Just kidding, he never came to the Contra Arena to fight with the strong, and winning or losing was not the point, his real purpose was to test Fu Wu.

Just for the victory or defeat of a battle, he burst out the true power of his martial arts, exhausted the power of this mind body, and then was forced to withdraw from the Soul Arena, and could only wait for the next time to come in?

Is it really worth wasting so much of your remaining time? No, it's definitely a big loss.

"I'll go, in order to retain more strength, I might as well admit defeat, at least I'll have a chance to come up and fight again later. ”

Mo Fan silently paid attention in his heart, and was about to admit defeat.

Who would have thought, at this time, a cold light suddenly flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged man, and the originally calm movements in his hands suddenly changed.

The sharp cold light is like a bamboo!

is not only aggressive, but also quite domineering, which is completely different from the calm feeling that the middle-aged man gave him just now, it is like two people.

Mo Fan's face changed greatly, obviously he was still a middle-aged man just now, and he was still facing a middle-aged man's fist, but he felt that this was no longer a person, but a sharp and sharp knife.

Moreover, at this moment, the big knife was slashing at him, as if it was about to split him in half.

This is definitely the power of artistic conception, even if it may not be a complete knife intent, but it should be about the same.

If the middle-aged man still had a knife in his hand, even if it was just a small blade, he was sure that he would have been cut into thousands of pieces by the sharp knife intent.

At this time, it's too late to admit defeat, if he can't stop this move, his mind and body will be absolutely finished, and don't think about coming up again later.

"I'll go, this is a complete refusal to give me a choice. ”

Mo Fan's eyes tightened, not daring to be careless, and then he suddenly turned his fist into a palm and moved sideways under his feet.

Baguazhang!

Bang!

The fists collided, and I saw a flash of golden light on Mo Fan's body, and with a loud bang, a ripple of power visible to the naked eye suddenly stirred.

All the surrounding rune masters were stunned, and they all looked at the two people in the Contra Arena in amazement.

Is this still a contest of Fu Wu skills? With skills alone, can you really burst out with a power that is almost not weaker than that of a real Fu Wu?

Many rune masters immediately looked up at the pillars around the Soul Arena, and at this moment, they couldn't help but wonder if it could be that the Soul Arena was in disrepair and failed to completely suppress the cultivation of the two above, right?

It's not that they don't believe in the power of the spirit patterns around the Soul Arena of the headquarters, but it is the amazing scene above that makes them a little unbelievable, how can the rune master burst out with such a powerful strength without the support of spiritual power?

Especially like the young rune master before, who had already decided in their hearts that young Mo Fan would not last long, in the soul arena, the sudden outburst of young Mo Fan was simply a heavy slap in the face, and it was also a slap in the face in public, snapping!

Who said just now that the young Mo Fan was about to die? Also, who said that the young Mo Fan could only win so many games in a row by relying on his exquisite moves, and as long as he met a master, he would definitely be terminated?

Especially the young rune master, standing in front of the middle-aged man, he looked at the young Mo Fan in the soul arena stupidly, and he was a little faceless to look at the middle-aged man around him.

Before everyone could recover from the shock, an astonishing wave of aura suddenly set off in the Contra Arena.

Mo Fan's feet didn't move, but the middle-aged man who had been holding the upper hand steadily before, was swept up by this wave of qi and flew out.

The winner is decided!

The calm middle-aged man who everyone was optimistic about before actually lost, but Mo Fei, who had been performing mediocrely, really hid his strength, and it was not until the last moment that he was forced to expose and show his true strength.

The rune masters who had lost at the hands of the young Mo Fan in front of them, who had been haunting them, and who were still thinking about finding a chance to fight again, were collectively silent at this moment.

What's the next fight? There's no need for it.

In the dozens of battles before, it was clear that they didn't do their best, not to mention those exquisite moves, just this amazing palm, they thought they were not opponents at all, they were definitely crushed ruthlessly, everyone seemed to be not on the same level, and they didn't have to fight at all.

Unlike everyone's shock, although he won another game, Mo Fan was in a very bad mood, quite bad.

Just kidding, just with this move, he lost nearly half of the strength of this mind body.

The power of artistic conception is not a joke, even if the power of artistic conception of a middle-aged person may not be complete, but that power is definitely much stronger than any consummate martial art.

The Baguazhang in the consummation stage, as well as the small five-element Bible, the two forces were forced to explode at the same time, and his body, which was condensed by his mind, did not disperse on the spot, which was already considered to be very face-saving for his master.

Although he won this time, as long as there was another battle for the same battle, his mind and body would definitely not be able to support it.

However, he had already shown his true strength just now, and those weaker rune masters would definitely not stand up again.

There are also rune masters who have the courage to come out, even if they are not as calm and middle-aged as the one just now, I am afraid they will not be inferior.

In short, in the next battle, he will definitely not be able to hold on.

"I'll go, it's all to blame on that guy just now, he suddenly made a move, so I didn't even have time to admit defeat, and now it's definitely miserable. ”

However, just when Mo Fan was depressed and thought that he was about to end this Soul Arena battle, a figure suddenly walked up.

"Hehe, after more than 50 battles in a row, I'm afraid the little brother is almost at the limit, right?

If you don't have to go back, you will come up and pick up this cheap. ”

This is a young man in his twenties, without the slightest hypocrisy, and when he came up, he directly and generously admitted that he was here to pick up the bargain.

This move made it difficult for his opponent to feel disgusted.

However, as soon as these words came out, there was a sudden boos around.

Knowing that he is picking up cheap, he can still say it so openly, this guy's face is not ordinarily thick.

And Mo Fan, not only was he not angry, but he was happy in his heart, and even his gaze towards the young man became a lot softer.

As soon as I heard the name, I knew that it was just a code name, similar to his 'Muzi'.

"This is the Contra Arena, winning or losing is a common thing, there is no return, you don't have to be so polite. ”

Just kidding, he was worried just now that another master who was about the same as a calm middle-aged man would directly end his winning streak.

The young man stood up at the right time, made it clear that he was almost at the limit, and bluntly said that he wanted to take a bargain.

But where is this cheap so easy to pick up? He just can't burst the true power of his martial arts again, it's not that he doesn't have the strength to fight again.

At least an ordinary opponent can deal with it with all kinds of subtle moves, and he can just take the opportunity to continue experimenting with Fu Wu.

So, the more people who want to pick up the cheap, the better, he definitely can't ask for it, where can he be angry??

(End of chapter)