Legend of Yan Wu

"Brother, your idea is indeed right. This Han Mo is not simple." Jingzhi was stunned for a moment, and then said helplessly.

"Heh, what's the use of being strong, I'm still just a young boy, find a chance to tease him well, this guy will only ruin my good things if he continues to grow." After Dongfang Xiang said, a flash of sharpness flashed in his eyes.

Ling Ze's big knife was pushed back by Han Mo, and after he twisted his waist to stabilize, a trace of solemnity flashed on his face again. Han Mo surprised him many times, but now Ling Ze felt a little pressure.

"This kid is really not simple. I really don't know how he cultivates." Ling Ze thought to himself, the movement of his hands was not negligent, and the sword swept across Han Mo, this time with a little more force.

Han Mo didn't hesitate either, he held the long sword tightly and slammed at the big knife that was slashing furiously again, and there was a series of "ding ding" sounds, and sparks flew out.

Ling Ze's broadsword came fiercely, and one blow was blocked, and another blow followed. The series of attacks flowed like clouds and flowing water, without the slightest delay, and instantly pushed Han Mo into the disadvantaged again.

There is no way to do this, Ling Ze's current blow must be hit at least four or five times by Han Mo at the same time to resist it, which also greatly reduces the efficiency.

"Flying eaves and stepping on cranes, Sanqing floating shadows, Jiumei Tiangong..." After a while, Ling Ze muttered some vague words again, and then, the big knife in his hand seemed to "come alive", tricky and vicious The attack wanted Han Mo to retreat steadily from Han Mo's attack, and he came to the edge of the ring in the blink of an eye.

"Han Mo, come on!" Han Ji stood below and shouted nervously, for fear that Han Mo would accidentally fall off.

Han Mo felt aggrieved for a while, this kind of battle is almost a suppressed battle, after resisting a few moves with difficulty, Han Mo rolled his eyes, and suddenly shouted at the top of his voice: "The sword breaks the nine heavens!" Gushing out, an invisible wave swept over with himself as the center, and the momentum was still there.

Ling Ze, who was fighting vigorously, was startled when he saw this, his figure flickered, and the fighting spirit all over his body was gushing out, and he couldn't help being stunned when he was about to use his combat skills.

"What a boy, you're playing tricks on me." Ling Ze's face turned livid with anger from Han Mo, but he didn't expect Han Mo to be deceitful, fooling him with fake combat skills.

Han Mo also took the opportunity to catch his breath, cast a glance at Ling Ze and said with a light smile, "Soldiers never tire of deceit. Being able to be fooled only shows that your IQ is not enough."

"Looking for death." Ling Ze was really angry this time, and with a swirl of the big knife in his hand, he slashed across Han Mo's throat.

The long sword in Han Mo's hand was struck out five times quickly, and after pushing the big knife back, he swiftly ran past Ling Ze and quietly came behind Ling Ze. Naturally, the long sword in his hand did not neglect, facing Ling Ze Ze stabbed in the back.

"when!"

Ling Ze turned back and blocked the sword in front of him, and Han Mo's long sword directly hit the sword, unable to move forward any more.

"Flying eaves and stepping on cranes, Sanqing floating shadows, Jiumeitian bow..." Ling Ze used his old tricks again, attacking Han Mo with a big sword in a methodical manner.

Han Mo looked at the big knife, his gaze became calm again. Suddenly, Ling Ze's moves and moves appeared in his mind. Han Mo was startled, and then suddenly moved, the movements were exactly the same as Ling Ze's.

Ling Ze was startled when he saw this, looking at Han Mo who was imitating himself, a trace of disdain appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the movements in his hands accelerated again, but what surprised him later was that his moves seemed to be memorized by Han Mo, Almost all of them were easily dodged by Han Mo, and Han Mo was able to fight back with the same moves.

"I'll fuck you!" Ling Ze was angered by Han Mo, and the big knife suddenly changed its course, and slashed at Han Mo's head.

"Chong!"

With the sound of a strong metal impact, the weapons of the two collided again. Since Ling Ze's shot was a bit sudden to him this time, the weapons were thrown out of his hands, and Han Mo's long sword was brought together. go out.

The weapons of the two flew out almost at the same time, and then fell on the ring with a "bang".

The two who had lost their weapons fought each other again. This time, both of them actually used fighting energy. During the fight, occasionally ripples of fighting energy could be seen spreading.

"boom!"

The two hit each other with fists and palms, and Han Mo stepped back in response, and he was still weaker despite the reckless fight.

Ling Ze gave a disdainful chuckle, and was about to continue to rush forward, but suddenly there was a pain in his palm, and when he looked at his palm, he couldn't help but feel a sudden shock in his heart, at this moment, a large piece of his palm was burned for some reason , There were bursts of pain in the small blisters.

Han Mo was also shocked when he saw this, and then he slapped his head and shouted that he was stupid, then he shouted, and rushed towards Ling Ze angrily, and there was a large group of crimson flames rushing out with Han Mo.

"flame!!!"

Like Ling Ze, everyone in the audience exclaimed in disbelief. Before he knew what he was thinking, Ling Ze blocked his hands in front of him in a daze, and then the flame mercilessly hit Ling Ze's arm. Going up, the sleeves were instantly burned.

"how is this possible?"

This voice did not come from the martial arts arena, but somewhere in a tall building, an old man looked in a distant direction with a surprised expression.

"Mr. Hai, what's the matter?" Instructor Xiao Mo looked at the old man and asked suspiciously.

"True fire!" After a while, the old man spat out two words with some uncertainty, and the next moment, the person had disappeared in place.

At this time, the martial arts arena was boiling, and the other people who watched the arena were attracted by Han Mo, all of them were curious and surprised, obviously they didn't know how Han Mo made the flames.

Han Mo naturally likes to beat the dog in the water. When Ling Ze was busy putting out the flames on his arm, Han Mo kicked Ling Ze in the face with his leg, and shouted loudly: "I want you to kick me."

Ling Ze was thrown flying by Han Mo's kick, and he landed on the ground, and Han Mo came closer again. It was too late when Ling Ze realized that he was kicked by Han Mo again, and he was only halfway up The body shot out again, and came into intimate contact with the ring.

"I can't torture you to death!" Han Mo said in a very happy heart, and with a move with his right hand, another ball of flames shot at Ling Ze, this time the flame landed on Ling Ze's buttocks evenly.

"Ah~~" Ling Ze howled from being burned, and jumped up, quickly put out the fire.

"Hey, I'm sending you two!" Han Mo waved his hands at the same time, surrounded by two groups of flames, and shot at Ling Ze with a stride, and blasted Ling Ze's body with his fiery fist.

One of the two punches was barely blocked by Ling Ze, and the other punch hit Ling Ze's chest heavily, knocking Ling Ze directly off the ring, and he was still covered in flames when he landed!