Chapter: 1281

If he is determined, he can still compete with Lu Changqing, but facing Zong Yin, he can't bring up the idea of ​​competing. After all, Zong Yin is the peak fighting emperor who has entered the third stage of life and death , can kill him with one hand.

Bao Tu looked at Mo Wenhui sarcastically, stepped forward and told the story.

After Zong Yin finished listening, he stood aside with a smile on his face, and said to Ning Qi: "Junior Brother Ning, I will wait for you to finish the matter before we leave."

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help looking at Mo Wenhui with pity.

"Who told you to be ignorant of current affairs?"

Lu Changqing looked at Mo Wenhui and said mockingly in his heart.

"Master."

Not long after Niu Dazhuang rested on the ground, his injuries had already recovered by 20-30%, and he walked to Ning Qi in good spirits. The faster you go, as long as you have one breath, you won't die!

"This is a speed of life recovery dozens or hundreds of times higher than that of ordinary people."

Ning Qi was secretly surprised.

The Life Dragon Horn he got the first time only increased the recovery speed of the life value by ten times.

Ning Qi looked at Niu Dazhuang, glanced at his attributes, and found that he had entered the peak of the true fourth-stage war god body, and it would not take long for him to break through to the true fifth stage.

This kind of cultivation speed makes Ning Qi quite envious. He is indeed a guy with the blood of the Giant Titan's remnants.

Thinking of this, Ning Qi nodded to Niu Dazhuang, then looked at Mo Wenhui: "Shall I do it myself, or you?"

"Brother Zong...I..."

Seeing that Zong Yin ignored him, Mo Wenhui stood defenseless in front of him, gritted his teeth, and shot Ning Qi directly.

"Go to hell! Inner sect disciples must not be humiliated!"

A dark purple grudge surged out of Mo Wenhui's body, like hundreds of poisonous snakes, intertwined into a net, and covered Ning Qi's head.

"Consolidation of fighting energy, this is our Yunqi Sect's earth-level middle-grade martial art, 'Different Snake Palm'!"

"Even if it is a small mountain at this moment, it will be smashed to pieces!"

"I don't know how Senior Brother Ning will resist Mo Wenhui's move."

The corner of Zong Yin's mouth curled up with a hint of sarcasm, and he looked at Mo Wenhui lightly, even Fang Mo was not Ning Qi's opponent, could Mo Wenhui turn the world upside down?

"Well done!"

Ning Qi laughed wildly, and slapped Mo Wenhui with his palm.

"Roar!"

A dragon chant sounded.

Six silver dragons flew out of Ning Qi's palm in an instant, destructively destroying the heaven and earth net of fighting spirit, and bombarding Mo Wenhui's body.

Mo Wenhui spat out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body was blown hundreds of feet into the air. The outer disciples behind him hurriedly stepped aside to avoid being hit by Mo Wenhui.

"What kind of martial art is this?"

Mo Wenhui had an unbelievable expression on his face. Even if Ning Qi's cultivation was stronger than his, it shouldn't be so scary! You can't even catch the opponent's move?