"Bang!"


    Under the gaze of this expectation, in the martial arts competition platform projected by the light curtain, a black and a white figure suddenly retreated in the air and fell on the ground dozens of feet away. The bricks and plates under their feet were shattered by strong force.


    Looking at the young man in white with short black hair opposite, Mo Ming sneered: "it''s a little stronger than I thought. I heard that the dragon family finally has a dragon blood warrior again. It must be you. I advise you not to think about hiding your cards. If there are any means of self harm, you''d better use it now, otherwise there will be no chance at all!"


    Longya said faintly, "I have no intention of hiding my blood power. I just look at my opponent''s ability. Is it necessary for me to show it?"


    Mo Ming''s face sank, his anger loomed in his eyes, and said coldly, "your arrogant tone reminds me of a man. His surname is dragon like you."


    "Who is he? Where have you seen him?" hearing the speech, Longya''s eyes moved and couldn''t help asking two questions one after another.


    Because their dragon family transplanted the blood of the dragon family and inherited the extremely rare reproductive ability of the dragon family, they have been single handed down from generation to generation for hundreds of years. Therefore, when he heard that there was a dragon surname, he was a little curious. He didn''t know which ancestor it was.


    "The dragon of lingxuanwu mansion in East Xuanzhou is extraordinary. I don''t know if he is the wild seed of your dragon family."


    Mo Ming said with a sarcastic smile. When he thought that long Bufan robbed his storage bag when he was chased and killed by thunder wing bats two months ago, his anger erupted again. His eyes looked coldly at the Dragon teeth opposite. It was obvious that he took the same surname as long Bufan as a substitute to vent his anger.


    "Long Bufan? Lingxuanwu mansion in East Xuanzhou?" when long Yaxin was confused, when he heard the word "wild seed" said by Mo Ming behind, his indifferent eyes suddenly became cold and said in a low voice: "please speak with respect!"


    "If you want me to respect you, it depends on whether you have that strength!" Mo Ming sneered. Immediately, a void in the right palm and a long black sword flashed into the heart of his hand, emitting a cold dark energy fluctuation. Obviously, this sword is not special.


    "Buzz --!"


    At this time, Longya also pulled out the long knife tied to his shoulder and back.


    The texture of this Dao is simple and simple. A green dragon is engraved on the blade four feet, which vaguely exudes a violent dragon power.


    This sabre, named Qinglong treasure sabre, is the Heirloom treasure of their long family. Its material is made of keel.


    "Bluff!" Mo Ming snorted coldly. His body suddenly moved. The long sword in his hand surged with a strong black light. He stabbed the dragon''s teeth with a murderous sword.


    "Bang --!"


    At the moment when Mo Ming launched the attack, the momentum of Longya broke out completely!


    On the Biwu platform, the dragon''s teeth in white and the surging breath on them were like an exploding universe. Even those watching the war outside the distant light curtain felt the influence of the momentum of the dragon''s teeth at this moment.


    This feeling is like being pointed at the heart with the tip of a knife, full of oppression!


    This is the blade of dragon teeth! Heavy killing swept the audience.


    "What a terrible blade. At a young age, I can play the blade to this extent!"


    Just when everyone was amazed, the Dragon teeth were cut out with a knife, and there was a faint dragon roaring with the long knife!


    For a moment, a magnificent blade cut out with unparalleled momentum, dividing the whole competition field. The sword Qi just displayed by Mo Ming was directly submerged!


    "Bang!"


    Then, the blade broke Mo Ming''s strength and poured into his body with an unstoppable power.


    Mo Ming suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood. His body flew tens of feet away and hit heavily on the light curtain of the guard array at the edge of Biwu platform. There was a dull sound. After landing, he fainted directly.


    All the people watching the battle looked at the past in unison. They were surprised to see that in front of Mo Ming''s chest, a knife mark with deep bones was cut out, and there was no blood flow.


    Obviously, the outcome of this war is clear.