Chapter 682

In the void, Mo Zhaojing's terrible palm was a big, bone drenched handprint, powerful, gloomy and strange.

"So powerful!" the crowd's eyes trembled. Mo Zhaojing is worthy of being the top martial artist of the divine wheel. The power of this palm is definitely stronger than the momentum after Nie Tian and Mo Yu opened the giant spirit. I'm afraid Nie Tian can't bear this palm alone.

Nie Tian stood high in the sky without any expression on his face. His whole body was filled with terrible sword meaning. The whole person was like a sharp sword across the world.

Countless pairs of eyes stared at the figure in the void, and no one knew what would happen next.

Tang Hao and others behind Nie Tian all mentioned their voices and dared not breathe.

"Boom!" the white bone fingerprints came crashing down, and the violent atmosphere seemed to destroy everything.

Just as the white bone handprint was about to bombard Nie Tian, the void suddenly shook, the trend of heaven and earth suddenly changed, and there was a loud noise on the ground. The martial arts competition platform hundreds of meters around seemed to be lifted by a huge force and suddenly rose. It was horizontal in front of Nie Tian, forming a wall shield.

"Boom!" at the next moment, the white bone handprint hit the wall, and the huge force broke out completely. The wall could not bear the huge force and broke directly. In an instant, the gravel collapsed and flew, and the dust filled the air.

"Boo!" the power of the handprint instantly fell on Nie Tian. His figure was shocked and a sense of sword gushed out, giving birth to the power to resist destruction.

Nie Tian stepped back and stopped suddenly. A trace of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth, but he smiled calmly and spit out a word: "the first palm."

The first palm, startling power, was blocked by Nie Tian!

Everyone stared round and couldn't believe what they saw.

Mo Zhaojing slapped hard, but Nie Tian took it, and it seemed that it was easy to take it, and he didn't get hurt.

"Hoo!" Tang haomeng, fanchen and others saw this and exhaled one after another. The stone hanging in their heart finally fell.

No one expected that Nie Tian's strength was so terrible that he was slapped by Mo Zhaojing. He was not dead, not even seriously injured.

Mengfanchen thought to himself, it's not easy for him to bear the palm just now, even in the peak period.

Tang Hao is the only one who can easily take over the palm of Mo Zhaojing in the whole 3000 small world!

Nie Tian is not effortless, but he is also very relaxed.

In the eyes of others, Nie Tian easily took Mo Zhaojing's palm, but Nie Tian himself knew that he didn't know what he took.

Just now he used duanmiedi seal with the strongest defense among the three seals of the God of war. At the same time, he added his own divine wheel sword, which blocked Mo Zhaojing's palm.

Rao is so, he is still hurt.

If there is no star stone in his body, plus the body of nine star dragon vein, even if he doesn't die, he will be seriously injured.

Mo Zhaojing is worthy of being the peak figure in the three thousand small world. He is really strong with one palm!

Nie Tian was surprised, while Mo Zhaojing was shocked!

His body was stiff, and his face became pig liver color, which was very ugly.

I thought that even if I couldn't kill Nie Tian, I would be able to seriously hurt him, but I didn't expect that it would be such a result.

Nie Tian's martial arts are terrible, beyond Mo Zhaojing's imagination.

"Come on, the second palm." Nie Tian wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and stepped forward with an arrogant momentum.

"Die!" Mo Zhaojing's vicious voice rolled out from his throat, and his whole body's momentum soared again. The towering war filled hundreds of meters of void, and the whole space was completely solidified.

"Boom!" he gathered all his strength and blew down again. In the void, the sound roared, and a more huge white bone handprint appeared. The air was cold and cold, as if torn by great power.

Nie Tian's eyes tightened slightly, and the sword of divine wheel outside his body suddenly bloomed and burst out.

"Hiss!" seeing this scene, the crowd took a breath. Nie Tian was going to hit hard!

Isn't it crazy to use the triple strength of the divine wheel to confront a top martial artist of the divine wheel?

"Don't!" Tang Hao couldn't calm down any more when he saw this scene and exclaimed directly.

However, it was too late. Nie Tian looked solemn and did not turn back. The sword of the divine wheel burst into sky light, gorgeous and dazzling. The sword idea was full of mighty power, and even the power of thunder.

"Bang!" the extreme moves collided, the white bone handprint and the sword of the divine wheel collided together, and the void shook violently, but then it was slightly sluggish.

"Boom!" the next moment, an invisible force broke out from the center of the collision and spread in all directions.

"Danger!" the crowd felt the vast and powerful power and shouted. Someone had turned white and petrified.

The power of pangran, like a hurricane, flew past, and the whole arena was shocked.

Countless people could not bear the spreading force, vomited blood one after another, and even fell unconscious on the spot.

These people are several kilometers away from the central martial arts competition platform, and their power is still so terrible. This shows how great power Nie Tian and Mo Zhaojing should bear at the center of the collision.

High in the sky, a figure suddenly retreated, the person was still not stopped, but a blood line had appeared.

Nie Tian blasted back for tens of meters, and AO Jian Tianyi appeared behind him, finally stabilizing his body.

But at the moment, he was very embarrassed, his whole body was bleeding, there were terrible knife edges on his skin, and even he could see his bones.

In contrast, Mo Zhaojing was ragged and trembling, but he was not hurt.

After all, he is the top warrior of the divine wheel. Nie Tian is far inferior to the frontal collision.

"Not dead?" Mo Zhaojing stabilized his body and saw that Nie Tian was seriously injured. What appeared on his face was not pleasure, but shock and confusion.

His palm was really blocked by Nie Tian's sword. Although the latter was seriously injured, it was not the result he wanted. What he wanted was Nie Tian's death!

"Nie Tian, he's still alive!" everyone was stunned when they saw the bloody figure in the air. Their eyes were about to stare out. They couldn't believe that Nie Tian was still alive.

"Teacher!" Tang Hao wailed and was about to cry.

His teacher was forced to such a point by Mo Zhaojing, but he could only watch. How could he feel better in his heart.

He hated himself for not being strong, but let Mo Zhaojing take the initiative.

"Nie Tian has been seriously injured. Can he bear the third palm?" the next moment, the crowd trembled and guessed one after another.

"Mo Zhaojing, I am willing to take the third palm for Lord Nie Tian!" suddenly, Tang Hao's voice sounded, stepped forward and said solemnly: "I will never fight back. Even if you kill me, I have no regrets!"

"This..." the crowd was stunned by Tang Hao's sudden move. He wanted to change Nie Tian's life with his own life!

Nie Tian, who is Tang Hao?

"Tang Hao, get back!" before Mo Zhaojing could speak, Nie Tian's figure suddenly moved. His body shook and appeared in front of Mo Zhaojing again.