Legend of Yan Wu

"It seems that kicking is really stupid. Are you addicted to being kicked?" Ling Ze smiled disdainfully, and did not save Han Mo any face.

Han Mo ignored Ling Ze's words, his eyes gradually became calm, and then his body suddenly moved, and he shot out like a ghost.

Seeing this, Ling Ze couldn't help frowning. He felt that Han Mo seemed to be a little different just now, and he didn't know what was different.

"Do you still dare to face it head-on?" Ling Ze said impatiently, and then threw his foot sideways again, but this time Ling Ze was careful, he suffered a loss last time, and naturally he would not be fooled a second time .

Sure enough, Han Mo cleverly dodged again. Ling Ze had expected that Han Mo would suddenly turn his body, and the kick he threw went down suddenly, and then hit the ground heavily. With the strength of the rebound, he turned back the same way .

Han Mo shouted the swift kick, his eyes gradually became calm, at the next moment when Han Mo's eyes were calm, the originally fast kick turned into slow motion in Han Mo's eyes, which was very strange.

"Whoosh~"

Ling Ze's seemingly quick and sudden kick was easily dodged by Han Mo. Not only Ling Ze, but also everyone under the ring were surprised, and they didn't see clearly how Han Mo avoided it.

"Damn, Han Mo is so lucky, he can dodge such an attack."

"What do you know, didn't you see that Han Mo didn't even shake his face? He was sure of it. You really thought it was luck all along."

A discerning eye can naturally see that the many times of dodging that seem to be coincidences are really too coincidental, so coincidental that they can no longer be hooked on coincidences.

Han Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, and he punched Ling Ze's right shoulder.

Ling Ze couldn't stabilize his body for a while because of a kick thrown in the air. Seeing Han Mo's punch, he couldn't help frowning. If it was such a good opportunity, if it was him, he would definitely choose to attack the vital point, and Han Mo Mo actually slammed towards his right shoulder, which caused Ling Ze to be puzzled for a while.

Of course, Ling Ze didn't have much room to think about it at all, he used all his strength, and his fighting spirit gathered to his shoulders, even though his right shoulder was thrown forward heavily.

"Ah?" Ling Ze was shocked suddenly, because Han Mo suddenly changed his attack trajectory, and threw his fist directly on Ling Ze's face, blasting Ling Ze out.

"Wow~" There was an uproar in the audience, and some masters were even more surprised, because they could see clearly.

At the moment when Han Mo's fist blasted out, everyone thought that Ling Ze's right shoulder was the attack point of Han Mo's attack, but who knew that there was an exaggerated reversal halfway through, and he punched Ling Ze's head.

Ling Ze threw himself out staggeringly, rolled around on the ground and then jumped up. At this time, there was also a bright red fist mark on his right cheek, and a trace of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

"How is it possible? How did this kid do it?" Ling Ze was puzzled in his heart. He really couldn't figure out how Han Mo did it. Such a powerful attack can change the track halfway, which is really against common sense .

Han Mo glanced at Ling Ze flatly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his footsteps stomped on the ground again, approaching Ling Ze.

The corner of Ling Ze's mouth twitched, the pain told him not to be careless, he hesitated for a moment, the strength of the Wuyuan Intermediate Martial Artist burst out, a breeze swept around with Ling Ze as the center point, and immediately the clothes fluttered chicly, Looks extremely handsome.

Han Mo frowned, but his forward speed still didn't slow down. His pair of deep eyes stared at Ling Ze closely, taking a panoramic view of Ling Ze's every move.

"drink!"

Ling Ze yelled, punched Han Mo who was rushing towards him, and then followed closely with his right knee, completely sealing off the area where Han Mo could dodge.

The corner of Han Mo's mouth couldn't help but smile, his body twisted nimbly, dodging away like a water snake, and quickly struck out with both fists, saying that Ling Ze was in a hurry.

"Go to hell." Ling Ze seemed to be angered by Han Mo's blow. He ignored Han Mo's fist and punched Han Mo's chest. At the same time, his own chest was also hit hard by Han Mo.

Both of them couldn't help but spat out a mouthful of blood, they flew upside down, slid a few meters across the ground, and then stopped.

Han Mo wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and there was a burning pain in his chest. Fortunately, he had blood to protect him, otherwise this punch would definitely hurt his muscles and bones.

Ling Ze rubbed his chest in pain, a smug flash of pride flashed across his face, it was obvious that Han Mo was going to hurt more than himself, and in the comparison of strength, one yuan and five yuan were not so easy to make up for.

"Han Mo, come here, let me see how you fight." Ling Ze said and ran out, strangling Han Mo again.

Han Mo has always been restrained. Even if he can rely on his speed to maneuver around, it is not a long-term solution. He cannot prove that he can confront Ling Ze at all, otherwise he will be the only one who suffers.

Ling Ze always couldn't beat Han Mo, so he chose to fight against Han Mo. Regardless of Han Mo's attack, he bit the bullet and fought against Han Mo. Although Han Mo didn't want to, there was nothing he could do about being suppressed by this style of play. , had no choice but to minimize the damage, and confronted Ling Ze again and again.

"These two are fighting too hard, isn't it just five hundred gold coins, as for?"

"I think the two of them are getting angry, and neither of them can lose face."

Everyone in the audience started to reason in astonishment, but they all watched it vigorously. This kind of battle is only enjoyable to watch.

"puff!"

"puff!"

Two blood spurts sounded at the same time, and the two retreated in response. Han Mo lost his footing and fell out, hitting the ring heavily, and then quickly turned over and got up.

Ling Ze wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, grinning with his teeth bared: "Han Mo, you are really good. No wonder someone called me to teach you a lesson. I didn't take it seriously at first. It seems that I was wrong."

"Someone called you to teach me a lesson?" Han Mo squatted halfway on the ground, looking at Ling Ze with a puzzled expression, guessing in his heart who would feel sorry for him.

"Hehe, you don't need to know about this, let's have a good fight next." Ling Ze flashed his hand, and a big knife flashed out, and he took out a weapon.

Watching the battle escalate again, bursts of shouts erupted from the audience.

Han Mo breathed out a turbid breath, hesitated for a moment and flicked his hand, the long sword flashed out, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Ling Ze.

"Hahaha, okay, now we have hope, come on!" Ling Ze charged forward with a big knife in his hand, and slashed at Han Mo's face.

Han Mo hesitated for a moment, the long sword stabbed at Ling Ze's big knife suddenly, and quickly retracted after hitting the big knife, the next moment, the long sword hit the original hit point again, and the same action was used one after another Five times, he forced Ling Ze's sword back.

Han Mo's quick and exaggerated movements made everyone in the audience gasp. Everyone knows that if the strength is not strong enough, without strong fighting spirit as a support, fast and exaggerated movements are likely to strain the meridians. This will have a certain impact on future cultivation.

At this time, far away from the arena, the three of Dongfangxiang were still silently watching the battle between the two on the arena, but compared to before, the three of Dongfangxiang should be surprised at this time. Being able to display such strength, Dongfangxiang suddenly felt an inexplicable pressure.