Chapter 891 Sorry, your stunt belongs to me!
Moro looked at the scene in front of him incomprehensibly, thinking it was too incredible.
The other Tianjun including Maha also raised their eyeballs, watching this scene in shock, and opened their mouths slightly.
It wasn't that they were not calm enough, it was that the scene in front of them was too outrageous.
First of all, ancestral realm powerhouses of the twentieth rank are rare existences in their planes. Even in the star field alliance where he is, they are also powerhouses standing at the pinnacle. See through, resist if you say resist.
It doesn't matter if you block it, the problem is that the way the opponent blocks it is a bit too outrageous.
"Didn't see clearly?"
The corners of Luo Yu's mouth raised, and his arms chiseled in the air. There was no mystery, but all the attacks from Moro were blocked, and then everyone saw that Moro's body was hit hard, and it was constantly deformed, as if there were countless waves. Like a fist hitting him.
Moro was so shocked that he even forgot to fight back.
"You... you... how could you!"
Amidst Mo Luo’s inconceivable exclamation, the other heavenly monarchs were really stunned, what is going on.
Everyone in Douluo Dalu did not understand what happened.
It was obvious that Moro had the upper hand just now, while Luo Yu was only getting beaten, why did the situation turn around in an instant.
Ten Heavenly Lords who were so aggressive just now, why are all of them opening their mouths and looking dumbfounded.
Bibidong asked Gu Yuena who was beside her.
"Just now, what happened?"
Gu Yuena shook her head, a blank look flashed across her purple eyes, not to mention other people, she didn't understand either.
While everyone in Douluo Dalu was in a fog, Mo Luo was beaten to pieces and flew out.
"Shua!"
Finally, Mo Xin made a move to catch Mo Luo and save him.
He stared at Luo Yu like he was looking at a monster:
"You... You guy, why would you use our ancestral realm's unique Kongming Fist from the Nether Plane?"
"you guess?"
Luo Yu bared his teeth and waved his arms. Space and black air flow formed a wonderful combination of changes, and invisible fists burst out.
Moxin was shocked, the power of the soul surged, and a dark shield was erected.
Seeing that the protective cover was dented, revealing fist marks, he was shocked again and again.
"Kongming Fist, is it really Kongming Fist?"
"even-"
Mo Xin swallowed her saliva, and said with disbelief:
"Even smoother than Moro?"
As soon as this remark came out, all the heavenly monarchs were shocked. How can the unique knowledge of the ancestral realm be so easy to learn.
Except for Maha, each of the Ten Heavenly Lords has only mastered one of them. After mastering it, they can be said to be invincible below the ancestral realm of the Nether Plane.
As a result, this guy learned it just by saying it?
When everyone in Douluo Dalu heard Mo Xin's shout, they realized what a terrible thing Luo Yu had done.
He actually learned the unique skill on the opposite side?
In such a short time of fighting, completely mastered the opponent's unique skills and surpassed them?
"How did you do it." Mo Xin shouted a little voicelessly.
Luo Yu shrugged.
"Is it difficult to learn?"
"But what kind of punch is this empty, it's really easy to use."
Mo Luo was beaten to pieces, but now hearing Luo Yu's understatement, he almost fainted from anger.
Luo Yu said with a smile: "Thank you Moro for sending me the unique knowledge from all the way."
"Now I declare that your unique skills belong to me."
"Ni...Nima...Puchi—"
Mo Luo spat out a mouthful of black blood, fell into Mo Xin's arms, and passed out.
"Brother, what should we do now?" Mo Xin didn't act rashly, but turned to look at Maha, waiting for him to make a decision.
After the initial shock, the corners of Maha's mouth turned upward.
"Interesting, really interesting."
"You, a native ant, really surprised me."
"Being able to defeat the sixteenth-level Moro is nothing, but it is indeed something to be able to imitate the Kongming Fist."
Luo Yu hooked his fingers.
"What unique skill do you have, why not try it."
Maha shook his head.
"Now you are not worthy of letting this Tianjun take action, and you don't need to be complacent."
"If my guess is correct, it should be the descendants of the Ninth Patriarch who taught you these things. I remember that the descendants of the Ninth Patriarch brought some cheats of the ancestral realm with them when they left Netherworld."
"Um?"
Luo Yu was speechless. He had never seen the God King of Destruction use any cheats.
In fact, his God of Creation awakened the ability to copy very early, but there is nothing in Douluo Continent worthy of his copying and learning, and it is not as easy to use as his own.
Is it possible to copy Tang San's hidden weapon technique?
Come on.
Hidden weapon, Xiao Daoer.
He prefers the open and close fighting style, and disdains these small tricks.
Those who use hidden weapons, play routines, and play tactics are more or less a bit of Mai Tai.
The heart is "dirty".
If you can be the boss, who the **** should be the sixth?
Maha looked at Luo Yu with increasingly strange eyes, and became more sure of his guess.
"Mo Ao, go and try him, let me see that this guy has secretly learned the secret of our Netherworld."
A black shadow stepped out from the back of the giant beast in Zhangba, revealing a pale face. There was a **** scar on the face, which ran through the entire cheek and could not heal for a long time.
As if he didn't care about the pain on his face, he said coldly:
"Brother, this guy can learn one hand of Kong Mingquan is already considered amazing, is it possible that he can also master the other unique skills of our Shengtian?"
Maha didn't speak, but just glanced at him lightly.
Mo Ao suddenly trembled.
Staring at Luo Yu.
"Indigenous, when I shot, you were already dead."
"Oh?" Luo Yu raised his eyebrows.
The next second, Luo Yu's throat was pierced with a bloodstain, and golden blood splashed out.
"Brother Yu!"
Douluo and everyone exclaimed.
what happened.
Obviously didn't see Na Moao attack, just stood there, why Luo Yu's throat was slit.
Luo Yu circulated the divine light in the palm of his hand, and wiped it on the damaged neck.
The blood stagnated and splashed immediately, and the wound recovered as before.
"Tsk, the vitality is quite tenacious."
Mo Ao smiled contemptuously, the black nails on his fingertips revealed a cold glow, and they were unexpectedly stained with golden blood at some point.
He sticks out his tongue and licks it, his face revealing the color of intoxication.
"Hiss—"
"tasty."
Gu Yuena looked at this scene in shock.
"This... When did this guy make a move."
Luo Yu said: "Good method."
"Oh?"
Mo Ao said in surprise:
"Interesting, you are the only native who remained calm after I shot."
"But, **** it, still die."
"This time, you will not be so lucky."
"Are you ready, I'm going to make a move."
"Less nonsense..."
Luo Yu frowned, before he finished speaking, his chest suddenly exploded, a **** hole was opened, and he was directly penetrated.
The pupils of Douluo froze, and their hearts seemed to slow down a beat.
In the end what happened.
When did this guy make a move.
Luo Yu's chest pierced back and forth, revealing a hole, and blood kept leaving.
And Moao has already taken out a white handkerchief to wipe the blood, elegant and indifferent...
(end of this chapter)
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