Mo Zhiyu said: "The name of the sword is 'Mo', and I picked it up last night." ”

As soon as his words came out, they caused an uproar, Wumeng raised his eyebrows lightly, his breath did not move, he sneered, and said, "Let's start!" ”

Then Wumeng slowly pulled out the sword, and then at the moment when the sword was completely pulled out, Wumeng's speed suddenly became faster, and the person followed the sword, and the blade was red light, like a meteor. In this instant, there was only a meteor left on the stone platform, dragging a powerful air current, and attacking towards the ink delusion.

Beacon Meteor Sword!

Mo Zhiyu sensed that Wumeng's blow was full of strength, so he felt that Wumeng's sword intent was inevitable, and after waiting for this day, he was waiting for this sword. And he was bound to get it.

"Come with me, little Momo." The corners of Mo Zhiyu's mouth curled slightly, and he waved a straight knife.

Unlike Wumeng's sword, Mo Zhiyu slowly pushed out the knife in his hand, and it seemed that every advance was condensing extremely strong strength. And this seemingly slow knife shot only rushed to the battlefield in a few seconds.

In an instant, the golden light flashed, and the meteor with a strong momentum rushed forward for a moment, and was forcibly stopped by this thin straight-edged long knife. The fiery sparks of gold and fire intertwined against the future twilight of this moment and fell on the rut marks that Mo Zhi Yu braked backwards and was dragged out by the soles of his feet.

Someone in the crowd shouted, "Good! The audience applauded, and this competition between the Lun Spirit Realm was also rare

However, the meteor was still a meteor, and the momentum of the gushing fire was undiminished, and it was faintly about to suppress the golden light. But seeing that Mo Zhiyu moved suddenly, his footsteps were oblique, and the knife was also oblique, and he staggered the force of the meteor's forward rush, and tilted it away, deviating from the original trajectory. The meteor turned sharply away, and seemed to be about to rush out of the stone platform, but it stopped urgently at the critical moment, and the unmasked figure reappeared.

The crowd invariably let out a low "whew~"

This is the first game.

"This mountain chief's newly recruited disciple is very good, and he is on an equal footing with Senior Brother Wumeng." New voices began to be heard.

"Not necessarily," an opposing voice immediately sounded next to him, "Just now, it was clear that Senior Brother Wumeng was superior, and this new junior uncle was just a little clever." The competition can talk about the real tricks, and being smart is not useful every time, look, Senior Brother Wumeng will win! ”

In the midst of the discussion of the crowd, the two on the stage have begun a new competition. The battle between the two just now was just an explosion after the qi machine climbed, but in the realm of Lun Ling, Yuan Li could not be released too much, and the explosion should not be too much, so the control of Yuan Li always relied on himself and martial arts.

In the sound of "clanging", the two of them slashed and slashed, and the yuan force sprayed thin, and with the forward and backward defense of the moves, leaving large and small aperture afterimages, dividing the stone platform into two large camps of gold and fire. It's like a Go battle, but it's just a gold and a red chess piece on this stone platform of more than ten square meters, you fight back and forth, fighting for every inch of land, and don't let go of every gap, and then all the chess pieces converge into two sharp edges.

The battle was so hearty, the fight was so thrilling, and all the elements of a joust should have been poured out.

"This is a 'lost step'? Among the exercises in our Heavenly Sword Mountain, which are known for their speed, they are among the best, second only to the 'Chaotian Silk Movement' modified by Elder Luo. "Naturally, it is a competition, and naturally there are people who talk about it," the lost step is only based on three steps, and then supplemented by changes, and the requirements for comprehension are very high! ”

"This new little uncle doesn't know where the pace is, it looks very primitive and rough, that is, stepping on the space changes. Compared with the lost step, it is still a little less agile. But it's not bad to be able to support it for so long in this situation. ”

"In the end, this little uncle still relies on opportunities, unlike Senior Brother Wumeng, who is a steady and steady Lun Spirit Realm, and he still owes some heat in grasping Yuan Li."

"Hey! You see that Uncle Luo's face is worried, it seems that she is not optimistic about this little uncle. I don't know if she bets, hehe~"

"Oops! Wrong bet! I don't know who screamed, and the situation on the stone platform also changed.

The two apertures that were still in the process of rushing back and forth suddenly dispersed, and the tightly entangled golden red light band was torn apart in an instant, but it was Mo Zhiyu who fell outward, and he was about to fall out of the stone platform.

According to the rules of this competition, the same door will compete, and the point will be reached, and whoever lands first will lose. And Mo Zhiyu is floating in the air at the moment, without the slightest room for borrowing, he is bound to lose!

However, at this time, Mo Zhiyu, who was the key person, suddenly glanced to the side, and immediately locked on the fat man in the crowd, and the fat man also gestured at him tacitly.

One to eight, it's good, you can close the net.

Just as Mo Zhiyu was about to fall out of the stone platform, the ink knife in Mo Zhiyu's hand fell sharply downward, firmly piercing the edge of the stone platform, and he held the handle of the knife, and with the power of this pull, he returned to the stone platform again, and then bent his knees forward and waved the flat knife.

Jinguang Dasheng! This time, the light was stronger, stronger and more fierce than the previous one, and Wumeng on the other side had already lost most of his fighting strength because he thought he was sure of victory, so it was just a knife, just this knife, which made him helpless, and he had no power to resist, and was slashed out by the golden light of this knife.

"In the end, it is a flower in a greenhouse, and I have never seen real life and death." Mo Zhiyu sneered in his heart, he has been acting for so long, just waiting for this opportunity to turn around, hit with one blow, doomed to the end, and not let the odds change again. So he's also betting, betting on this lack of real emergency ability, and he won the bet.

"Don't rejoice too soon." The remnant soul in his mind suddenly poured cold water on him.

Since this remnant soul said so, Mo Zhiyu must not be able to relax his vigilance, so his eyes lit up with golden light, and through the layers of halos of vitality attack, he saw the Wumeng in the air.

He clearly saw Wumeng's throat choke, and then Wumeng, who had already flown away from the stone platform, stopped in the air. Suddenly, an even more powerful Fire Yuan Force burst out from his body, forming a shadowy red shadow behind him, making his whole person seem to have wings in the setting sun.

Soul of life! It's the soul of the unblind!

Big Day Golden Crow!

And Wumeng in the air also let out a roar like a owl, in this roar, his eyes shone with fire, and the folds at the corners of his eyes drove the skin to layer upon layer, like scales.

Mo Zhizhi was taken aback.

But immediately after this roar, Wumeng swung a sword from the air, a sharp sword. The momentum of this sword came from the sky, like a golden crow raining, the sun was sinking in the west, and a deep ravine was blown on this stone platform, and the broken stones and the fiery sword momentum converged into a tornado that burned everything!