Mo Yifan was excited and said, "I won." This girl is really a bit difficult to deal with!"

Yang Li was a little disappointed and said: "Mo Yifan, you won, although you used other means, I still admit your victory." ”

Yang Li walked back to the team of Baihua Academy, and Yang Li's master Mo Mei said: "Yang Li, don't be discouraged, losing this time is nothing, just win it back next time." ”

Yang Li said: "Yes, I will definitely continue to work hard, otherwise I will be ashamed of the Seagod Sword in my hand, although I am defeated, I am still honored." ”

Momei said, "This is my good student!"

Zhao Bansheng announced: "In the third game, Mo Yifan of the Martial Saint Academy wins!"

Zhao Bansheng was very happy in his heart, Mo Yifan could be regarded as half of his apprentice, he could win two games in a row, and his elder still felt relieved and proud.

Zhao Bansheng redrew lots, announced the players of the next group of games, and read: "Mo Yifan fights against Feng Lei." ”

Zhan Feng Lei, the little god of war of Tianfeng Academy, his strength is in the realm of heavenly immortals, because he is famous for destroying countless thieves in the green forest on the mainland, and the bandit thieves in the world are not afraid to hear the name of Zhan Feng Lei.

Zhan Fenglei walked to the ring, saw Mo Yifan and said: "You are Mo Yifan of the Martial Saint Academy, don't you have any fame?" If you know each other, admit defeat directly, lest you be beaten in the face by me, and you will have no face to stay in the Martial Saint Academy anymore." ”

Mo Yifan let out an "oh" and said, "I don't know your name very well, but I will make you pay for your rudeness!"

Zhan Feng Lei frowned, this kid didn't seem to know the prestige of this immortal. It doesn't matter, you'll remember me later.

Both of them looked at each other unpleasantly, and the next battle must be very tragic. Although each other hates each other so much.

Zhan Feng Lei uses a Fengshen Knife, and the appearance of the weapon is not the kind of appearance that makes people feel exaggerated and domineering. Mo Yifan's weapon was still the Silver Dragon Sword, and the Silver Dragon Sword seemed to feel the anger in the master's heart, and let out bursts of dragon groans.

The battle wind and thunder used the first form of the eighteen-way wind and thunder knife method, and slashed at Mo Yifan with one sword. Mo Yifan used the autumn wind sweeping leaves sword technique, and slashed towards the battle wind and thunder with a sword. Two powerful energies collided with each other, making a loud explosion. Neither of them expected the strength of the other to be so strong.

Mo Yifan slashed out two swords in a row, and each sword had the potential to break through Kyushu in the wind and snow. The wind and thunder were not convinced, and two knives were cut out, each of which had the power of wind and thunder in the world.

Everyone in the audience breathed a sigh of relief, and they didn't know who had the upper hand in the contest of these three moves. Some people think that Mo Yifan has the advantage, and some people think that it is the war wind and thunder that take the lead.

Feng Luo was worried about Mo Yifan, this battle wind thunder was much stronger than Yang Li. She wanted him to win, and although he often said that failure was to bring him one step closer to success, she knew that he was afraid of losing.

Mo Yifan moved with his steps, forcing to the side of Zhan Feng Lei with the momentum of lightning. Zhan Feng Lei was not afraid at all, and said: "Boy, hand-to-hand combat is Lao Tzu's forte, you are looking for death!"

Mo Yifan stabbed at Zhan Feng Lei with a sword, and said: "I'm also good at hand-to-hand combat, I think it's right for you to find death, I will let you see how powerful I am." ”

Zhan Feng Lei grabbed Mo Yifan's sword and said: "Who is male and female, only after the battle will know, you will definitely wear out your sharpness, and only then will I show the prestige of my little god of war." ”

The two fought while talking, and no one was ambiguous. The skills of the two are far beyond the average powerhouse, and this fight with Zhang Yuying is even more domineering. Male and female, their own different atmosphere.

Mo Yifan's Ice Vitality and the Wind Vitality of the Battle Wind Thunder are both extremely dangerous vitality, the Wind Vitality is strong, and the Ice Vitality is sharp and cold.

Mo Yifan's eyes were calm, but the momentum released continued to increase, and his aura increased from the peak of the Earth Immortal to the Heavenly Immortal Realm. There were bursts of thunder in the sky, and there was an evil fire in his steps, rushing to his brain from his feet, and an evil wind hung around his body. This side is the three calamities, all the achievements of the immortals have experienced these three tribulations, can not dodge, the body is eliminated, dodge, the achievement of the immortals, longevity and Tianqi, the strength has increased greatly, and there is the ability to fly to the heavenly realm.

Mo Yifan forcibly broke through to the Heavenly Immortals in the battle, attracting the three calamities, which can be described as extremely dangerous, but in order to defeat the little God of War, he fought, and the Little God of War cultivated to be in the realm of Heavenly Immortals, and if he did not break through the Heavenly Immortals, it was unlikely that he would easily defeat him, so in order to win, Mo Yifan took this path.

Mo Yifan's whole body was in pain, and this pain could not be explained in words. He resisted with all his might, hoping that the catastrophe would end soon.

The little god of war stepped aside and said, "Although I really want to take this opportunity to knock you out of the ring, you are breaking through the Heavenly Tribulation, so I will give you justice."

Seeing Mo Yifan in pain, Feng Luo shouted loudly: "Yifan, don't be like this, we give up, I don't want to win, I just want you to be safe, you give up quickly!"

Hearing Feng Luo's voice, Mo Yifan's heart felt a warmth, his heart was slowly no longer anxious, his mind slowly calmed down, the pain on his body gradually disappeared, his consciousness became clear again, all the illusion slowly disappeared, and after he fully felt this world again, he progressed to a new realm: Heavenly Fairy Realm.

He smiled at Feng Luo, and Feng Luo's tearful face also showed a happy smile.

He bowed to Zhan Feng Lei and said, "Thank you, Brother Zhan. Brother Zhan, let's continue. ”

Mo Yifan slashed out ten swords in a row, and the little god of war slashed ten swords in a row. Although the little god of war caught his ten swords, his palms were shattered, and blood flowed out of his palms. The little god of war was furious, he let the blood flow in the palms of his hands, opened his arms, the exercises worked, and a large amount of wind vitality gushed out of his body. The wind energy turned into a tornado, and the tornado struck in all directions.

"This guy is crazy, he is so desperate!" Fortunately, the people present were all cultivators, so naturally no one showed a posture of fart and urine.

Mo Yifan smiled slightly, ran the Qi Cultivation and Return Yuan Song, and a shield appeared three feet outside the body, and the energy of the shield flowed, protecting him. He raised his steps and walked towards the Battle Wind Thunder step by step, although the storm released by the Battle Wind Thunder was very powerful, it was not too much of a problem for him to deal with.

He came to the side of the Battle Wind Thunder God in a few steps, and the Silver Dragon Sword slashed towards the Battle Wind Thunder, and then there were a few swords that were almost invisible, and the Battle Wind Thunder split into several pieces after a few moments. The storm stopped, and everything was calm. He put away the silver dragon sword.

"Get down, fouler, get down, you don't deserve to stand in the ring, you are a shame to our cultivators!" The people in the audience were angered by Mo Yifan's behavior, especially the teachers and students of Tianfeng Academy were particularly excited, and Tianfengzi, the master of Zhanfeng Thunder, was also excited and extremely cold.

His Majesty the Emperor's heart shook: "This son is really fierce!"

Suddenly, the corpse pieces of War Wind and Thunder began to move, converging together, and several pieces of body pieces were put together. Then flesh and blood were formed at the rift, and after a while, the battle wind thunder recovered, and then stood up, and the battle wind thunder moved his whole body, and said, "It hurts!"

Zhan Feng Lei said: "Mo Yifan, if I wasn't a heavenly immortal, wouldn't I die at your hands, I still let you wait for you to survive the catastrophe!"

Mo Yifan said: "Because you are an immortal, I dare to do this."

Zhan Feng Lei scolded: "Damn, Tianxian is not a watermelon, let you cut it into so many pieces, you think it's for sale!"

"The immortals are simply immortal, and they are really strong!" the people in the audience sighed in their hearts.