"If you want to kill me, just a few of you?" Xia Moyan's face was indifferent, and although his words were light, he was domineering and exposed, as if he was not facing two masters in the latter part of the Heavenly Dao, but two wild dogs on the side of the road, which made people feel a kind of kingly demeanor.

"What a boy who doesn't know the height of the sky!" The old man in Tang Fu heard this, his eyes flashed, and he said coldly, he himself is also the great grandmaster of the eighth stage of the Heavenly Dao, even among the core members of the 'Zero' organization, his strength is also in the forefront, there are nearly 10 Heavenly Dao masters who obey him, how lofty his status is, just a junior who dares to be so proud in front of him, it is simply looking for death!

The old man in Tang Fu walked forward, and a layer of ice formed under his feet every time he took a step, and his movements seemed to be slow, but he walked nearly ten meters in the blink of an eye, and he stepped in front of Xia Moyan, holding the delicate crutch in one hand and pointing at Xia Moyan's heart.

Xia Moyan stood in place and didn't dodge, he grabbed the crutch like lightning, and the tip of the cane stopped in front of his heart without an inch.

"Huh?"

Xia Moyan frowned, he felt as if what he was holding was not a wooden stick, but an icicle, the temperature was even much lower than the icicle, the cold made his palms hurt like a pinprick, the blood in his entire left arm seemed to be coagulated, and the bones were even frozen and painful, so cold!

If he didn't have the True Qi Body, even if he had a powerful physique, he would probably have been frozen into a popsicle when he first touched the wooden staff.

Xia Moyan's true qi in his body was running, his entire left arm faintly flashed with a pale golden luster, and his wrist was strong, but the force that was enough to break the steel pipe could not hurt the wooden staff in the slightest.

Xia Moyan pulled the wooden staff into his arms, and his left leg was like a steel whip to the lower abdomen of the old man in Tang Fu.

The old man in Tang Fu had a rickety waist, and he looked like he was about to die, but his movements were extremely sensitive, his body jumped over, and his right hand became a claw towards Xia Moyan Tianlinggai.

His palms are thin, his five fingers are like five dead trees, his fingers are white, surrounded by cold air, and he makes a piercing sound of breaking the air when he waves, like a terrible ghost wailing, which is obviously a vicious and ruthless superior claw method.

Xia Moyan slammed his backhand away, his palm glowed with golden light, and the two great masters of the eighth stage of the Heavenly Dao fought again, but the result was that Xia Moyan had the upper hand slightly, and the old man in Tang Fu flew upside down, falling to the ground gently as if he had no weight.

"The Eighth Stage of the Heavenly Dao Great Perfection?"

The old man in Tang Fu narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with compassion, he had advanced to the eighth stage of the Heavenly Dao as early as 10 years ago, but he didn't expect that his cultivation was still weaker than this person, and he was worthy of being the leader of the dragon group, which was really extraordinary.

"Haha, don't be afraid, old ghost, I'm here to help you!"

Hephaestus let out a hearty laugh, rubbed his hands together, and actually ignited a layer of red flames and joined the battlefield.

Among the three, Xia Moyan's cultivation is the highest, the eighth stage of the Great Perfection of the Heavenly Dao, the old man in Tang Fu, codenamed the judge, is slightly weaker, and the last person, Hephaestus, also has the cultivation of the seventh stage of the Great Perfection of the Heavenly Dao.

The peerless duel that Xia Moyan learned is a peerless study of the contemporary class, the true qi is strong and sharp, invincible, even if he faces two opponents with the same cultivation in the past, it is enough to compete, but today with one enemy and two is slightly at a disadvantage.

It's all because the martial arts of these two people are too weird, one is as hot as the scorching sun, and the other is as cold as the nine shades of qi, fighting with these two people, the two true qi of yin and yang continue to impact his body, and it is extremely uncomfortable, if he is an ordinary person, his body has already collapsed.

"Team Leader!"

The remaining few people in the dragon group looked at the battlefield with anxious expressions, wanting to help but being powerless, you must know that it was a confrontation between three masters of the late stage of the Heavenly Dao, for them it was simply a fight between immortals, and if they got a little closer, they would be affected by the aftermath.

Bai Que glanced at the former White Tiger Qin Weichen who was standing in place in the distance without a trace, and secretly rejoiced in his heart, fortunately, this person's conscience had not been completely extinguished, and he did not make a move, otherwise the situation would only be more unfavorable for them.

"What a Xia Moyan, it's really extraordinary, it's a pity to die like this, why don't you join us and others, pursue the real pinnacle of martial arts, your eyebrows are angry, and all souls tremble, isn't it more majestic than you, the leader of the dragon group."

"Xia Moyan, no matter how stubborn you are, do you really want to watch your baby daughter bury with you......"

The two core bosses of the 'Zero' organization, you and I intend to disintegrate Xia Moyan's fighting spirit, but Xia Moyan's heart is far stronger than they imagined, and they are not moved by it at all, only to see his body shake, and his qi is released, condensed into a golden bell, buckled upside down on him, constantly rotating, and the golden Sanskrit attached to it flickered and dimmed, faintly surrounded by Buddhist sounds.

The two of them slapped their palms at the same time, making a piercing and violent impact sound, only to feel an incomparably strong Gang force coming back, and each took a step back, the Sanskrit on the golden bell was obviously a lot darker, and it obviously couldn't support it for long.

And at this time, I saw the five fingers of Xia Moyan's left hand, successively pointing at the six acupoints of Tianquan, Quze, Xuanmen, Jian Envoy, Neiguan and Daling on the right arm, and finally pressed the thumb on the Laogong acupoint in the palm of the hand, pushed forward, pinched the sword trick with his right hand, and the golden sword qi came out of the middle finger of the index finger, condensed but not dispersed, as if holding a sharp sword.

Xia Moyan stepped out, and the golden bell that was upside down around his body directly dissipated, his right hand swept forward, and the golden sword qi slashed towards the old man in Tang Fu.

The old man in Tang Fu smiled, the delicate wooden staff stood on his chest, and the golden sword qi slashed on it, actually cutting out a small gap in the wooden staff that was harder than fine iron.

"How is that possible!"

The old man in Tang Fu looked at the small gap and screamed, this wooden staff is one of the secret treasures in the organization, it is said that it is made of a deep sea hard black coral that has grown for many years, which is very suitable for his exercises, and it is extremely hard after the infusion of true qi, and he has been fighting for decades, and he has never been damaged in the slightest, but today he was cut out of a small gap.

Xia Moyan's expression was indifferent, outsiders only knew that their Xia family's ancestral mastery was the Peerless Decision, but they didn't know that the full name was actually called the Peerless Sword Technique, and the condensed Peerless Sword Qi was sharper than any divine weapon in the world.

"Give me death!"

Behind him, Hephaestus's angry shouts came, and he was seen to blast his fist towards Xia Moyan's back heart, and a fierce flame burned on it, like a blazing sun.

Xia Moyan turned around and slashed down with the sword finger of his right hand, the fierce flame was actually split by this peerless sword qi, and the strong gang qi could not compete with this sharp sword qi, fortunately, Hephaestus saw that the situation was not good and withdrew, otherwise the entire arm would probably be cut off, even so, the back of the hand was still scratched with a deep scar that could be seen in the bone.

(End of chapter)