Chapter 1062: Fierce Battle

The phrase do you want face made Lu Wu Ying's face become extremely ugly, but he was also thick-skinned enough, only to see him laugh, “Wasn't that because I wanted you to fight for a longer period of time? Otherwise, once you come up and defeat you, then the many disciples of the Nine States its not very difficult?”

“That's also true, but the ones who are having a hard time right now should be your Lu Yun Pavilion disciples.” Lin Mo responded, “Those old guys are probably stomping their feet in anger as well.”

“Cut the crap.” Lu Wu Ying said in a deep voice, “It's your turn to feel bad next.”

Boom!

As he spoke, Lin Mo's One Rider had already stormed in, and that overpowering aura turned into a storm that swept away.

Lu Wu Ying, however, wore a smile on his face, and with one hand, he directly grabbed the tip of the gun that came bursting forth, and that dark bizarre power instantly erupted.

Hoo! Hoo!

A gust of cold wind like a blade, whistled out from the tip of the halberd, blowing Lu Wu Ying's clothes hunting, but even though the power of a horseman was huge, it was not able to knock Lu Wu Ying back.

“Good!”

“That's how it should be.”

“Damn it let this kid be arrogant for so long, now it's time to blow him up.”

......

The faces of the many Lu Yun Pavilion disciples below suddenly turned cloudy and shouted loudly.

Just now, Lu Wu Ying was being ruthlessly suppressed by Lin Mo, and it was very difficult for them to watch, after all, Lu Wu Ying was the strongest among them.

To be tyrannized by Lin Mo like that, it would have been hard for anyone else.

But now it was good, blocking this strong attack from Lin Mo with one hand was simply handsome.

“It's really strong, but it's still not a bit of a threat to me in my full state.”

Lu Wu Ying looked at Lin Mo with a smile on his face.

Lin Mo frowned slightly, the Lu Wu Ying who had completely let go of his cultivation was indeed far too strong, and the power of this ride of his was not to be underestimated.

Just now, Qian Yifeng was a bit overwhelmed, but Lu Wuxing was able to block him with a laugh.

“Is that so?”

Lin Mo's eyes suddenly condensed, and the Heavenly Dragon Yuan Power in his body instantly surged out, and an extremely domineering power's, instantly erupted.

“Inherited Martial Skill, Ghost God's Wrath!”

Poof!

Lin Mo shouted in a deep voice, quickly drew back the Heavenly Dragon of Creation, and then held the Heavenly Dragon of Creation in both hands, directly slashing down angrily at Lu Wu Ying below.

During the swinging process, the white light that was draped around the Heavenly Dragon of Creation instantly turned into flames.

An extremely overbearing power filled the air.

“Eh?”

Lu Wu Ying, who was originally wearing a smile on his face, felt this attack that suddenly became stronger and his face couldn't help but change, then he quickly drew out a black longsword and transported all the power in his body to hastily fend it off.

Clang!

The Heavenly Dragon of Creation soon caught this overbearing force and ruthlessly chopped down, and that powerful force bombarded Lu Wu Ying's longsword, emitting a loud metal collision sound.

One was fierce and strong, and the other met the attack in haste, so naturally he suffered a disadvantage, only to see Lu Wu Ying's figure directly be ruthlessly shaken to fly, and a burst of qi and blood in his chest.

Below the many disciples, see this scene, face again instantly became ugly.

They had only just found a bit of confidence, how could they be suppressed again? When did their Senior Shadowless Brother become so weak ......

Clang! Clang! Clang!

After this strike, Lin Mo didn't stop, only to see his figure appear again like a ghost in front of Lu Wu Ying who flew out backwards.

The flame-drenched Heavenly Dragon of Creation swept across again.

Seeing this, Lu Wu Ying also roared angrily and met the attack.

What followed was a series of sounds of metal clashing, and every time it clashed, a powerful storm of Yuan Power swept out.

Although Lu Wu Ying was gradually able to regain his rhythm, he was still being ruthlessly pressed by Lin Mo's move.

Boom!

After a series of eight chops, the power of Lin Mo's ninth chop, Ghost God's Wrath, completely erupted, directly blasting Lu Wu Ying to the edge of the platform, and a mouthful of blood gushed out once again.

Ugh!

Lu Wu Ying quickly rolled over and got up, only to see him viciously spit out a mouthful of blood, glaring angrily at Lin Mo.

The anger in his chest was like a volcano erupting.

This mouthful of blood, but he had spat it out after letting go of his cultivation, and although it was Lin Mo's sudden outburst that caused him to be in such a sorry state due to his improper defense, it was also a shame for him.

He was the proud son of Lu Yun Pavilion, and he was beaten to such a sorry state by a kid from the countryside of Kyushu, where could he put his face?

“It ends here.” Lu Wu Ying said angrily, “Lin Mo, you won't have any more chances.”

Whew! Whew! Whew!

As the words fell, a layer of black clouds surged around Lu Wu Ying's body, and a strand of bizarre power surged wildly around him.

His eyes, too, gradually became pitch-black, and a terrifying power diffused down from the Martial Soul Mountain, causing countless people below to feel breathless.

Even some of the weaker disciples felt a wave of weakness in their feet, and they couldn't even stand up.

“It's coming, Senior Shadowless Brother is furious, he's directly casting Black Cloud Heaviness.”

“No way, dealing with this Lin Mo brat is using this move?”

“It can't be helped, if we don't defeat this brat, we really won't be able to save our Lu Yun Pavilion's face.”