Chapter 684: The Phantom Arrives

Nie Tian stood in the void, his eyes like torches, staring at Mo Zhaojing.

The third palm, Mo Zhaojing used the giant spirit body, the power of the magic bone blade of the magic bone white lotus, which was extremely powerful, and Nie Tian's sixth layer was directly shattered. But he still had the seventh layer of defense, which was his nine-star dragon vein body!

The dragon qi protected his body, even the magic bone blade could not seriously injure him.

Nie Tian's vitality was seriously depleted at this moment, but he didn't care at all, staring at Mo Zhaojing with cold eyes, waiting for the latter to let him go.

"Three palms, Nie Tian really took the three palms of Lord Mo Zhaojing!" The crowd looked at the figure in the sky, and the whole place was boiling. No one thought that Nie Tian actually took the three palms of Mo Zhaojing.

Countless pairs of eyes became obsessed, and the eyes looking at Nie Tian became shocked, awed, reverent, and even worshiped.

Tang Hao, Meng Fanchen and others were stunned in place, their mouths opened wide, and they couldn't spit out a word for a long time.

Tang Hao thought to himself that he could also take Mo Zhaojing's three palms, but he was at the peak of the Divine Wheel, while Nie Tian was only at the third level of the Divine Wheel.

Although he didn't know what happened to Nie Tian, ​​Tang Hao was sure that his teacher was more terrifying than before!

"Not dead!" Mo Zhaojing was stunned for a few seconds until Nie Tian's voice sounded in his ears. He reacted with a look of astonishment and screamed.

He used all his strength in a palm, but he didn't kill Nie Tian. How could this be possible?

"Mo Zhaojing, I'm not dead. I'm sorry to disappoint you." Nie Tian raised the corner of his mouth sarcastically and smiled coldly: "Three palms have passed, let him go."

Mo Zhaojing's body shook violently, his pupils suddenly shrank, as if he had just woken up from a dream, and he kept muttering in his mouth: "Impossible, impossible, this is impossible!"

After a long time, Mo Zhaojing finally calmed down.

Suddenly, a ruthless look appeared in his eyes. He looked at Nie Tian with trembling eyes and roared in deep anger: "Let him go!"

In front of the whole world, Mo Zhaojing did not dare to break his promise, but there was a strange flash in his eyes.

Two warriors of the Mo family came forward and handed Nie Yurou to Nie Tian tremblingly.

Nie Tian carefully checked Nie Yurou with his spiritual sense and confirmed that the latter was fine. His face was much more relaxed.

Although Nie Tian and Mo Yu were fighting a life-and-death duel, Mo Yu had become a useless person. He had no intention of entanglement, and the Xumi Martial Arts Conference should be over.

But just when Nie Tian turned around and prepared to leave, Mo Zhaojing suddenly laughed wildly.

"Nie Tian!" Mo Zhaojing roared and roared, looking at Nie Tian with a cold and strange look in his eyes, "For your sister, you took three of my palms, so for Mo Ruxi, what price are you willing to pay?"

"Mo Ruxi!" Hearing this name, Nie Tian's body trembled and his pupils suddenly shrank.

At this moment, two people appeared behind Mo Zhaojing again. One of them was holding a bed, and a red-haired woman was lying on the bed. It was Mo Ruxi!

Mo Zhaojing not only kidnapped Nie Yurou, but also kidnapped Mo Ruxi!

"Hiss!" The sudden scene made the crowd gasp. Mo Zhaojing kidnapped two of Nie Tian's closest relatives. The first one made Nie Tian suffer three palm strikes from him. Did the second one want Nie Tian to suffer three more palm strikes?

Nie Tian's Yuanli was exhausted at this time, and it was impossible for him to suffer three more palm strikes from Mo Zhaojing.

"Mo-Zhao-Jing!" Nie Tian handed Nie Yurou to Meng Fanchen, and was completely furious. The momentum of his whole body suddenly surged, and the whole person was sharp, like a sword out of its sheath, as if to cut the sky.

"Mo Zhaojing, do you know what you are doing?" Tang Hao reacted, and was also angry, roaring in a deep voice.

"Nie Tian, ​​Tang Hao, you forced me to do this. Since Nie Tian crippled my son, I will cripple him too." Mo Zhaojing smiled coldly and said, "Nie Tian, ​​if you want to save Mo Ruxi, then cripple your own meridians!"

Creating your own meridians!

Mo Zhaojing's words were like thunder, shocking everyone's heart.

He didn't want Nie Tian to take three more palms, but to cripple his own meridians. How cruel.

In an instant, all eyes were focused on Nie Tian again, waiting for his answer.

"Will Nie Tian really cripple his own meridians for Mo Ruxi?" People were all doubtful in their hearts.

"Okay, I promise you!" Almost as soon as Mo Zhaojing's voice fell, Nie Tian's voice sounded directly.

For Mo Ruxi, he was willing to cripple his own meridians!

Everyone's eyes stopped instantly, and time seemed to stand still at this moment. Countless eyes stared at Nie Tian, ​​and the shock in their hearts was all written on their faces.

Nie Tian is a super genius with unlimited future, but once he cripples his own meridians, it is equivalent to ruining his life.

"Teacher!" This time, Tang Hao could no longer control himself, took a step forward, and cried out in grief.

"Teacher?" When the crowd heard Tang Hao's voice, their pupils suddenly shrank. They couldn't believe their ears or their eyes.

Nie Tian is Tang Hao's teacher?

How is this possible!

Everyone froze at this moment, even Mo Zhaojing was stunned.

Nie Tian ignored the reaction of the crowd, took a step forward, his whole body shook slightly, and a powerful force surged in his Yuanmai.

As long as his consciousness moved, the nine Yuanmai would instantly shatter.

"Hehe, interesting!" Just when Nie Tian was about to destroy his own Yuanmai, a very sinister voice suddenly sounded, "Since this girl is so important to Elder Nie Tian, ​​I will take her away first."

As the faint voice fell, a ball of black air suddenly emerged in the void and spread out.

The two warriors around Mo Zhaojing fell down before they understood what was going on. Mo Ruxi was swept away by the black air. The sinister voice sounded again: "Nie Tian, ​​you killed my son. Only I can kill you. If you want this girl to be safe, come to the bloody land to find me in three days."

The cold voice fell, and the black air disappeared instantly.

"Tang Hao, stop him!" Nie Tian roared, and his blood boiled instantly. In the endless blood light, he stabbed out with a sword. A huge blood-colored sword shadow of a hundred meters, and the blood-colored sword light bloomed and pressed towards the void.

"Boom!" The sound of the air being cut sounded, and nothing was stabbed under the sword.

Everything happened in a flash, and most people did not react.

The black air was none other than the Pavilion Master of Lingxuantian Pavilion, the ghost!

No one thought that the ghost had been lurking in the martial arts field and had never left.

Tang Hao reacted at this time, his body shook, and he soared into the sky. His Wanjie Ghost Eyes opened, but there was no one in the void.

The ghost's lurking method was too clever. If he didn't take the initiative, he would not be able to detect his existence at all.

"Leave him behind!" At this moment, a delicate cry sounded, and a figure suddenly appeared, and then a red fire column shot out and blasted into the void.

"Ghost, you can't escape!" Almost at the same time, another voice sounded, and in the void, a sea of ​​sword light appeared, and the terrifying sword intent bloomed instantly, pressing along the fire column in the air.