Mo Jueyuan understands that Zhu likes to fight from boxing to flesh, which is the most primitive and violent way of fighting. Zhu feels that Mo Jueyuan''s physical strength is not lower than himself. Therefore, Zhu, who has an unusual preference for Kung Fu, naturally wants to find an opportunity to compete with Mo Jueyuan again, not to win or lose, but to fight happily.


    Mo Jueyuan agreed, and he also has a good feeling for Zhu. After all, once a simple and honest person like this becomes a friend, he is basically a friend for his whole life. This kind of person is a little silly, but he has a sense of death, is absolutely preaching, and inserts a knife for his brother. When he is with such a person, he doesn''t need to play tricks, Mo Jueyuan likes to deal with such people, and Zhu''s real fighting power is as good as his own. Mo is also addicted to fighting. Fighting is the fastest way to improve his accomplishments and strength.


    With the arrival of each contestant, Pang Fei didn''t talk nonsense. He directly asked everyone to draw lots in the same way as before. Soon, after the draw, everyone would take their place and arrive at the competition arena they drew out, waiting for their opponents to come and get ready to start.


    Mo Jue yuan drew the same number as the last time, the same number as No. 11, but this time it was red No. 11. As for long ruotong, he drew the blue No. 12, and almost became an opponent with Mo Jue yuan. In the end, they took the number and wiped the cold sweat on their forehead together. What''s more, they tacit understanding said:


    "That''s close."


    Mo Jueyuan looks at long ruotong''s opponent and immediately discovers that he is just a teenager in the later stage of xiangkong. His strength is worse than that of long ruotong. Mo Jueyuan immediately feels relieved and looks at his opponent with a smile.


    Just at a glance, Mo Jue yuan was stunned. His small face with a smile turned into a bitter gourd with a bitter smile.


    "It turned out to be the late stage of transformation."


    After suffering, Mo Jueyuan looked at the man carefully.


    His face was cold and stern. There was no expression on his resolute face. There was a subtle twinkle in his eyes. Mo Jueyuan was very alert.


    "He''s a master."


    However, he is five feet tall and small. His bare skin is bronze. On his thin arm, there is a layer of muscle. It is obvious that he is not as thin as he looks. In Mo Jueyuan''s eyes, he is more afraid. It is obvious that he is more afraid of this small and thin opponent.


    At this moment, the young man is constantly dancing a green short blade in his hand. His right hand vibrates slightly, and the green short blade is like a wheel, spinning around the young man''s right hand rapidly, bringing up a series of illusions. He can hardly see the shape of the short blade.


    "It''s very fast. It seems that this man is also good at speed. I need to be careful. Fortunately, I changed the shape of the blood refining Qiankun staff last night. Hehe."


    Mo Chueh yuan, with a smile, secretly wondered whether he needed to use the blood refining staff.


    Click, click


    Step by step, Mo Jueyuan steps onto the challenge arena and gives the numbers to the referee. After the referee confirms, Mo turns his eyes to his opponent and smiles at the opposite teenager, but he doesn''t speak.


    The young man on the opposite side, I don''t know whether he disdains to pay attention to Mo Jueyuan or is unwilling to be distracted because of the upcoming war. In a word, the young man is still motionless, with no expression on his face. He doesn''t even lift his eyelids. It''s like a sculpture. If it''s not for the short blue blade in his hand that is still spinning, Mo Jueyuan even doubts whether he is a fake.


    The referee looked at them and asked:


    "Are you ready?"


    Mo Chueh yuan nodded slightly, but the young man suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashed, and his mouth lit up a sarcastic smile.


    Looking at them like this, the referee''s face also flashed a smile, and his mouth cheered coldly:


    "Here we go."


    With the referee''s order, the little boy on the opposite side suddenly moved. A strong wind came. Mo Jueyuan''s face suddenly changed. His body subconsciously flashed to the left side. At the same time, his feet moved and he retreated to the rear.


    Hissing~~~


    A sharp blade wind appeared in the position before Mo Jueyuan, but the figure of the thin boy also appeared slowly after the blade wind, with a look of surprise on his face and a slightly hoarse voice


    "I didn''t expect your speed to be good. That''s good. In that case, let''s have a competition to see who is faster."


    With that, there was a light bang. The thin boy suddenly stepped on the ground, and a footprints as deep as a finger appeared on the ground. At the same time, the figure of the thin boy was a long series of virtual shadows, shooting at Mo Jueyuan like lightning at a speed invisible to the naked eye.


    Mo Jueyuan just stood still. Suddenly, a sense of danger appeared from the bottom of his heart again. On the left side of his body, sweat suddenly exploded.


    "On the left."


    Mo Chueh yuan''s heart sank, and his subconscious right hand waved to his left.


    Ding Ding Dang~~~


    With Mo Jueyuan''s right hand wriggling, in a flash, the left side of Mo Jueyuan''s right hand was suddenly hit by the sound of gold and iron. The figure of a thin boy appeared on Mo Jueyuan''s left side in a trance. A blue short blade was cutting like a strong wind. However, Mo Jueyuan''s right hand was a black awn that flashed dozens of times. If you look carefully, you will find that the light of the light on Mo Jueyuan''s right hand was black, It''s a black short blade with a length of more than one foot. It''s dark all over. There are two strange curved lines in the middle of the sword body. It''s the Yuchang sword that has just been promoted to the spirit level.


    Mo Jueyuan used his sword in his sleeve to block the opponent''s attack. Before Mo Jueyuan fought back, the opponent''s figure suddenly disappeared again, leaving only a sharp whistling sound. Although it was slight, it was clearly introduced into Mo Jueyuan''s ears.


    Mo Jueyuan''s face was gloomy, and his expression was solemn. His soul felt the instant release, and immediately covered the whole venue. However, Mo Jueyuan clearly felt the position of the young man. He immediately gave a cold smile and said in a cold voice:


    "Do you think it''s just your speed? Hum


    Mo Jueyuan snorted coldly, and his heart moved. Suddenly, a strong wind was blowing around his body, whistling all around him, and the wind was whistling, rolling up the dust all over the ground. In this moment, Mo Jueyuan''s figure disappeared in a crackling sound, and the wind of the whole challenge arena was blowing fiercer and faster.


    As soon as Mo Jueyuan''s figure suddenly disappeared, and the thunder in the air, the young man''s sneer suddenly became stiff and turned into a color of horror.


    "Thunder? Is it... Flash of wind and thunder? Bad. "


    At that moment, Mo Jueyuan suddenly appeared beside him from the air. He waved his right hand and held a black short blade in his hand. Mo Jueyuan''s speed also reached the extreme. His right hand suddenly shook and the wind roared. Suddenly, a series of dark shadows came out, The thin and weak youth will be wrapped, and the shadow of the sword will cover the youth in the sky.


    "Not good."


    The figure as like as two peas, the same as the left hand, and the same short green blade. The tinkling sound of the tinkling sound is again heard. The young dance knives are like wind and water is not poured in. The short blades of two feet long, turn the young into a hedgehog, and the long green Dao is shining in the body and dancing rapidly. But he blocked Mo Jueyuan''s black shadow.


    Mo Jueyuan didn''t succeed with one blow, and his expression remained unchanged. While the opponent was tired of resisting the shadow of the black sword dancing before, the fish intestine sword of Mo Jueyuan''s right hand slashed down again. At the moment, Mo Jueyuan''s right hand was full of strong white light, and there was a faint arc flashing, and he slashed hard. In Mo Jueyuan''s eyes, a strange smile flashed.


    This time, Mo Jueyuan didn''t turn the fish intestine sword into a shadow, but the real fish intestine sword itself, slashing away at the thin boy.


    In a flash, the thin boy''s hands were like wheels, and his two swords were like wings. Before he could catch his breath, he saw that the other side was chopping towards him with a black short sword. His strength flashed in his eyes, and he immediately yelled. A pair of green short blades danced together and covered Mo Jueyuan. His hands were also shining, There was a strong fluctuation of vitality. It was obvious that the boy also used the power of vitality double sabres.


    When~~~


    The black fishgut sword suddenly collides with the green short blade, making a dull sound. A strange wave spreads from the joint of the fishgut sword and the green short blade, and the surrounding air suddenly becomes distorted.


    Mo Jueyuan and the thin boy suddenly froze. They held the weapons in their hands and tried to push them to the other side.


    "Boy, you are very good, even with the strength of xiangkongjing, you can compete with me. If you didn''t meet me, you would be one of the winners, but you''d better go down."


    Say thin and weak youth eyes fine awn a flash, will launch an attack again.


    At that moment, Mo Jueyuan''s face gave a strange smile, a touch of electric arc went through the air, followed the fish intestines sword, and hit the thin boy. Suddenly, the thin boy''s face changed dramatically, and his hair suddenly stood up. A sense of numbness passed through his body, and he suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness. The boy was very angry, and barely mobilized his vitality, Subconsciously, he retreated suddenly and angrily


    "Damn it, you dare to play tricks."


    Mo Jueyuan''s figure crackled and immediately followed him. He looked at the boy without expression, and the fish intestine sword in his right hand continued to chop at each other''s chest without hesitation.


    With the current power of the fish gut sword, if the youngster is really stabbed by the fish gut sword, it is estimated that at most two or three breaths, the youngster will be sucked dry. Even if a little skin is scratched, it will be enough to suck away the blood essence of the youngster at that moment.


    Whoa~~


    The air was cut by the fish gut sword. The fish gut sword brought a black phantom, which appeared in the young man''s chest in a flash. The young man''s bulging clothes were still cut a small opening, and they were still growing rapidly. The bronze skin on the chest was clearly visible, and Mo Jueyuan''s fish gut sword was rapidly approaching.