"Yes, Demon Wu has the upper hand. Even if Mo Batian has the same level of martial arts as him, he will lose."

"Mo Ba, maybe he is half a master?" A master behind him laughed. "Look, the competition will be over soon."

Mo Huasong still stood there motionless, and Demon Wu's fist had already reached his side.

"boom."

Demon Tou Wu's fist hit Mo Huasong's body hard, and the terrifying fist blade immediately destroyed Mo Huasong's body.

"Pa." Mo Huasong took a dozen steps back, spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face became extremely pale.

"Hahaha, you don't have much ability!" Devil Wu shouted proudly.

Originally, Devil Wu was thinking of having a fierce battle with Mo Huasong, and it would take a lot of effort to kill him by himself.

Unexpectedly, Mo Batian was disturbed by his head start, so he didn't fight back and allowed him to attack.

That punch just now had the power of twenty dragons. Even a large mountain would have been punched through by him, let alone a flesh and blood body like Mo Batian.

"Oh, I really didn't expect that the first generation master of Mo Ba Tiantang would be harmed by Demon Wu's tricks."

"Yes, Demon Wu disturbed Mo Batian's mind and made him unable to react for a moment. If they fight normally, it is estimated that Demon Wu will not win so easily." The warriors secretly shook their heads.

Mo Huasong, who was repulsed, frowned secretly. He thought that Demon Wu would be very powerful, so he stood there without resisting, wanting to see how much dragon power his flesh and blood could withstand.

But I didn't expect that Demon Wu would only push him back a dozen steps, so I was a little disappointed.

Mo Huasong secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and the seventh-level body refining technique was running on his body, and the injuries on his body recovered immediately.

"Master, your seventh-level body refining technique is very powerful. It only takes an instant to recover." The sword spirit was surprised.

Mo Huasong was secretly proud: "Of course, when the Immortal King gave it to me, he was very reluctant to give it to me. He said it was a treasure he got from a historical site."

"Devil Wu, haven't you eaten today?" Mo Huasong walked forward.

"How do you know?" Demon Wu glanced at Mo Huasong in surprise. "Why aren't you dead yet?"

"Hey, have you seen this? Although Mo Batian was hit by Demon Wu's punch, he seems to be fine." A warrior with sharp eyes noticed that Mo Huasong was fine.

Some people shook their heads: "It's useless. Even if he doesn't die, he is still seriously injured. If Mo Batian escapes now, he may be able to escape. But he is too stupid. He walked to Demon Wu's side. He is simply sending himself to death."

Mo Huasong smiled and said: "The punch you just punched didn't have much strength at all. It was like you didn't eat. How could anything happen to me?"

"Mo Batian, I want to kill you." Devil Wu was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

The punch just now was a punch with all his strength, with a full force of twenty dragons, but Mo Batian said it didn't have much strength, and he was going crazy.

"Boom boom boom."

The angry Demon Wu jumped into the air and punched Mo Huasong three times in a row.

These three punches had exhausted all the internal energy in Wu Demon Tou's body. When he finished the third punch, his face was pale and his whole body had shrunk a lot.

Mo Huasong's eyes lit up, this was the kind of blow he wanted.

The more severe the blow, the stronger his body will be tempered.

Of course, this must be done only when Mo Huasong's body can resist, otherwise he will be killed directly.

And this Demon Wu is slightly weaker than Mo Huasong, and he can't kill him, so he can practice the seventh level of physical refining with him.

After three punches, Mo Huasong was knocked directly to the ground, motionless.

"Alas, Mo Batian is doomed this time." The warrior behind shook his head secretly.

Mo Batian was punched by Demon Wu just now, and now he was punched three more times. Even if Mo Batian was at the master level, he would not dare to be so careless and not resist, just stand there and be beaten by others?

Seeing Mo Huasong not moving there, Demon Wu Wu thought that Mo Huasong was dead and looked up to the sky with a smile: "Hahaha, Mo Batian is just a nobody, he is not my opponent at all."

But as soon as he finished speaking, Mo Huasong slowly stood up with a smile on his face.

It's really good to use Demon Wu's attacks to temper your body.

He felt that the resistance strength of his body was now a little higher than when he received a punch before.

Don't underestimate this point. The power of the Seventh Layer Body Refining Technique is beyond the imagination of ordinary cultivators. It uses the seven elements to temper the cultivator's body, treating his body as a piece of fine iron and hammering it continuously. In the end, he will definitely become invincible.

The divine body above.

Thinking of this, Mo Huasong's heart felt hot.

Back then, if he had practiced the seventh-level body refining technique early in the morning, he would not have been afraid of the ghostly calamity, and he would not have been beaten to the point of rebirth.

Just by secretly transporting his true energy, Mo Huasong felt that his body had recovered again.

"Demon Wu, come and attack me again." Mo Huasong would not let go of such a good training opportunity.

"You, are you okay?" Devil Wu asked breathlessly.

Damn you, I tried my best to punch you four times, but how can I still have the internal strength to keep up?

But now that Mo Batian was standing in front of him again, he had to take action again.

So, Devil Wu gritted his teeth, took out two pills for quickly restoring martial arts from his arms and swallowed them.

This elixir is extremely expensive, and the cost of one pill is a year's total revenue of the Stargate.

As soon as the elixir entered his throat, Wu Motou suddenly felt that his whole body was in a warm state, and a powerful energy poured into his Dantian, and then fed back to all his meridians.

Suddenly, Demon Wu regained his health again.

"Mo Batian, do you have the guts to still stand there and let me beat you?" Demon Head Wu shouted with confidence.

He recovered 100% of his internal strength, and if he attacked Mo Batian with a few more punches, he would probably be able to beat him to death.

A warrior taunted in a low voice: "Devil Wu is so funny. Does he think Mo Batian is a fool? Just give him a few punches, but why are you so stupid standing there and letting him beat you?"

Unexpectedly, Mo Huasong smiled and nodded: "Okay, Demon Wu, you can continue to fight, I will stand here without moving."

Upon hearing this, Demon Wu immediately used all his inner strength to rush towards Mo Huasong without saying a word.

"Bang bang bang." Demon Wu punched three times in a row, all of which hit Mo Huasong.

Demon Wu also exhausted his own internal strength. When he finished the last punch, he collapsed and sat on the ground, his face pale and he kept gasping for air.

Mo Huasong's resistance ability has really improved now. He took a dozen steps back just now, but now he only takes a few steps back.

The broken flesh and blood was restored at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Mo Batian, what kind of skills are you practicing?" Devil Wu stared at Mo Huasong in surprise.

"Devil Wu, do you still have any medicine? Take some quickly before attacking me." Mo Huasong asked Demon Wu excitedly.

"Do you want me to take medicine?" Devil Wu's face turned red and white.

Ma Bi, this Mo Batian is so embarrassing.

I took such precious medicine and attacked him desperately, but he was fine. Listening to what he meant, it seemed that he wanted him to take medicine before attacking.
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