Mr. Mo didn't say much, his fists were clenched lightly, the bones of his body gurgled, and his body suddenly swelled up, like a burly little giant.

His clothes were blowing without wind, and a majestic true qi was like a storm crashing on the shore, surging towards Ye Feng.

Ye Feng smiled indifferently and said, "Mr. Mo, I use a sword, you use a fist, didn't I take advantage of you?"

"No matter what weapon you use, I use my fists, and your sword may not be able to take advantage of me. ”

On the day of the beginning of the ancient Kai Dabi, the two had secretly competed, there was no physical contact, Mr. Mo Da attacked Ye Feng with his mental power, but he did not take advantage of it, and even suffered a secret loss.

After getting along for the past few days, Mr. Mo Da felt more and more that Ye Feng was unfathomable, so in today's challenge, he used ninety percent of his strength as soon as he came on the field, and he concentrated on playing his famous stunt, Wind Thunder God Fist.

The strength of the innate pinnacle is indeed incomparable to that of a heaven-level master.

It was also the Wind and Thunder God Fist, the exact same punch move, which was performed by Mr. Mo Da, like a violent storm and stormy waves, which made Ye Feng feel like he was trapped in a tornado, and he almost lost his breath.

The Wind and Thunder Divine Fist that Mo Da used was dozens of times more powerful than Mr. Mo Er's Divine Fist.

Each punch was sandwiched with a faint sound of wind and thunder, containing endless power, and what surprised Ye Feng was that his flying sword, which could cut through the iron and cut iron like mud, could not stab Mr. Mo's fist.

It's not that the stab misses, but Mr. Moda's fist seems to be wrapped in a kind of true qi that is like substance, harder than steel.

The tip of the flying sword was half an inch away from Mr. Mo Da's fist, and it couldn't be pierced, and when Ye Feng wanted to strengthen it, Mr. Mo Da's fist came to his side.

It was a defensive enchantment formed by the release of internal force, just like a layer of true qi shield wrapped around the whole body, no wonder the flying sword couldn't pierce it.

Mr. Mo Da was calm and calm, and the internal force of his whole body was like a mighty river, endless, condensing into an invisible air shield outside his body to defend against Ye Feng's flying sword.

The fists struck out quickly, as fast as a phantom, and it was not clear at all.

If he just looked at it with his eyes, I am afraid that Ye Feng would have been disabled a long time ago, he relied on his sensitive telekinesis, once the frenzied pressure was overwhelmed, he slid away like a loach, only the cloak on his body was lifted by the frenzied fist wind, and the pair of fists like iron hammers could not hit him at all.

Ye Feng shuttled through the shadows of the fist in the sky, stepping on Luo Yanbu under his feet, his body was like a ghost, and the flying sword was like a meteor, impacting Mr. Moda's defensive true qi.

When the two fought fiercely, the energy released by each other was like a raging wave, surging in all directions.

The anti-collision foam set up around the arena flew into the air one by one, exploded strangely in mid-air, became torn apart, broken, and fell down in a flutter.

Without the protection of the anti-collision foam, the disciples watching outside the arena would feel a scorching air current, and they couldn't stand on their feet and retreated one after another.

Ye Feng couldn't help but be amazed, Mr. Mo Da was worthy of being the Guwu Supreme of the previous session, with a raging internal force all over his body, endless, and he seemed to be in the middle of it.

Mr. Mo Da's internal force shield makes his flying sword hero useless.

In fact, if you use the trick of the Yanyu Sword Technique, use the Qi Imperial Sword to condense all the mana on the flying sword, you will definitely be able to tear through Mr. Mo's true qi defense.

But now is not the time to use the Qi Imperial Sword, Ye Feng wants to have reservations, and it is a bit of a victory in that way, so he stuffed the flying sword into his arms again.

"Since Mr. Mo Da only uses fists, I don't use swords anymore, so I also change to fists. It's fairer that way. ”

Seeing that Ye Feng stuffed the sword into his arms and abandoned the sword with his fist, Mr. Mo Da was a little puzzled, what did this kid want to do? Although he didn't understand Ye Feng's true intentions, Mr. Mo Da felt a lot less pressure.

Ye Feng's flying sword, although it did not tear through Mr. Mo's internal force defense, it caused a strong pressure on Mr. Mo Da, which greatly consumed his internal strength.

Mo Da was very surprised, the Wind Thunder God Fist, which he relied on to become famous, had used most of it, but he hadn't even touched Ye Feng's edge, he felt that if Ye Feng stabbed a few more swords, he was afraid that his internal defense would collapse.

Although Mr. Mo Da is already at the peak of the innate realm, the internal force in the dantian is like a frenzy of the angry sea, endless, and the internal force is released for a long time, forming a defense, which will consume a lot of internal force.

Fortunately, Ye Feng took back the flying sword that was flying with flying lights, Mr. Mo Da felt a little lucky, the opportunity to defeat Ye Feng had come?

The difference between Mr. Mo Da and Yue Zhuoqun is that he doesn't dare to have any reservations, no matter what kind of masters he will face in the future, he doesn't think too much, and he does his best to deal with Ye Feng alone.

A resolute look flashed in his eyes, his whole body robe was blowing without wind, and the true qi momentum released was twice as strong as just now, and his fists swung in mid-air, hitting Ye Feng.

Ye Feng felt that he was caught in the boundless tornado storm, and the heavens and the earth were full of thunderbolts and thunder, howling winds, and he was out of breath.

A wisp of divine power rose from the godhead, and it ran rapidly, and a frenzied battle intent rose from his chest.

The Emperor of Thailand struck four blows, the first type, the surge.

Boom, Ye Feng didn't dodge this time, but faced Mr. Mo's hammer-like fist and punched hard, looking like he was forced to be in a hurry, and punched indiscriminately.

The Thai Emperor struck four blows, but the powerful martial arts of the ancient gods exerted a power that was not comparable to ordinary ancient warriors.

Seeing Ye Feng fighting with himself with his fists, Mr. Mo's eyes flashed with imperceptible joy.

What he is best at is the Wind Thunder God Fist, Ye Feng should be used to using a sword, and after half of the fight, it is not wise to give up using a sword and use a fist to fight instead.

If it wasn't for the competition, Mr. Mo really wanted to remind Ye Feng and let him insist on using the sword.

But this is in the ancient martial arts competition, and he wants to challenge Ye Feng's status as the champion, how can he remind him.

His fist and Ye Feng's fist slammed into each other fiercely, like two meteors falling at high speed, meeting in the universe, the two sides were evenly matched, and a shockwave like a storm spread out to the surroundings.

However, between the exhalation and the breath, Mr. Mo's face changed suddenly, and he didn't expect that Ye Feng seemed to throw a punch indiscriminately, and the power in it was like an endless tide, surging over wave after wave.

In the first wave, the fist strength was not strong, and it did not pose a threat to Mr. Mo's internal defense.

But Mr. Mo Da found that between one breath and one breath, the surge did not occur more than once, at least several waves.

Wave after wave of potential, silently, getting stronger and stronger, when the wave surged to the fifth wave, the sixth wave, the punch was like a mountain of sea, almost shattering his internal force defense.

(End of chapter)