Chapter 173 Crazy Dragon
Off the field, all the Mojiao clan watching the battle were dumbfounded.
Chi Lian and Xuan'er looked at the scene of sudden closeness on the field with worry, and silently cheered for Ning Wuxie in their hearts.
Mo Xin on the side has turned slightly pale, with a look of doubt on life.
Demons, even if they stand out from the monster beasts, have intelligence, and can transform, their road to growth is still long.
The power of their innate bloodline plays a large factor in their strength. They can only rely on natural growth to gradually reach adulthood and gain powerful strength and exclusive racial powers.
It wasn't until the human race invented the method of cultivation that they could change their fate against the will of heaven with their most fragile body, and completely became the master of the continent. This ended the great demon's rule of the continent based on his bloodline.
Therefore, all the exercises and magical powers that can be learned in the world today are based on the human body as the basic condition. Mo Xin was able to reach the half-step Nascent Soul realm only because of her continuous efforts in human form. The strong body of the Jiao clan may have given her some help, but it was also extremely limited.
She also knew the art of falling flames, but she was far less skilled than the spear, boxing, and various human skills she had practiced. She also spent many years in the Qi Condensation Realm, refining the true essence, and polishing the soul.
But now, I see that Mo Ming is actually in human form, carrying the tyrannical physical power of the Jiao Clan, and can also cast falling flames!
She is somewhat doubtful about life.
Similarly, Lu Qiong next to her had a similar expression. He was dumbfounded and stared at Mo Ming, as if he wanted to carve this image into his mind.
"His Majesty!"
"Get out of the way, Your Majesty is here."
Suddenly there was a shout from behind, and everyone turned around quickly, only to see Mo Xiang sitting on the wooden chariot, still wrapped in thick clothes, being carried over by the guards.
The crowd instantly made way for Mo Xiang to come to the front, and the wooden chariot stopped beside Mo Xin.
"Father, is this the path you have chosen?" Mo Xin raised his head and asked Mo Xiang who was lying on the chair.
"Are there really no side effects? I think... this is so unnatural!"
Mo Xiang did not reply, but quietly watched the battle on the field.
At such a close distance, Ning Wuxie could no longer release the repulsive power of the stars to repel Luo Yan.
If Mo Ming spits out black flames, the consequences will be disastrous! The knife in his hand kept moving, and he continued to force Mo Ming's hands.
As more and more black smoke came out of Mo Ming's mouth, he finally slowly opened his huge mouth, and Ning Wu once again saw the liquid black flames churning inside. The next moment, the force of the sword he originally swung changed completely. Mo Ming's instinctive block was missed. At the same time, Ning Wuxie's body suddenly lowered.
Another flying sword instantly shot out from his back like lightning, piercing straight into Mo Ming's mouth!
He has been waiting for such an opportunity. This hidden spiritual sword that has never been used is his ultimate move!
The people of Lanyuan didn't know that Ning Wuxie could control two magic weapons at the same time, and they suddenly exclaimed.
The flying sword shot directly into Mo Ming's mouth. No matter how hard the scales on Mo Ming's body were, the mouth was absolutely soft and could not be harder than the sword!
Mo Ming just opened his mouth wide and wanted to spit out the black flames. Unexpectedly, Ning Wuxie hid this hand. He was caught off guard and was stabbed into his mouth by the sword. He subconsciously gritted his teeth and tried to stop the spiritual sword from driving straight in.
There was a tooth-piercing sound of gold and iron rubbing against each other. Mo Ming's jaw had no idea how strong it was, and he actually bit the spirit sword to the tip of his teeth!
A bit of blood slipped from his jaw, and his mouth was cut by the blade, but it was better than being impaled through the head.
At the same time, Ning Wuxie suddenly felt a burning pain in his soul, and his control over the spiritual sword was rapidly disappearing.
Mo Ming's mouth was filled with black flames! The spiritual flying sword was unable to withstand the scorching heat of the black flames, and it started to melt in just a few seconds!
Mo Ming's eyes showed a smile of success. He was the first to reproduce the powerful body and black flame magical power of the Mo Jiao clan on a human body.
Many of the previous Saint Clan guards were taken away by Mo Xiang for such experiments, but none of them came back.
Finally, Mo Xiang found him, and he was also the first experimental subject with royal bloodline.
Mo Ming was not afraid, but felt that this was a great honor! Those who failed and died can only prove that they are incompetent waste.
I succeeded! It is His Majesty's most successful experiment, the hope of the Black Dragon Clan in the crisis of gradually thinning bloodline, and the founder of a new era for the Lanyuan Dynasty!
At this moment, his fighting spirit was high again, with his back straight and his face facing the sky, as if he wanted the world to witness him. The madness in the blood-red vertical pupils became a little stronger again, and his jaw suddenly exerted force again. He will bite this spiritual sword alive! More blood flowed from the corners of his mouth and onto his chest, but he didn't seem to feel it at all.
But Ning Wuxie didn't give him this chance.
Just when Mo Ming was arrogant and frantic because of his pride, the searing pain Ning Wuxie felt because his soul was implicated in the spiritual sword reached its peak.
Seeing Mo Ming actually looking up at the sky and biting the spirit sword, Ning Wuxie immediately seized the opportunity. He jumped up on the spot, stepped on the Demon Sword Xie Zang and used his strength again, leaping straight over Mo Ming's head.
A black shadow suddenly enveloped Mo Ming's frantic dragon head. He was stunned and found that Ning Wuxie suddenly jumped up.
"Die!" Ning Wuxie descended from the sky, swung his fist down hard, and hit the exposed hilt of the spiritual sword that was bitten by Mo Ming.
He doesn't want this sword anymore!
Zila——
The tooth-piercing sound of friction between gold and iron suddenly sounded. Even though Mo Ming was biting her tightly, the spirit sword was still forcefully hammered in by Ning Wuxie!
This was not over yet. Ning Wuxie directly injected a large amount of true energy into the spirit sword again. The spirit sword was already fragile under the burning of the black flames and Mo Ming's bite. Now it instantly began to tremble and crack, and then was born in Mo Ming. Explodes in the mouth!
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
Ning Wuxie turned over like a swallow, somersaulted away from Mo Ming, and landed firmly on the ground.
Mo Ming screamed and staggered back, his mouth wide open and he didn't dare to close it. His claws grabbed his jaw, making people worry that this guy was going to tear his jaw off.
The madness in his eyes became even stronger, and the pride and complacency he had felt before was suddenly replaced by overwhelming pain.
"Impossible, I am the perfect experimental subject! Your Majesty!!"
He roared indistinctly, grabbing wildly with his hands. His eyes seemed to be completely covered with blood, and he couldn't see clearly the surrounding situation. After several random swings, he finally lost his center of gravity and tripped to the ground.
Ning Wuxie retreated and looked at him quietly.
In a life-and-death duel, the outcome is often decided in an instant. If Mo Ming was sane, he should not have raised his head and tried to bite the spirit sword to pieces just now. He would have completely ignored Ning Wuxie and exposed a large flaw in front of him.
Ning Wuxie felt even more that as the longer he transformed into a dragon-like form, Mo Ming's madness became more and more obvious, until it affected the battle.
But now, it may be that he detonated the spirit sword, which hurt Mo Ming's brain again, and he has completely lost his fighting ability.
To be honest, Ning Wuxie was a little stressed when Mo Ming had just transformed into a dragon-like form and launched a crazy offensive against him.
But I haven't used all my strength yet, and I haven't used the magical power and the Mysterious Soul Art in Wutian Transformation Sun Kung Fu yet.
It was Mo Ming who was destined to fail, he just carried it through.
Everyone in the audience looked at Mo Ming, who was so powerful just now, rolling on the ground. They all had their mouths open and were speechless in shock.
Who would have thought that Mo Ming was defeated in an instant. His madness originally made his offensive extremely fierce, but this madness continued to grow, causing him to lose the battle directly.
The holy guards who just thought this was the hope of the Mojiao Clan all had complicated expressions and were speechless.
Mo Xin looked at Mo Xiang, but there was still no expression on his face. He just waved his hand, and the guard carrying the wooden stick recognized him, turned around and walked towards the camp. Never look at that Mo Ming again.
Mo Xin knew that the experiment on Mo Ming had failed. No one knows whether Mo Ming can recover in the future. The worst-case scenario is that the Mo Jiao clan will lose another member of the royal bloodline.
Lu Qiong looked at the field, and for some reason, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
Ning Wuxie felt that the overall situation had been decided and planned to retreat among the crowd. He had no intention of killing Mo Ming. After all, this was the territory of the Mo Jiao Clan, so let them handle it.
But suddenly, a deafening roar came from the mouth of Mo Ming, who was lying on the ground.
His hair was disheveled and his eyes were blood red. He threw himself on the ground like an evil tiger. His body was twisted unnaturally. His human body began to change stiffly, and his original dragon body gradually emerged.
Just looking at it made Ning Wuxie feel pain.
But Mo Ming seemed to have no feeling at all, and instead jumped up, dragging the deformed and twisted body of the dragon into the air.
"I am perfect! I am of royal blood! I have true dragon blood! I will not lose!"
"Uhhhhhh!! Ning Wuxie, you die!"
He flew in the air, tumbling randomly like a live fish in a pot, with billowing black flames spurting out from its mouth and scattering everywhere. But soon, the spitting became extremely unsmooth, as if it was stuck. At the same time, his chest and abdomen began to bulge strangely.
"He's crazy! He's stuck!"
"Is he... going to blow himself up!? Oh my God, someone go up and save him!"
The saint guards were all stunned for a moment. They all mastered the black flame technique and knew that it was a dangerous and powerful magical power.
Mo Ming actually suppressed the black flames in his chest. This meant that both the jade and the stone would be destroyed. Once it exploded, the entire camp under Peach Blossom Mountain would not be able to survive!