Legend of Yan Wu

Han Mo looked at Ling Ze, who was shooting angrily, and suddenly turned pale with shock. He hurriedly put his hands in front of him and concentrated his fighting spirit on both hands, and forcibly received Ling Ze's flying kick.

"boom!"

With a muffled sound, Han Mo stepped back quickly and messily. After retreating dozens of steps in succession, he twisted his waist, let go of the strength on his body, hung his hands trembling slightly, and looked at Ling Ze with a gloomy expression. .

"Hehe, what's the matter, isn't my full strength not bad?" Ling Ze looked at Han Mo with a wicked smile, and said with some trepidation.

Han Mo shook his hand in pain. Ling Ze's strength was somewhat beyond Han Mo's expectations. Judging from the blow just now, his strength has almost reached the strength of a Wuyuan martial artist, or even higher. Han Mo thought With my heart slowly dignified.

"Han Mo, it's okay for you to admit defeat now. I don't think you are so unpleasant, and I don't want to beat you up." Ling Ze hesitated and said, Dong Fangxiang asked Ling Ze to teach Han Mo a good lesson, but Ling Ze looked at Han Mo. Mo didn't want to fight, maybe it was Han Mo's talent that made him a little interested, even the three-yuan martial artist couldn't help him, which is not something ordinary people can do.

Han Mo moved a little bit, twisted his neck and said: "Sure enough, the strength is not comparable to that of a Sanyuan martial artist, but I don't quite agree with your words. Whoever said that speed is useless, I will let you see what the speed is right now." What can you do?" Han Mo said, his legs slightly bent, then straightened suddenly, his body jumped into the air, and shot at Ling Ze like an arrow.

"You dare to attack head-on, what should I say about you?" Ling Ze looked at Han Mo who was rushing upright, and shook his head helplessly. When Han Mo reached his attack range, he kicked his right foot violently. go out.

Han Mo has been paying attention to Ling Ze's movements. The moment Ling Ze raised his right foot, Han Mo Xuankong's body suddenly turned, and an exaggerated 360-degree high-speed rotation occurred in the air, cleverly dodging Ling Ze foot.

Ling Ze originally thought that this kick would definitely hit Han Mo, but who knew that the kick missed, his body lost its center of gravity, and he staggered forward in embarrassment.

When Han Mo flew sideways and was about to fall to the ground, he clapped his hands on the ground heavily, and his body flipped back to the ground gracefully.

As soon as his front feet hit the ground, Han Mo turned around and rushed towards Ling Ze, whose back was facing him.

Ling Ze frowned slightly, and naturally noticed that Han Mo was rushing again, and the corners of his mouth raised a slight arc. He really miscalculated just now. He didn't expect Han Mo to be so agile, but this also aroused Ling Ze's interest.

"Drink." Ling Ze turned around and kicked, and the trouser legs made a "whoosh" sound in the friction of the air. Han Mo seemed to have known that Ling Ze would make such a move. He lowered his body and dodged it in a seemingly dangerous manner. , Han Mo didn't care about the bent body, and swung his right leg towards Ling Ze's head from bottom to top.

Ling Ze frowned when he saw this, and without much time to think, he put his arms across his face.

The power contained in Han Mo's kick was not very heavy, so Ling Ze blocked it lightly, but to Ling Ze's surprise, Han Mo supported the ground with both hands, and the other foot fell heavily on his back , With a muffled snort, his body staggered out.

Han Mo turned over and stood up, looked at Ling Ze with a wicked smile, and said, "Maybe you can't do it, but I did it, this is my speed."

"Han Mo, good job." Standing under the ring, Han Ji shouted loudly, his face full of excitement.

Seeing that Han Ji was shouting so vigorously, everyone shouted at the top of their voices. Someone took the lead, and immediately there was a crowd of people below, and each other rose and fell.

Ling Ze frowned, and his complexion became ugly. He snorted coldly and said, "Fantasy punches and embroidered legs are just fancy but useless. Do you want to defeat me with such moves?"

"I dare not say whether I will be defeated or not. At least I will not let you defeat me." Han Mo also said proudly. This Ling Ze looks very upright, but in fact he is extremely sinister. Han Mo will not give him any face.

Ling Ze burst out laughing when he heard the words, looked at Han Mo with disdain and said, "A one-yuan martial artist dares to say such a thing, it makes me laugh so hard, if I don't have some real skills, you really think you are the best among the martial artists " After Ling Ze finished speaking, he stepped out quickly, leaned closer, and slammed his knee towards Han Mo violently.

Seeing this, Han Mo hurriedly dodged. If he was hit by Ling Ze, he would break his bones even if he didn't die. He only dodged with one move, and Ling Ze's next move followed closely. Han Mo didn't have the slightest chance to breathe, so he hurriedly dodged .

Looking at Han Mo who was suddenly being chased and beaten in the arena, Han Ji was sweating in his heart. Every time he made a move, it was extremely dangerous. Han Mo almost avoided it with the slightest distance, which made people think that Han Mo Mo was just lucky.

"You are fast, but your strength is too weak." Ling Ze said while waving his fierce fists, and the trepidation in his tone was obvious.

Han Mo ignored Ling Ze, and attacked from time to time, but he had to dodge to avoid Ling Ze's fist before his attack arrived. Ling Ze's moves were one set after another.

Gradually, Han Mo was overwhelmed by Ling Ze's pressure, and was almost hit several times. If he was severely injured by Ling Ze at this time, then Ling Ze's attack would be continuous, and Han Mo would be completely defeated.

"Flying eaves and stepping on cranes, Sanqing floating shadows, Jiumei Tiangong..." Ling Ze suddenly murmured, and as Ling Ze muttered, the offensive in his hand suddenly became fierce, and Han Mo resisted the punch with all his strength Being shaken away by Ling Ze's inner strength, Han Mo's footsteps also retreated one after another.

Before Han Mo could react, Ling Ze punched Han Mo hard, hitting Han Mo's chest hard. Han Mo was thrown flying, and slid far away by rubbing the ground.

Before Han Mo knew what was going on, he was already lying on the ground, turned over and jumped up without thinking too much, just stood up, and before he even had time to rub his chest twice, Ling Ze threw his foot over again.

Seeing the rapidly enlarged kick in his pupils, Han Mo dodged again, but Han Mo didn't respond yet, Han Mo only felt a breeze blowing from his side, and then Han Mo ran away. He went out and threw himself heavily on the ring.

Seeing the situation, the audience was silent, and obviously they didn't see what was going on, because all this was not only smooth and smooth, but also speed.

Han Ji also frowned and looked at Han Mo who was facing the arena with his back to the sky, hesitated for a moment and shouted: "Han Mo, how are you?"

Ling Ze didn't catch up this time, but just looked at Han Mo with a flat gaze, and said with a light smile: "Your big talk, let's listen to it again."

Han Mo lay on the ground and didn't get up immediately, his fists were clenched and rattled. The change just now was so sudden that Han Mo didn't have time to take a closer look. All he knew was that Ling Ze suddenly used an inner force to shake off his fighting spirit. The attack followed closely.

"Are you planning to admit defeat? Genius boy, hehe, I thought you were pretty good, but you are so proud. This is Asura Academy, not your home." Ling Ze said proudly, as if he was so amazing.

Han Mo snorted softly when he heard the words, and slowly got up, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and a footprint on his right cheek looked extremely dazzling.

"Hehe, alas, I almost disfigured you, and you really are, why don't you dodge such an attack?" Ling Ze looked at Han Mo and shook his head.

Hearing the sneering words, Han Mo didn't get angry. He had endured the humiliation for many years, so he could completely ignore it. If being angry still affects his performance, he would be the one who was unlucky.

After calming down for a while, Ling Ze's actions before appeared strangely in his mind, every action, every detail, was undoubtedly revealed.

"What? You won't be fooled by my kick, right?" Ling Ze looked at Han Mo whose eyes became out of focus, and said doubtfully.

Han Mo still didn't speak, and wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, but his face was slightly swollen, and some marks were still left on it.

"Come again!" Han Mo stared blankly, and suddenly shouted.