Chapter 347 Genius Is Just the Threshold to See Me

And he practiced the kind of technique that can devour the flesh and blood of others and quickly improve his cultivation. With such a comparison, the gap between the two sides will be even more glaring. How can Mo Li, who always thinks highly of himself, accept this fact?

Mo Li's face became extremely ugly, and a trace of unwillingness and jealousy flashed in his eyes. He always thought that he was a genius of Tianming Sect and a leader among the younger generation of Zhongzhou.

But now, facing a true genius like Xiao Ling, all his arrogance and pride were shattered. This feeling of being completely surpassed made him full of unwillingness and anger. This unwillingness and jealousy bit his heart like a poisonous snake.

Mo Li, who could not accept this reality, began to become manic. His eyes were red, his breath was disordered, and the whole person seemed to have lost his mind.

Mo Li's heart was like being corroded by venom, and the flame of jealousy burned fiercely. His eyes were fixed on Xiao Ling, and his eyes flashed with unconcealable jealousy.

He envied Xiao Ling's youth, his seemingly easy-to-get powerful strength, and even more so his calmness and confidence in front of him.

He still remembered that he was once a star in the sect, how many people admired him along the way, how many times he stood on a high place, looking down on the crowd. Even Yi Chen, because of his accident, slowly began to catch up with him. But now, the appearance of Xiao Ling completely broke the last bottom line in his heart.

"Why?" Mo Ji roared in his heart, his fists clenched, his nails deeply sunk into the flesh, blood dripped along the palm of his hand, but he was unaware. "Why can you have all this at such a young age? And I have practiced hard for many years, but I am still not as good as you? This is unfair!"

"Damn it, damn it, damn it, you must die! And that Yi Chen, you guys all deserve to die!"

A fierce roar broke out from the depths of Mo Ji's throat, and his voice was full of bloodthirsty fanaticism. His palms clenched tightly, as if he could crush everything. Blood and energy swirled around his arms, like red poisonous snakes circling. In the blink of an eye, the blood and energy gathered in his palms and condensed into a bloody halberd, flashing an evil luster.

His eyes, as if soaked in blood, gradually turned red, and the murderous intent revealed in his pupils was enough to terrify anyone with a weak heart.

Those who had seen Mo Li's violent side would be terrified if they were present at this moment, because they knew that this peerless genius who was notorious in the Tianming Sect had completely released the bloodthirsty frenzy deep in his heart.

The blood halberd condensed, and the bloody breath surged from every pore of Mo Li like a tide, filling the air and making people sick. He stood there, like a blood god walking out of the Shura Field, and that terrifying aura seemed to be able to devour all living things.

Kill!

A low roar full of murderous intent erupted from the depths of Mo Li's throat, and his figure flashed and disappeared in an instant. Then, the space beside Xiao Ling suddenly fluctuated, and a sharp halberd tip surrounded by blood broke through the air and stabbed directly at his head.

"Hmph!"

Xiao Ling sensed the attack, snorted coldly, and lightly turned his body to the side, cleverly avoiding the deadly blood halberd.

"Seven Killing Halberd Technique!"

The blood in Mo Li's eyes became more blazing after the attack missed. The long halberd in his hand swung violently, turning into blood-colored light and shadows, covering all the vital points around Xiao Ling under the attack.

Facing Mo Li's storm-like attack, the golden light under Xiao Ling's feet flickered, and afterimages emerged one after another, and he easily avoided those dense blood-colored halberd shadows.

"Ding!"

After several clever dodges, Xiao Ling suddenly stopped. At the moment when Mo Di's blood halberd stabbed with violent momentum, a crisp sound of metal clashing sounded, and the waving blood halberd instantly solidified in mid-air.

And Mo Di's face also changed slightly. He was horrified to find that his blood halberd was actually clamped by Xiao Ling's two fingers surrounded by red-gold flames.

"Haha, it's ridiculous to be so helpless and furious here." Xiao Ling sneered, and his eyes revealed a trace of contempt, "I originally saw your momentum and thought you really had some skills. Now it seems that your attack is disorganized and full of flaws, just like an irrational beast."

"But you don't need to be discouraged, genius is just a threshold to meet me."

Xiao Ling's swift and accurate reaction made Mo Di's heart completely shrouded in a layer of solemnity. However, hearing Xiao Ling's nonchalant ridicule, Mo Di's murderous intent had completely overwhelmed reason.

No matter how powerful the opponent was, he only had one thought in his mind, that is, to completely defeat this hateful guy in front of him, and then cruelly eat him alive.

The thought flashed through his mind, and Mo Li immediately made a decision. He decisively gave up the blood halberd in his hand, and his figure was like a blood-colored phantom, and he rushed to Xiao Ling's side in an instant. In his palm, the sticky murderous aura surged out like a volcanic eruption.

"Heavenly Dark Shura Hand!"

With Mo Li's loud shout, the space around his palm began to fluctuate violently, and dark cracks spread quietly. The murderous aura that rushed to the sky seemed to solidify the surrounding air. The wind suddenly rose, and the sky seemed to become more gloomy because of this momentum.

In the blood mist, Mo Li's figure trembled slightly, and once again turned into a blood shadow, carrying a monstrous murderous aura, and attacked Xiao Ling like lightning.

The leaves around were swaying wildly in the wind, making rustling sounds, as if they were also trembling with the tense atmosphere of the battle.

Facing Mo Ji's extremely fierce attack this time, Xiao Ling did not choose to continue to dodge. On the contrary, a look of excitement appeared on his face.

With the help of the secret method, Mo Ji gained a combat power comparable to that of a nine-star Dou Zong in a short period of time. Such strength is almost the same as Xiao Ling's normal strength without using the secret method. Facing such an opponent, Xiao Ling also wanted to rely on his current strength to confront him head-on.

With a wave of his hand, Xiao Ling took the meteorite weapon in his hand back into the ring, and then his handprints changed rapidly, changing as fast as lightning.

"Dahuang Prisoner of Heaven"

With a low shout in Xiao Ling's heart, a golden half-figure appeared behind him. As Xiao Ling's handprints continued to change, the golden figure gradually solidified, and the pair of eyes that were originally closed suddenly opened, shooting out two golden rays of light, like two sharp swords, rushing straight into the sky.

At the moment when the golden half-figure behind Xiao Ling fully appeared, the blood shadow of Mo Li followed closely with a murderous aura. His palm was covered by the dark red sticky blood mist, which set off his originally handsome face, but now it looked particularly hideous.

"Die!"

With a hideous roar, Mo Li slapped Xiao Ling's chest fiercely. The surrounding space seemed to collapse at this moment, and long and thin black cracks spread under the palm wind, and the surging blood mist filled the entire sky.

A sharp smell of blood came to Xiao Ling's nose. Facing Mo Li's hideous attack, a cold light flashed in his eyes. His handprint stopped changing, and his right hand immediately stretched out and slapped forward.

At the same time, the golden half-figure behind him also synchronized Xiao Ling's movements, stretched out a broad golden palm, and slapped in the direction of Xiao Ling's palm.

"Bang!

There was a deafening roar, like a roar between heaven and earth. The space around the impact point collapsed inch by inch, and dark space cracks were like the claws of a demon, tearing the surrounding air and light wantonly. Those cracks spread out, forming a space vortex that seemed to be able to swallow everything.

At the moment when Mo Ji and Xiao Ling's palms touched, the entire space seemed to be torn apart, and the center of the impact erupted with unspeakable terrifying energy. Two powerful forces collided in the air, and the aftermath was like a furious wave, sweeping across everything.

A heart-pounding wave of air quickly spread from the center of the two people's fight, and the surrounding air seemed to make a shrill whine under the impact.

The shock wave was like a surging tide, sweeping around with Xiao Ling and Mo Ji as the center. In the face of this violent force, the surrounding trees suffered a devastating blow.

The leaves were stripped off the branches in an instant, and those more fragile branches burst directly under the crushing of the shock wave, turning into wood chips flying all over the sky.

Almost everything within a radius of ten feet was razed to the ground by this force. The originally dense tree canopy became sparse and broken at this moment, and the moonlight fell through the gaps between the branches and leaves.

The Xinlan Ancient Tree seemed to feel the threat of this force. In order to protect its own body, it had to release a layer of green power barrier to firmly block the aftermath of the two people's attacks.     "Alas, this young man is really rude. He actually turned the world upside down on my territory and made such a loud noise. Look, even my hairstyle that I have carefully taken care of for decades has been messed up."

After resisting the aftermath of the battle, the Xinlan Ancient Tree couldn't help but complain in his heart.

Fortunately, for the Xinlan Ancient Tree, these minor injuries were not a big deal. As long as the trunk is intact, it can mobilize the fighting spirit in its body, so that the damaged branches and leaves can regain vitality and restore their former luxuriance.

Xun'er, who was standing not far away and watching the battle, seemed unusually calm in the face of the oncoming aftermath of the battle. In her eyes, a flash of golden flame flashed, which disappeared in a flash.

In front of her, a large area of ​​space seemed to be controlled by an invisible giant hand, folding and twisting. All the shock waves approaching her were blocked by this spatial force, and no energy leaked out.

"Mr. Lin, Mr. Yuan, there are still many innocent people around Xinlan Ancient Tree. Please help me resist the aftermath of Brother Xiao Ling's battle. Don't let this festive festival be ruined." Immediately, Xun'er turned her head and whispered to a void beside her.

"Yes, Miss."

As Xun'er's voice fell, two old voices came out from the void almost at the same time.

Then, two figures slowly walked out of the void. They were the Dou Zun of the ancient clan, Elder Lin and Elder Yuan, who had been secretly protecting Xun'er.

As soon as Elder Lin and Elder Yuan appeared, they nodded slightly to Xun'er, and then their figures shook and quickly dispersed to two directions, coming to the edge of the aftermath. Together with Xun'er, they exerted their strength and quietly covered up the fierce battle here.

The power of this confrontation between Xiao Ling and Mo Ji was enough to rival the attack of a Dou Zun-level strongman, and the destructive power was extremely amazing.

But with the joint intervention of Xun'er and the other two Dou Zun, the fluctuations of this battle were naturally perfectly blocked, without leaking a single bit.

Among the crowd under the Xinlan Ancient Tree, although there were also some strong men who had reached the Dou Huang or even Dou Zong level, no matter how high their cultivation was, no one could sense the thrilling battle going on above.

After successfully blocking the aftermath of the battle, Xun'er and the two ancient clan warriors stopped and turned their gazes towards the center of the battle between Xiao Ling and Mo Shen.

The fierce collision between Xiao Ling and Xiao Ling just now stirred up dust and countless branch debris in the sky. The line of sight was completely blocked, making it difficult for people to see the specific situation inside.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound echoed in the forest, and the eyes of Xun'er and the two ancient clan warriors were immediately attracted.

In their sight, a figure flew out from the center of the collision like a kite with its string broken.

The speed was astonishingly fast, and only continuous breaking sounds were heard, and the figure slammed into a thick branch.

The branches broke under the huge impact, but the momentum of the inverted flight did not weaken at all. It continued to fly backwards and broke several branches one after another. Until finally, the figure was caught on a thicker tree. It stopped on the branch.

When the three of them followed the sound, what they saw was Mo Yan who was covered in blood and looked extremely embarrassed.

His figure was teetering on the branches, as if he might fall at any moment.

Xun'er and the other two Dou Zun looked at this scene with an unexpected expression on their faces.

In this all-out duel, Mo Shu from the Tianming Sect was defeated miserably.

Then, they turned away from Mo Chen and focused on another figure who appeared, it was Xiao Ling.

At this moment, Xiao Ling was standing in the void, with his hands hanging casually on both sides of his body. Her blue hair falls smoothly on her shoulders, exuding an unruly chicness.

The moon-white robe on his body was still as neat as new, as if the fierce battle just now was just a passing cloud, leaving no trace on his body.

But upon closer inspection, only the strand of bangs in front of his forehead was slightly messy, with one of them sticking up restlessly. This small detail adds a bit of humor to Xiao Ling's chic image.

"Pfft." Even Xun'er couldn't help laughing when she saw this scene.

Her smile was like a spring breeze blowing across the lake, causing ripples and making the tense atmosphere around her disappear instantly.

Hearing Xun'er's laughter, Xiao Ling felt a little embarrassed.

Shaking her head slightly, Xiao Ling straightened her disobedient bangs, and then turned her eyes to Xun'er. He raised his eyebrows slightly, showing a helpless and doting expression, and then cast a confident smile.

From Xiao Ling's point of view, Xun'er's eyes might be happier with her funny appearance than by solving the guy who had evil thoughts about her.

Then, Xiao Ling's eyes turned to the two ancient clan fighting masters who showed their figures. Before, they had been hiding in the void. Although Xiao Ling could sense their existence, he had never actually met them. Now, he finally met these two fighting masters from the ancient tribe.

Noticing Xiao Ling's gaze, the two old men smiled and nodded to him. In their eyes, this young man is of great importance. Not only is his cultivation about to reach the level of Dou Zun, he is also a genuine eighth-grade alchemist. His status is no less noble than ordinary Dou Zun like them.

What's more, this young man is very likely to become the son-in-law of the ancient tribe in the future. Therefore, they naturally have to be more friendly.

Moreover, their first impressions of Xiao Ling were quite good, so naturally they would not adopt the same arrogant attitude that the ancient tribe had towards outsiders.

Facing the friendly gestures from the two old men, Xiao Ling also politely clasped his fists and gave a slight salute to show respect. His attitude was neither humble nor arrogant, but also full of youthful vigor and confidence, which made the two old men even more fond of him.

After Xiao Ling exchanged a few words with the two ancient clan warriors, Xun'er flashed and appeared beside Xiao Ling.

With a smile, she stretched out her hand to tidy up Xiao Ling's collar and hair, and joked: "Brother Xiao Ling's hairstyle just now was quite interesting to me. Why has it been suppressed now? It's not as individual as before."

"Xun'er, please stop making fun of me." Xiao Ling shook his head helplessly, secretly deciding that it would be better to tie up his hair in the future to avoid such embarrassing scenes again.

The two chatted easily for a while, and then they held hands and walked through the void step by step toward Mo Shi. Their steps were light and firm, as if they were walking on the clouds. Every step seemed leisurely and unhurried, exuding an indescribable confidence and elegance.

Seeing Xiao Ling and Xun'er approaching slowly, Mo Chen reluctantly summoned up the last bit of strength in his body and forced himself to open his eyes. Although he was now at the end of his strength, the viciousness and murderous intent in his eyes were still strong, and he turned towards Xiao Ling unabashedly.

Xiao Ling stopped three feet away from Mo Shi. His eyes were full of ridicule, and the corner of his mouth raised a disdainful smile. He spread his hands gently, with a hint of contempt in his tone: "Tsk, tsk, it seems that you, the genius of Tianming Sect, are nothing more than this."

Hearing Xiao Ling's sarcasm, Mo Shu's eyes almost burst out with fire. His anger was like a volcano erupting, but his feeling of powerlessness was even stronger at this moment.

His body was trembling slightly, and he tried to suppress his emotions, because he knew that the situation was stronger than the person, and any impulsive behavior could cause him to lose his life. He is not a brainless fool, he knows that in this situation, staying calm is the most important thing.