As soon as such a shocking scene appeared, it immediately shocked all the strong people watching the battle. At first, although Mo Ran made great progress and was full of confidence, they still worried about Mo Ran. Nothing else, they thought the level of the two strong people on the opposite side was enough to make people unable to believe that Mo Ran would compete with him with one person.

However, Mo Ran's strength surprised them once. Hao Ming, who was as strong as a martial saint, did not dodge in time under the afterimage of hundreds of palms and thousands of swords, and hit Mo Ran with a fierce palm. No one would doubt the weakness of this palm. For nothing else, it was impossible to see how huge the damage the latter was suffered from.

Feeling a burly and wide shadow pounced on him, the scholar wanted to slap him with a palm, but when his palms slightly rose, he realized that the one who rushed over was not Mo Ran who was sneaking into him, but Hao Ming's body.

"Idiot." He cursed in his heart, and the scholar turned his palms helplessly, and a feminine force winded out, wrapping Haoming's body. The scholar turned around in place, and with the power of rotation, he naturally threw Haoming aside, but he did not dare to stay. While recovering the palm power, the scholar pushed his backhand behind him, and the internal force suddenly attacked and surged out.

Unlike Hao Ming, the scholar who had long become a third-level martial saint is not comparable to a small person like Hao Ming who has just been promoted to a martial saint. While Hao Ming was injured, the scholar had already guessed that Mo Ran would not stop there. As expected, while his palm wind was rushing out, a domineering aura came as scheduled, and it collided with his palm wind.

"Peng"

A low muffled thunder resounded, and the scholar only felt a force that was not weaker than himself penetrated his body. This force was mixed with the imperceptible dark force that penetrated his defensive palm power and ejaculated towards the Wuwu.

In shock, the scholar forced himself to shoot backwards, and at the same time, he was lucky to dissolve the sudden dark force in his body.

On the other hand, Mo Ran, who attacked the scholar, would not feel good. After all, the other party is a strong martial saint who is stronger than him. Although the scholar is not as strong as before due to the wear of the powerful formation of the king formation, in the final analysis, he is still a strong martial saint. As the saying goes, a thin camel is larger than a horse, and the powerful palm power also makes Mo Ran walk around.

As his body flew backwards, Mo Ran avoided everyone's sight, bit his teeth and forced a bite of blood that was about to churn back into his stomach. A layer of sparkling purple lightning appeared behind him, and it burst out loud, and a few electric flowers were shocked. Mo Ran forced down and fell on the ground.

"Peng"

As the soles of his feet fell to the ground, due to the huge force, he immediately sank into Mo Ran's small half of his legs. As the dust flew, Mo Ran vaguely took a few breaths, and then he endured the pain and returned to his cold and free expression.

The three of them fought, but they separated again in a blink of an eye. The strong men could hardly believe their eyes. They did not expect that Mo Ran would become powerful, able to compete with the two martial saints, and even severely damage Haoming within such a quick time.

"This~, how is this possible?" Helianzhi stared at Mo Ran stupidly, as if nothing had happened, and his eyes were again on Haoming who was lying on the ground, and his mind was blank.

Helianxuan looked at Mo Ran, then looked at his brother, and the shock in his eyes was also revealed. After his mind was shocked, he was calm and sighed first: "We have always underestimated Mo Ran. Now I understand why Zi Xiao killed Ren Wanku so easily. Zi Xiao has Mo Ran, who is enough to dominate the Dark City."

Hearing Helianxuan sigh, Su Mei turned her head, her beautiful eyes circulated, and she blinked: "Is Helian City Lord wrong? It doesn't sound like a human personality."

He shook his head slightly, and Helianxuan surprised that he did not refute, and said indecently: "Lord Su, don't you laugh at me, have you not guessed Mo Ran's strength?"

Hearing this, Su Mei stayed on the spot, then nodded in shame, turned her beautiful eyes to Mo Ran, who was suddenly tall, and sighed quietly: "That's right, I underestimated him too."

In fact, he had another sentence that followed and said in his heart: "Miss, it's really not easy for the person you like."

Behind the three, Ye Qiu tightened the dark iron rod in his hand. Although he was not shocked in his eyes, he was guessing a blood-devouring fighting spirit. As a killer, Ye Qiu had never conquered anyone. Even Lie Potian, he was not sincerely convinced. It was just his job, facing a leader who was much stronger than him.

But facing Mo Ran, since he first met, even if he didn't think that the other party would be much bigger than him just by being stronger than him. Killers have the means of killer, so what is the difference between the peak of Wu Zun and Wu Kuang? The proud Ye Qiu never took Mo Ran like a strong man who had just entered Wu Kuang. But now, Ye Qiu could not help but lower his proud head, and I really admire Mo Ran.

A challenge that goes beyond the level, one person fights against the two saints. If this battle is spread, it will definitely cause a shocking craze. At that time, the unpleasant barriers among the martial arts practitioners will definitely be shaken by Mo Ran's appearance.

Fang Zhuan was the only person who still maintained a calm and composed expression on the scene. Although he didn't know that Mo Ran would have such strength, he had long expected that Mo Ran's life would be very hard, hard enough to be unbelievable. The result was the same. He could only smile helplessly and give up.

No longer talking about how everyone felt, the scholar at this time was shocked and secretly hated. His eyes swept over the seriously injured Haoming. The former suddenly turned around and glared at Mo Ran, and said coldly: "I didn't expect that the strongest person here was you. I really underestimated you."

"Thank you for the praise." Mo Ran smiled slightly and answered calmly.

In fact, Mo Ran acted so easily because he didn't dare to speak more. He had a breath of true energy, but he was turbulent inside. With great strength, he faced the two martial saints powerful men. After only a while of fighting, he felt overwhelmed. However, his strong will told him: he could not fall down, otherwise, not only Yao'er and Wang Zhen, but even his parents' revenge could not be avenged, but he would end up in hatred. This was something Mo Ran didn't want to see. In his heart, even if he died, he would have to kill the other two in his palm.

So Mo Ran acted very easily, in order to make the other party frightened, so as to effectively reduce the other party's fighting spirit and he may also recover a little psychological gap in the realm.

Mo Ran's plan was successful, and the scholar had indeed begun to fear him, but the only thing Mo Ran did not expect was that Hao Ming was too frightened by fear and serious injuries.

"Peng"

Hao Ming, who was lying on the ground, shot up violently, and his burly body fell heavily on the ground like an iron tower, and a ferocious face appeared in front of everyone.

With his eyes wide open, Haoming's eyes were blood-red, and heavy breathing came from his mouth and nose, and he growled like a crazy beast.

"I'll kill you~, ah~"

It seemed that even the thoughts were gone. Haoming waved the Canglong sword in his hand and rushed towards Mo Ran. He stepped heavily on the sand layer under his feet, making a fluffy sound, and the other side of the shocking thunder was the yellow sand in the sky.

Seeing this, the scholar was happy and couldn't help but reveal it. This situation was what he wanted to see most. As long as Haoming fought with Mo Ran regardless of his life, he could find Mo Ran's weakness and attack it. In this way, he could kill Mo Ran as he wished without spending too much effort. Hao Ming's death was simply disdainful to him.

Mo Ran's brows were tightened, and although there was no panic in his eyes, he was moved by it. When Hao Ming was attacking like this, his power must have increased greatly, and his current situation was not as good as he imagined. In order not to put himself in trouble, Mo Ran could only subdue the last Emperor's Holy Power Pill.

At the entrance of the pill, it turned into a burst of heat flow and poured into the body. The lost internal energy quickly returned, as if it was affected by the increase of this aura. Mo Ran finally had a smile on his lips. This time, he made up his mind to make the scholar and Haoming pay a bloody price.

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