Mo Xielong was so frightened that he didn't have time to think too much. He quickly stacked his palms together, mobilized almost 90% of the spiritual power in his body, and pushed forward with all his strength, trying to resist Qin Dong's blow. But the moment the spiritual power surged out of his palm, Mo Xielong's heart became cold.
The spiritual power he exerted with all his strength may be better than Qin Dong's in terms of quantity, but in terms of quality, it is completely incomparable. It was like a ragtag group of old, weak, sick, and disabled people met head-on with an elite army that had been on the battlefield and experienced hundreds of deaths. No matter how large the number was, it was just a matter of death. The two spiritual powers haven't collided with each other yet, and the power exuded from each other is enough to make the two sides decide the battle. If Mo Xielong didn't even have this kind of vision, he wouldn't be worthy of being called a ninth-level monk.
The result was just as Mo Xielong predicted, his spiritual power was defeated as soon as it collided with Qin Dong's power of chaos. Like clouds and smoke swept by a strong wind, they disappeared in an instant. However, Qin Dong's attack was still powerful, approaching Mo Xielong.
With a muffled bang, Mo Xielong's whole body was like a cannonball that was shot away, soaring into the clouds and mist, flying for more than ten feet before falling to the ground. His chest felt abnormally heavy, and there were constant sweet smells coming from his throat. It was obvious that he had suffered internal injuries. [
Mo Xielong didn't care about the injuries in his body at all. He just stared at Qin Dong blankly, not believing anything he said. After a few months of separation, Qin Dong's cultivation had grown to such an extent that even he A dignified ninth-level monk couldn't even take one of his moves.
Mo Xielong was restrained, and An Xingquan and Wu Liangpin were dumbfounded. Even in the heavenly realm, they rarely see someone as domineering as Qin Dong. Mo Xielong is not an ordinary monk. He is a top expert who has reached the ninth level and is more than a head higher than them. He was defeated by Qin Dong like this. Qin Dong didn't even have a real sense of success. Take action. what does that mean? Doesn't it mean that if Qin Dong wants their lives, he may just wave his hand.
Those legends about Qin Dong that were widely circulated in the human world had always been scorned by the two of them, but now, they believed it from the bottom of their hearts and could no longer raise even a trace of doubt.
"Brother Qin's cultivation... is really admirable!" Mo Xielong's face turned pale and he stood up tremblingly. Just as I said something, a strong wind suddenly hit me again!
"Ah!" From the beginning to the end, Mo Xielong only had time to let out a exclamation, and his whole body was immediately hacked away. Qin Dong actually refused to give him a chance to breathe, which made everyone present worry about Mo Xielong's life.
There is often sympathy between heroes. This is how the Red Devil Venerable felt about Mo Xielong. Seeing that Mo Xielong was only alive for a moment under Qin Dong's hands, he felt extremely anxious. I wanted to step forward and say a few words of persuasion, but I couldn't muster the courage. It's not that the Red Devil Venerable is timid, it's that Qin Dong in a rage is so terrifying that he doesn't dare to come forward at all.
"Qin also admires Master Mo's character!" After knocking Mo Xielong to the ground for the second time, Qin Dong spat out these words.
Qin Dong not only wants to destroy Mo Xielong physically, but also psychologically. He is not cruel!