Killing the King and Shafeng: Miss Seven

The two men went directly downstairs, instead of going to the opposite lake arena, but in the open space in front of the Misty Rain Tower. There were some tourists around, who were chased away by the guards, but there were still some curious people peeping from a distance.

One of the two men is wearing a light golden five-dragon robe, majestic and majestic, heroic, exuding a noble aura.

The other is a black python robe with gold thread, resolute and handsome, with a ruthless aura, a pair of seemingly calm eyes hide a sharp eagle-like gaze, just like a leopard pounced on its prey, full of danger, but damn evil Intimidating, people can't help but surrender.

At this moment, the two men stretched out their hands together and rolled up the sleeves on both sides. The hem of the robe was pulled up, and it was inserted at the side of the belt.

"Come on, brother! Down with this arrogant guy!" The Ninth Prince seemed to be the most excited, and he waved his hands on the second floor to cheer.

The others were all lying on the railing and looking at the two below, their eyes were shining and their faces were full of excitement. Maybe they had never seen this kind of real hand-to-hand combat, and such a handsome man.

In fact, Huang Yurui and Mo Xingchen both have a feeling of heroes meeting and sympathy for each other, but because of Fan Tianluo, they have become different, and they hope that they can beat each other down in front of the woman they care about.

"Stinky boy, be careful!" Huang Yurui felt like a little hooligan on the street at the moment, but he was inexplicably excited as he had never thought of this before.

"Hmph! Don't cry later!" Mo Xingchen taunted even more arrogantly.

"You! Looking for a beating!" Huang Yurui deeply felt that Mo Xingchen and Fan Tianluo belonged to the same type of people, both of whom were quite arrogant and poisonous, so as to avoid being pissed to death, it was better to fight directly.

With a loud roar, he struck out with both fists and smashed hard at Mo Xingchen's face.

Mo Xingchen ducked his head, blocked it with his hands, and swept vigorously with his feet, his movements were very clever.

After all, both of them are cultivators, even if they don't use a little energy, their moves and flexibility are still there. Huang Yurui twisted his waist and stepped sideways, dodged his foot, turned his arms into elbows, and turned his whole body sideways towards Mo Xingchen's arms. Squeezing in, his elbow hit the opponent's chest hard.

Mo Xingchen snorted coldly, and punched the prince's waist with his fist. This was the first real contact between the two.

The complexions of the two changed at the same time, and they jumped away, both seeing the pain on the other's face, it was obvious that the force of the blow was still great.

"Brother Xingchen, come on!" Kong Xiaoqian shouted.

"Brother Prince, come on!" Ninth Princess did not lag behind.

The two men looked up at Fan Tianluo at the same time, and Fan Tianluo grinned fiercely and said, "Fight, fight hard! Whoever wins, I will kiss the girl!"

"Xiao Luo!" Kong Xiaoqian really convinced her, saying that she doesn't understand the relationship between men and women, what is this for?Are you afraid that the world will not be chaotic?Say she understands, but she doesn't seem to understand at all, just like a child playing at home.

Both Mo Xingchen and Huang Yurui's eyes lit up immediately, but when they saw the fire in each other's eyes, they became annoyed again, roared at the same time, and slammed into each other fiercely.

You punched, I kicked, and the fight was exhilarating. The two people who were about the same size quickly rolled to the ground and continued to beat each other.

"Ah! Bastard!" Mo Xingchen punched Huang Yurui's face, and it immediately became red and swollen.

"Huh! You're looking for death!" Mo Xingchen's ear was swept by his fist, and if he didn't avoid it quickly, he would probably bleed.