The Evil Emperor is So Sultry

Even if Mo Yan does not die, he will die.

Mo Yan eyes a cold, backhand is a sword.

A fierce soldier, burning Xi blue sword.

Before the sword came out of its sheath, the fierce power of the world had already been sent out.

The silver blue scabbard is densely engraved with hollowed out totems. The totem is ancient and the pattern is complicated, which automatically releases a kind of "fierce" power.

"Bang!"

There was a loud noise.

The scabbard of burning Xi's blue sword and the staff had a direct impact.

One is the fierce soldier, the other is the purification staff, the predestined natural enemy.

"Click"

It's a pity that the staff is not the opponent of the blue sword.

There are dense cracks on the staff.

He Jing's face changed greatly. Unexpectedly, his proud spirit weapon was damaged one day?

"Damn it."

When he Jing cursed, his staff was broken, and his fighting power was reduced by 30%.

Therefore, he had to escape into the water arena again to avoid the edge. Think of other strategies.

"Still want to run?" Mo Yan certainly won't give him this opportunity.

He hated the hidden battles and preferred to make quick decisions.

The blue sword of burning Xi fiercely poked at the ground.

On the ground of the water challenge arena, a big hole was immediately poked out, with a huge crack, radiating and going in all directions.

In an instant, the whole arena was destroyed by 60%.

Burning Xi Blue Sword poked in and pulled out.

"Whoosh

In the big hole, there is water rushing out five meters high.

Mo Yan said: "it turns out that there is water under the challenge arena. This is how the water vapor of the challenge arena comes from."

Then, He Jing's so-called "water escape technique" is not so brilliant.

indeed.

As the water rushes out from under the challenge arena, He Jing's body also rushes to the sky.

He Jinggang was injured, and now he was caught off guard. Without time to react, he was hit by Mo Yan's sword Qi, which hit him in the chest.

"Ah --"

A shrill cry.

He Jing's sternum was broken by the sword Qi.

He has no chance to turn over. In this game, the outcome is decided.

"Mo Yansheng."

The referee announced the result of the match.

He Jing has passed out in pain, and there is no time to taste the taste of failure.

On the high bench, Yuanyang Ning was so angry that he almost breathed. A precious jade cup was directly broken by him.

"Your Highness, calm down."

The host was terrified.

"Calm down? How can I rest? Don't you see that Mo Yan has been promoted to the top ten? " Yuanyangning was angry and involved in the wound. He took a cold breath and showed his teeth.

Once promoted to the top ten, the top six problems are not big.

My father will pay attention to Mo Yan.

Although the host is an apple polisher, he seems to have a good head. He quickly comes up with countermeasures: "Your Highness, Mo Yan has destroyed the water arena and caused great losses. You can use this as an excuse to judge him to lose."

Yuanyangning brightened his eyes and said, "good idea. That's it! "

This kind of disgusting job, of course, is played by the host of the city, the most appropriate.

"Wait!"

The host stepped forward and made a stop gesture. "This game can't be judged like this. The five special challenge arenas of gold, wood, water, fire and earth are extremely precious heritages left by the ancestors of Feilong city. They have been passed on for hundreds of years, so they have been destroyed. Naturally, we have to ask for an explanation."

The host is suddenly difficult, Mo Yan's eyes become cold: "what's the meaning of this?"