Chapter 173 Mad Dragon

Off the field, all the Mojiao clan watching the battle were dumbfounded.

Chi Lian and Xuan'er looked at the scene of sudden closeness on the field with worry, and silently cheered for Ning Wuxie in their hearts.

Mo Xin on the side has turned slightly pale, with a look of doubt on life.

Demons, even if they stand out from the monster beasts, have intelligence, and can transform, their road to growth is still long.

The power of their innately destined bloodline plays a large factor in their strength. They can only rely on natural growth to gradually reach adulthood and gain powerful strength and exclusive racial powers.

It wasn't until the human race invented the method of cultivation that they could change their fate against the will of heaven with their most fragile body, and completely became the master of the continent. This ended the great demon's rule of the continent based on his bloodline.

Therefore, all the exercises and magical powers that can be learned in the world today are based on the human body as the basic condition. Mo Xin was able to reach the half-step Nascent Soul realm only because of her continuous efforts in human form. The strong body of the Jiao clan may have given her some help, but it was also extremely limited.

She also knew the art of falling flames, but she was far less skilled than the spear, boxing, and various human skills she had practiced. She also spent many years in the Qi Condensation Realm, refining the true essence, and polishing the soul.

But now, I see that Mo Ming is actually in human form, carrying the tyrannical physical power of the Jiao Clan, and can also cast falling flames!

She is somewhat doubtful about life.

Similarly, Lu Qiong next to her had a similar expression. He was dumbfounded and stared at Mo Ming, as if he wanted to carve this image into his mind.

"His Majesty!"

"Get out of the way, Your Majesty is here."

Suddenly there was a shout from behind, and everyone turned around quickly, only to see Mo Xiang sitting on the wooden chariot, still wrapped in thick clothes, being carried over by the guards.

The crowd instantly made way for Mo Xiang to come to the front, and the wooden chariot stopped beside Mo Xin.

"Father, is this the path you have chosen?" Mo Xin raised his head and asked Mo Xiang, who was lying on the chair.

"Are there really no side effects? I think... this is so unnatural!"

Mo Xiang did not reply, but quietly watched the battle on the field.

At such a close distance, Ning Wuxie could no longer release the repulsive power of the stars to repel Luo Yan.

If Mo Ming spits out black flames, the consequences will be disastrous! The knife in his hand kept moving, and he continued to force Mo Ming's hands.

As more and more black smoke came out of Mo Ming's mouth, he finally slowly opened his huge mouth, and Ning Wu once again saw the liquid black flames churning inside. The next moment, the force of the sword he originally swung changed completely. Mo Ming's instinctive block was missed. At the same time, Ning Wuxie's body suddenly lowered.

Another flying sword instantly shot out from his back like lightning, piercing straight into Mo Ming's mouth!

He has been waiting for such an opportunity. This hidden spiritual sword that has never been used is his ultimate move!

The people of Lanyuan didn't know that Ning Wuxie could control two magic weapons at the same time, and they suddenly exclaimed.

The flying sword shot directly into Mo Ming's mouth. No matter how hard the scales on Mo Ming's body were, the mouth was absolutely soft and could not be harder than the sword!

Mo Ming just opened his mouth wide and wanted to spit out the black flames. Unexpectedly, Ning Wuxie hid this hand. He was caught off guard and was stabbed into his mouth by the sword. He subconsciously gritted his teeth and tried to stop the spiritual sword from driving straight in.

There was a tooth-piercing sound of friction between gold and iron. Mo Ming's jaw had no idea how strong it was, and he actually bit the spirit sword to the tip of his teeth!

A bit of blood slipped from his jaw, and his mouth was cut by the blade, but it was better than being impaled through the head.

At the same time, Ning Wuxie suddenly felt a burning pain in his soul, and his control over the spiritual sword was rapidly disappearing.

Mo Ming's mouth was filled with black flames! The spiritual flying sword was actually unable to withstand the scorching heat of the black flames, and it started to melt in just a few seconds!

Mo Ming's eyes showed a smile of success. He was the first to reproduce the powerful body and black flame magical power of the Mo Jiao clan on a human body.

Many of the previous Saint Clan guards were taken away by Mo Xiang for such experiments, but none of them came back.

Finally, Mo Xiang found him, and he was also the first experimental subject with royal bloodline.

Mo Ming was not afraid, but felt that this was a great honor! Those who failed and died can only prove that they are incompetent waste.

I succeeded! It is His Majesty's most successful experiment, the hope of the Black Dragon Clan in the crisis of gradually thinning bloodline, and the founder of a new era for the Lanyuan Dynasty!

At this moment, his fighting spirit was high again, with his back straight and his face facing the sky, as if he wanted the world to witness him. The madness in the blood-red vertical pupils became a little stronger again, and his jaw suddenly exerted force again. He will bite this spiritual sword alive! More blood flowed from the corners of his mouth and sprinkled on his chest, but he seemed not to feel it at all.

But Ning Wuxie didn't give him this chance.

Just when Mo Ming was arrogant and frantic because of his pride, the searing pain Ning Wuxie felt because his soul was implicated in the spiritual sword reached its peak.

Seeing Mo Ming actually looking up at the sky and biting the spirit sword, Ning Wuxie immediately seized the opportunity. He jumped up on the spot, stepped on the Demon Sword Xie Zang and used his strength again, leaping straight over Mo Ming's head.

A black shadow suddenly enveloped Mo Ming's frantic dragon head. He was stunned and found that Ning Wuxie suddenly jumped up.

"Die!" Ning Wuxie descended from the sky, swung his fist down hard, and hit the exposed hilt of the spiritual sword that was bitten by Mo Ming.

He doesn't want this sword anymore!

Zila——

The teeth-grinding sound of metal rubbing against each other suddenly rang out. Even though Mo Ming was biting it tightly, the spirit sword was still hammered deeply by Ning Wuxie!

This was not over yet. Ning Wuxie directly injected a huge amount of true energy into the spirit sword again. The spirit sword was already fragile under the burning of the black flame and Mo Ming's tight bite. It began to tremble and crack instantly, and then exploded in Mo Ming's mouth!

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

Ning Wuxie turned over like a swallow, somersaulted away from Mo Ming, and landed steadily on the ground.

Mo Ming screamed and staggered back, his mouth wide open and dared not close. His claws grabbed his lower jaw, making people worry whether this guy was going to tear his jaw off.

His eyes were even more crazy, and the pride and complacency just now were instantly replaced by overwhelming pain.

"Impossible, I am the most perfect experiment! Your Majesty!!"

He screamed vaguely, his hands frantically grasped, his eyes seemed to be completely covered by blood, and he couldn't see the surrounding situation clearly. After swinging his hands several times, he finally lost his balance and tripped to the ground.

Ning Wuxie retreated and looked at him quietly.

In a life-and-death duel, the victory or defeat is often in a moment. If Mo Ming was sane, he shouldn't have raised his head and tried to bite the spirit sword to pieces, and didn't look at Ning Wuxie at all, exposing a large flaw in front of him.

Ning Wuxie felt that as the time in the dragon form increased, Mo Ming's madness became more and more obvious, until it affected the battle.

But now, it may be because of the explosion of the spirit sword that Mo Ming's brain was hurt again, and he has completely lost his fighting power.

To be honest, when Mo Ming just turned into a dragon form and launched a crazy attack on him, Ning Wuxie was a little stressed.

But he hadn't used his full strength yet, and the magical powers and Xuanhun Jue in Wu Tian Hua Ri Gong hadn't been used yet.

It was Mo Ming himself who was destined to fail, he just carried it through.

The crowd off the field, watching the powerful Mo Ming rolling on the ground, all opened their mouths, speechless with astonishment.

Who could have thought that Mo Ming would be defeated in an instant. His original madness made his offensive extremely fierce and sharp, but this madness continued to grow, causing him to lose the battle directly.

The Saint Clan Royal Guards, who just thought that this was the hope of the Mo Jiao Clan, all had complicated expressions and were speechless.

Mo Xin looked at Mo Xiang, and there was still no expression on his face. He just waved his hand, and the guards carrying the wooden sedan understood and turned to walk into the camp. Never look at Mo Ming again.

Mo Xin knew that the experiment on Mo Ming had failed. No one knew whether Mo Ming could recover in the future. The worst plan was that the Mo Jiao Clan would lose another member of the royal bloodline.

Lu Qiong looked at the field, and for some reason, he actually breathed a sigh of relief quietly.

Ning Wuxie felt that the overall situation was settled and planned to retreat back to the crowd. He didn't intend to kill Mo Ming. After all, this was the territory of the Mo Jiao Clan. Let them deal with it.

But suddenly, a deafening roar came from Mo Ming's mouth, who was lying on the ground.

His hair was disheveled, his eyes were bloodshot, and he pounced on the ground like a vicious tiger. His body twisted unnaturally, and his human body began to change stiffly, and his original dragon body gradually appeared.

Ning Wuxie felt pain just by looking at it.

But Mo Ming seemed to have no feeling. Instead, he jumped up and dragged his deformed and twisted dragon body into the air.

"I am perfect! I am of royal blood! I have the blood of a real dragon! I will not lose!"

"Uh ah ah ah ah!! Ning Wuxie, you die!"

He flew in the air, tumbling like a live fish in a pot, and rolling black flames spewed out of his mouth and scattered everywhere. But soon, this spewing became extremely unsmooth, as if it was stuck, and at the same time, his chest and abdomen began to swell strangely.

"He's crazy! He's lost his temper!"

"He's... going to self-destruct!? Oh my god, who's going to save him!"

The Saint Clan's guards were all stunned for a moment. They all mastered the art of black flames and knew that it was a dangerous and powerful magical power.

Mo Ming actually held back the black flames in his chest. This meant that everything would be destroyed. Once the explosion occurred, the entire camp at the foot of Taohua Mountain would be hard to survive!