Chapter 218 The Magical Effect of Mo Qi, Bei Yuan Vs. Mo Yi

"Can you be more serious?"

Zeng Xiangteng was speechless about Mo Lin's careless attitude. He had been like this since he was a child. Zeng Xiangteng thought that after not seeing each other for a few years, Mo Lin would be more mature after becoming Mo Ling, but he didn't expect that he was still like this now.

"I have been very serious, but I still can't beat Brother Beiyuan. This is the difference in strength. There is nothing we can do."

Mo Lin spread his hands, looking very helpless. Then he turned his head and said to the other Mo disciples present: "Brothers, there is only one last move left. Concentrate all our remaining Mo Qi on Mo Yi and let him fight Brother Beiyuan!"

"Ah?"

After hearing what Mo Lin said, Mo Yi was dumbfounded. Shouldn't they pass all their remaining Mo Qi to you, Mo Ling? After all, you are the leader of this team. Shouldn't you, the eldest brother, go up?

Mo Lin smiled slightly, took out all his ink energy, and directly merged it into Mo Yi's body, saying: "Mo Yi, don't worry, I know your strength. If you can't beat Brother Beiyuan, then I will definitely not be able to beat you. You will have to fight Brother Beiyuan in this battle."

Mo Lin's words made Mo Yi stunned for a moment, but he soon guessed Mo Lin's intention. He was just lazy.

"Okay, then I will do it. Everyone, please lend me your strength temporarily." Mo Yi said to other Mo disciples.

The Mo disciples understood and gathered all their ink energy on Mo Yi. Mo Yi instantly felt a great force pouring into his body. This force was so powerful that it almost burst him. He gritted his teeth and persisted, slowly digesting this force until it merged with his own strength.

"Brother Ci Song, how did the Mohist disciples manage to combine the different talents of more than a dozen people into one person?"

Mo Yao, who was watching the battle, showed a puzzled expression on her face. In her cognition, everyone's talent was unique. Even if they were close relatives, it was difficult for their talents to be so harmoniously integrated, which made her very curious.

"This is the difference between the direct descendants of the Mohist family and others. The direct descendants of the Mohist family do not cultivate talent, but Mo Qi. Grandpa Cuo said that Mo Qi is essentially no different from talent. There is not much difference between Mo Qi and talent in essence. It's just that Mohist disciples transform their talents into Mo Qi during the process of cultivation. Mo Qi is purer, more refined, and more in line with the cultivation system of the direct descendants of the Mohist family."

"The difference between Mo Qi and talent is that it can be freely controlled by Mohist disciples, and can even be integrated together to form a more powerful force. This is why Mohist disciples can integrate the different Mo Qi of more than a dozen people into one person."

Ci Song told Mo Yao everything he knew about Mo Qi.

"So that's how it is."

Mo Yao nodded thoughtfully. Although she also knew some things about Fenglinzhou and the battle between heaven and man, she didn't know about the students of other schools, because several uncles in the general's mansion usually taught Ci Song some knowledge of various schools when Ci Song was taking a medicinal bath. Mo Yao naturally didn't know these.

Mo Yi looked up at Bei Yuan. At this moment, he no longer had any fear. He took a deep breath, mobilized all the strength of his body, and rushed towards Bei Yuan.

Bei Yuan looked at Mo Yi who was rushing over, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. He didn't expect that after being consumed by Mo Lin and others, Mo Yi could still burst out such a powerful force.

Mo Yi raised his hand, and a black gold spear appeared in his hand. The spear body was flowing with black luster, as if it was a beast eye that swallowed all the light. His spear skills were sharp, and every movement was full of power and beauty, as if he was performing a dance of life and death.

The longbow in Bei Yuan's hand was fully drawn again, and the arrow was condensed. The green talent jumped on the bowstring, flashing a sharp light. He aimed at Mo Yi and released the bowstring in his hand.

The arrow shot out with a fierce momentum, aiming directly at Mo Yi's heart. However, facing this fatal blow, Mo Yi showed no fear. The spear in his hand trembled suddenly, and a powerful force burst out instantly.

The force was like a violent storm, hitting Bei Yuan's arrow fiercely. The explosion was deafening, and the powerful air wave instantly swept up the surrounding dust.

The battle between Mo Yi and Bei Yuan entered a white-hot stage. Every collision aroused waves of air, as if the air was trembling. Mo Yi became more and more courageous, and the spear danced quickly in his hand. The black ink gas attached to the spear body like dragon scales, emitting a cold light.

Bei Yuan was not to be outdone, and shot arrows one after another, each with a sharp green talent, as if to pierce Mo Yi.

"Fulong Spear."

Mo Yi shouted, and the spear in his hand trembled suddenly. A powerful force gushed out from the tip of the spear, like a black dragon, roaring towards Beiyuan.

Beiyuan's eyes were stern, and he felt the terrifying power contained in that force. He did not dare to neglect it, and quickly pulled the longbow in his hand to the full. Seven green arrows flew out and turned into a green dragon, colliding with the black dragon.

The collision of the two forces caused a shocking explosion, with air waves rolling and smoke and dust rising. When the dust settled, everyone looked closely and found that Mo Yi and Beiyuan had already fought together, with the spear and the longbow complementing each other, and the ink spirit and talent intertwined into one.

Mo Yi became more and more courageous as the battle went on. The spear in his hand seemed to be alive, agile and cunning, sometimes stabbing, sometimes sweeping, forcing Bei Yuan to retreat step by step. Bei Yuan also showed amazing strength. The longbow in his hand seemed to have endless arrows. One after another, green arrows were constantly shot out, impenetrable and hard to defend.

The two figures moved quickly on the battlefield, sometimes rolling, sometimes jumping up, and every time they landed, the ground trembled. Their battle has gone beyond simple moves and skills, and is more of a contest of strength and will.

The battle between Mo Yi and Bei Yuan reached its climax. The figures of the two quickly intertwined, and the ink energy and talent continued to collide, making bursts of roaring sounds.

Bei Yuan was already responding with all his strength at this moment. He did not expect that Mo Yi, who had integrated the ink climate of thirteen Mo family disciples, would be so powerful. The figures of the two intertwined again, and the collision of the spear and the longbow made a harsh metallic sound.

Mo Yi suddenly trembled, and a powerful force passed through the spear to his body. He was startled, knowing that he was already at a disadvantage. At this time, he had to do everything he could to turn the tide. Mo Yi suddenly gathered all his ink energy on the tip of his gun, and the black ink energy instantly became thicker, emitting a powerful aura.

He thrust out with a fierce gun, and the power burst out instantly, like a black lightning, going straight to Bei Yuan's neck.

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