As the scholar's scream came out, everyone was shocked. While not understanding why the scholar had such a change, everyone immediately turned their eyes to Mo Ran, whose internal energy was constantly evaporating.

"Impossible. How could you have the internal energy of the wood spirit attribute?" Before everyone could understand why the scholar was so shocked, the former said something that made everyone confused and shocked.

"What? Wood property?"

Looking at Mo Ran incredibly, everyone looked up and down at the former almost unbelievable, their soul power penetrated and felt it for a while, and indeed felt a trace of the power of vitality from the permeated purple air.

"It's really a wood property."

Su Mei could hardly believe her eyes and exclaimed. The Helian brothers were so shocked that Fang Zhunzhe shook his head slightly and whispered: "This kid always does something unexpected."

Hearing Fang Zhun's whisper, Ye Qiu glanced at him in surprise, then frowned, shook his head and said, "Impossible, how can a person have two kinds of internal energy? This is impossible."

"Impossible?" Fang Zhun sighed slightly and said, "Maybe it is impossible to put it on others, but it is really possible to put it on him."

Such a mysterious sentence made everyone confused when they heard it. Although they didn't believe that all this was true, the faint power of vitality still made them believe it.

Everyone knew that if the scholar had not blurted out, they might have never known that there would be another kind of internal energy hidden in Moran's body. But he didn't understand, how did Moran do it?

Several surprising gazes flashed and were placed on Mo Ran at the same time. The latter seemed to have not heard such a surprised tone at all. The internal energy continued to rise, and there was no tendency to stop. So, the surprised gazes suddenly turned into a cold light of fear.

"Surce? This is not the strength of a first-level martial arts maniac." Haoming couldn't believe his eyes. He had long been the peak martial arts maniac, and he naturally understood that such an energy surge had reached the level of a second-level martial arts maniac.

"No, it hasn't stopped yet."

Everyone exclaimed in their hearts, and the rising internal energy had now soared to the level of a third-level martial arts maniac.

Level 4.

Level 5.

"Huh~"

Everyone's hearts continued to rise and fall with Mo Ran's momentum soaring, until Mo Ran's momentum steadily reached the level of the sixth-level martial arts madness, and they stopped soaring.

At this time, the violent internal energy penetrated the body. A thick purple light column slowly formed behind it, soaring straight into the sky, illuminating the entire desert with great clarity.

"Sixth-level martial arts maniac?"

The scholar and Haoming widened their eyes. Now they realized that Mo Ran, who has another kind of internal energy, has more than one strength. When fighting with the powerful formation realm of the Wang Formation, Mo Ran's strength has reached the level of being a matchmaker. No wonder he is so confident that he dares to fight with his two great martial saints.

The scholar and Haoming, who were so powerful that they were wiped out by the Hurricane Formation of the King's Formation, only realized the reason for his confidence after experiencing Mo Ran's sudden increase in strength. They knew that Mo Ran now had the strength to fight with them. If they were careless, they might even really capsized in the gutter and defeated by Mo Ran.

"What should I do?" Haoming had lost confidence. His internal energy content was no longer as high as the Martial Saint. If we had to make a conclusion, it would be at least level eight, and at most it would be at the peak of the Martial Madness Realm. Similarly, the scholar spent a lot of true soul power and internal energy and threw out the Soul-Slaying Needle. The situation was not much better than Haoming.

"What are you afraid of? You two are both martial saints, but you are still afraid of a martial scoundrel." He glared at Haoming with contempt, and the scholar snorted coldly.

Although he was extremely tough, the scholar didn't think so. For some reason, he always felt that something was wrong with Mo Ran. It seemed that he had not fully demonstrated his strength, which made the scholar very disgusted and even worried.

"Damn it, why is this happening?" The scholar cursed in his heart. He regretted that he was not as good as before and killed Mo Ran as soon as possible. In that case, he would not have done so many things. However, there is no regret medicine in the world. The current situation has become little by little unknown, and the scholar dares not delay.

In anger, the scholar knew that he could not wait any longer. If Mo Ran was allowed to adjust his condition to the best, his side would be very dangerous. So, when Hao Ming was still deeply afraid, the scholar suddenly shouted: "Haoming, take action."

"Ah! Yes."

Hearing the scholar's roar, Hao Ming was stunned and immediately reacted. At this time, the scholar had already rushed out and raised his palm and waved it.

Seeing this, Haoming swung the Canglong Sword in his hand, jumped out, and rushed towards Mo Ran at lightning.

The wind-like palm power and magnificent sword energy finally swept out in the scholar's roar. The two martial saints fought together to fight a martial arts man who was much lower than their strength: Mo Ran.

Looking coldly at the two martial saints who were rushing towards him, Mo Ran's mind suddenly tightened. With a nervous look, the former's arms flapped, and a stream of air like storm spread out, but it was about an inch away from his body, and a shocking roar suddenly burst out.

The powerful energy wind burst into space, making waves of thunder, and a vast storm shot out, directly shocking Su Mei and others who were closest to Moran to retreat, away from Moran who had all his strength.

Suddenly, everyone looked grateful, and when their eyes turned to the battlefield where fighting spirit soared into the sky, Mo Ran had already fought with the scholar and Hao Ming. At this time, they felt Mo Ran's terror.

The thin-skinned body became strong at some point. The arms full of electric snakes were a little thicker. The green robe was broken, revealing the arms covered with blue veins. Due to Mo Ran's strength, it had reached a terrifying level, but the white arms were filled with purple light.

While the energy was storming, Mo Ran swung his arms round, swung his left arm horizontally, and rushed straight to the right fist, and at the same time attacked the scholar and Haoming who were rushing towards him.

"Boom, boom."

Two roars resounded throughout the world, and Mo Ran's left arm was just in contact with the scholar's fist, and his right fist also steadily hit Haoming's Canglong sword.

The strong wind swept through, the yellow sand flew, and the purple light rushed into the sky. The three energy was intertwined, and two huge energy ripples suddenly appeared. This time, as everyone expected, the three of them flew away and almost met. The three of them shouted loudly at the same time, and the light in their bodies flashed violently, collapsing the terrifying energy and exchanging them again.

For a moment, the wind was strong in the field, and as the wind and sand filled, two purple shadows and a green figure flew around, flashing, and disappeared sometimes, and after disappearing, they would all lead to a powerful collision.

**The collision of power is the most exciting tactic that makes the warriors. What makes people excited are the roars like thunder and the unparalleled domineering aura.

In the field, Mo Ran was like a god of war, with a strong face, not at all shocked by the power of the two powerful martial saints. He waved his arms, and strong winds shot out, and the following came with a bolt from the blue.

Graphic skills. Moran’s own combat skills are not very powerful, but under its powerful operation, it is not weaker than some advanced martial arts. In addition, the Jiuyou Divine Fire has just been refined, and while its strength has soared, Moran’s speed has reached a new level.

Nine flashes of shadows, the eighth realm: chasing lightning.

Since Mo Ran began to practice the Nine Flashes of the Shadow, he knew that these advanced body skills were definitely not as simple as his own idea. They could be divided into nine realms, and their power was indeed not comparable to ordinary advanced martial arts.

Mo Ran was very glad that he could get this powerful body and martial arts skills. Without the blessing of the Nine Flashes of the Death Shadow, his strength would not be able to compete with the two martial arts saints. Therefore, Mo Ran was not arrogance. The reason why he dared to fight alone with the scholar and Haoming had already considered this body and martial arts skills.

The result did not disappoint Mo Ran. The Nine Flashes of the Shadow reached the realm of chasing the LED. Every time Mo Ran's movement was like a flash of lightning, and its speed had already left the realm that the strong martial artist should have. Rudian's figure suddenly appeared in the battle circle, which surprised the scholar and Haoming.

Fast. Just one word is enough to show Mo Ran’s strength at this time.

The wind and sand swept through, and under the shadow of the knife, a figure like lightning flashed in the sky. With this lightning-fast body technique, Mo Ran really gained a lot of advantages. Although such a desperate fight, the internal energy consumed a huge amount, Mo Ran ignored it. There was no reason, just because the original wood spirit in his body was constantly replenishing the internal energy he consumed rapidly.

"call out"

Another lightning flashed by, dodging Haoming's powerful sword. At this moment, the scholar followed closely, intending to block Mo Ran's way. The palm wind mixed with unparalleled power and slapped it hard. The scholar believed that as long as Mo Ran was hit by this palm, even if he was not seriously injured, it would be difficult to maintain this strange speed.

However, what shocked the scholar was that his palm did not slap Mo Ran as he wished.

The palm was re-shot like the wind. When the shadow of the palm fell on Mo Ran, the scholar realized that it was just a afterimage.

"not good."

In amazement, the scholar immediately turned around, but did not notice Mo Ran's figure.

And at this time, there was only a "boom".

Haoming "Wow" sprayed out a mouthful of blood, which directly sprayed on the scholar's face, and the former hit the scholar like a falling meteor.

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