Chapter 650

Xumi competes in the martial arts field.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

The situation also reversed in an instant.

There are more and more people behind Nie Tian, and there are many martial artists in Shenlun territory.

As long as Moxing and others dare to make a little action, a big riot against the four aristocratic families will break out completely.

The ink torture looked at the scene in front of him and widened his eyes. His expression was stiff for a long time.

He didn't expect that he was so strong that someone dared to stand up.

The most important thing is that these people who took the lead are all big people in the 3000 small world, not ordinary people.

In ancient times, ye Lingyun, Zhan Honghai and duanmubai are no weaker than a Mohist.

Ink torture flustered, and there was an indisputable fluster in his eyes.

The current situation, if handled carelessly, will have very serious consequences.

"Everybody, don't be impulsive." Nie Tian hugged Mo Ruxi and felt the latter's stable heartbeat. He waved his hand slightly and motioned everyone to calm down.

Nie Tian's voice fell, and the noisy martial arts arena immediately quieted down.

Everyone's eyes focused on Nie Tian and waited for him to speak.

Nie Tian's eyes were calm. He suddenly looked up at the other three people in the near sky Pavilion and shouted, "don't you three want to say something?"

It is obviously impossible for the other three families to pretend to be mute after such a big thing.

Mo Xiaotian, the elder of the Tang family, stepped out one step and came first.

He glanced at Nie Tian, then stopped for a moment on Tang shisan behind Nie Tian, then paused and said, "the elder didn't pay much attention to the game between Mo Yu and Mo Ruxi. But I heard Mo Yu admit defeat."

"According to the rules of Xumi Martial Arts Association, if one party concedes defeat, it can be regarded as the end of the game. Therefore, when Mo Yu concedes defeat, the battle between him and Mo Ruxi has ended. As for his subsequent initiative to die and a sudden sneak attack, it has nothing to do with the game. It is purely a personal grudge between him and Mo Ruxi."

Speaking of this, Mo Xiaotian turned to look at the dozens of black warriors in the air and continued: "elder Nie Tian intervened in the personal resentment between Mo Yu and Mo Ruxi, which has nothing to do with Xumi Martial Arts Association. You all step back."

The dozens of martial artists in black were stunned at first, even if they disappeared directly.

Mo Xiaotian said so. Obviously, he agreed with the other two people.

If there were not so many people to stand up, the other three aristocratic families could stand on the side of Mohism, but now the situation has developed into this way, the other three families will not carry the pot with Mohism.

Mo Xiaotian's face became more ugly when he heard Mo Xiaotian's words. It was like swallowing a donkey's hair. The more he vomited, the more he felt blocked.

Nie Tian glanced at Mo Xiaotian and smiled faintly.

The elders of the three aristocratic families are all crafty people.

Mo Xiaotian said so, leaving everything just now behind xumiwu. Directly speaking, it is the personal gratitude and resentment between Moyu and Mo Ruxi. This not only acknowledges that Nie Tian has not broken the rules of Xumi wuhui, but also says that Moyu's actions have nothing to do with Xumi wuhui.

After he conceded defeat, the fight was over. What happened next was Moyu's own business.

These words were very smooth, narrowing the contradiction between Nie Tian and the Mohist school. The other three aristocratic families and Xumi martial society did not participate at all.

"Ink torture, do you want to stop me?" Nie Tian's cold eyes swept to ink torture and said indifferently.

Without the support of the other three, Nie Tiansi was not afraid of ink torture.

There are Mohists behind Moxing, alchemy guild behind Nie Tian, and Qiankun palace and Zhanyun sect. These forces together are definitely better than a Mohist.

Moreover, Nie Tian has seen that the strength of ink punishment is only eight times of divine wheel, which is equivalent to youmi Xuan, one of the two elders of Youming in lingxuan Tiange.

Since Nie Tian can kill you mi Xuan, he can also kill Mo Xing.

The move just now sobbed blood and cut the soul, although it was taken over by ink torture. But Nie Tian knew that he was too anxious before, and the real power of weeping blood to cut the soul did not break out. If he made another move at this time, the ink punishment might not be acceptable.

The ink torture stood in place, his expression stiff, and his mind was thinking at top speed.

He is the great elder of Mohist school, and Nie Tian is the elder in red. The other three have got rid of this matter. If Mohist School and alchemy guild openly tear their faces, they will never get any benefit.

Now the people behind Nie Tian are very angry. If they really start, they won't stand idly by.

Mo Xing is not afraid of Nie Tian at this time. He is really afraid of Ye Lingyun, Zhan Honghai and others.

But he didn't know that Nie Tian's strength was no longer under Ye Lingyun.

Nie Tian is the one he should be afraid of!

"Let's go." Mo Xing was stunned in place for a long time, finally compromised, squeezed out a few words between his teeth, and turned away with Mo Yu.

"Ink torture!" when he turned around, Nie Tian's figure suddenly sounded.

The figure of ink torture stagnated, but did not turn back.

"Please bring a word to Mo Zhaojing. If something happens to Mo Ruxi, I will let Xu miling be buried with the whole Mohist family!" Nie Tian's cold voice came out, and his tone was palpitating.

Crazy!

Crazy!

I'm afraid only Nie Tian can say such words at xumiwu meeting.

Every word, every word, like a sharp blade, stabbed in the heart of ink torture.

Nie Tian said such words in front of everyone. Obviously, he didn't pay attention to Mohism.

After today, the reputation and status of Mohism will be greatly reduced.

There was a vicious divine awn in his eyes, his chest fluctuated up and down, his breathing became rapid, and his face was pale green and bloodless.

He didn't understand that he was a great elder of Mohism. He was forced to such a point by a young man. It was really oppressive.

"Now, go away!" Nie Tian spoke again with extreme ridicule and disdain before the ink punishment responded.

The ink torture shook his body, as if he had been slapped in the face, which made him very angry. His body trembled, and finally he didn't dare to do it and left angrily.

Seeing Mo Xing and Mo Yu leave, Nie Tian dared not delay any longer and immediately left with Mo Ruxi in his arms.

What he said just now is definitely more than a threat. If Mo Ruxi really dies, he will bury the whole Mohist family!

Back to the ancient mansion, Nie Tian took Mo Ruxi into the room.

At this time, he no longer had any scruples and quickly took off the clothes on Mo Ruxi.

But the scene that came into his eyes surprised his face.

The wound pierced by Mo Ruxi's chest has stopped bleeding at the moment, but it has become slightly black. It seems that there is a small black flame burning, and the wound is healing slowly.

"How could this happen?" Nie Tianmu stared and helped Mo Ruxi put on his clothes.

"Corpse Luo, what's going on?" Nie Tian opened the shielded yuan Ling space and asked in a deep voice.