samsara Tianma stared at him, and the movement of spiritual energy in his body seemed to have stagnated.
Luo Yifeng took a deep breath, tightly grasped the long sword in his hand, and concentrated all his strength on this sword.
The sword light shone brightly in front of everyone as if cutting through a moat, and the endless sword energy charged towards Morey.
Mo Lei squinted his eyes slightly, moved his right leg half a step back, clenched his right fist tightly, and his right arm curved slightly, and then directly hit Luo Yifeng.
The moment he moved, the phantom of the Samsara Pegasus in mid-air also moved closely.
The coercion from the ancient mythical beasts permeated the arena, and the Samsara Pegasus raised its head and roared, and directly merged into Morey's body.
At this moment, Mo Lei only felt that his whole body was full of strength, the strong wind from his fist separated the air on both sides, and the sword light was shattered with one punch.
The force of the fist remained undiminished, and Luo Yifeng never thought that he would be crushed so easily by the opponent with a full blow of his sword.
Before he even had time to react, he was hit directly in the abdomen, a mouthful of blood sprayed all around, and he flew upside down.
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As Luo Yifeng's body hit the seat beside him heavily, the hearts of those disciples watching the match all seemed to tremble violently.
Everyone's eyes on the young man on the field changed a lot.
After falling to the ground, Luo Yifeng glanced at the competition platform unwillingly, and wanted to say something else.
But the injuries on his body made him almost painful to breathe, and he could only sit cross-legged to recover from his injuries.
As the elders of the inner sect announced the top three winners of the inner sect competition, the entire Holy Spring Sect around them reveled.
Unlike the boy's boos when he first came on stage, this time there were shouts.
"Wait a minute," Morey suddenly yelled as the inner competition was about to end.
Looking at the puzzled eyes of the elder of the inner sect, Morey stepped off the stage and came to the elder of Tianzhen.
He said in a respectful tone: "Elder Tianzhen, I have some suggestions, I don't know if I can say them?"
The elder of Tianzhen looked at Mo Lei in surprise, and said with a smile: "If you have anything to say, just say it."