"Good!"

Mo Fan didn't think about it, so he agreed. 35xs

Li Qianyuan actually attacked him, and with this alone, Mo Fan would never let him go. What's more, this is still his only chance to worship the sect.

Seeing that Mo Fan agreed, Lin Changkong nodded slightly and said, "Give you half an hour to recover from the injuries in your body." ”

When Mo Fan heard this, he didn't have the slightest hypocrisy, and sat cross-legged on the ground directly. From the spatial ring, he took out a superb healing elixir, threw it into his mouth, and began to recover from his injuries.

Although Mo Fan's injuries have recovered somewhat. But it is far from enough to deal with Li Qianyuan.

He has to hurry up and adjust his form to the top as much as possible.

Looking at Mo Fan, who closed his eyes and recovered from his injuries, Li Qianyuan couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart.

He didn't expect that his sneak attack on Mo Fan would actually bring Mo Fan a chance.

Knowing this, he would definitely wait until all the big guys left before attacking Mo Fan.

"Damn! not only gave Mo Fan, but also sent a chance. also put himself on and became his sparring partner. ”

Although Li Qianyuan was resentful, he did not dare to show the slightest dissatisfaction on his face.

You must know that Lin Changkong is a powerhouse in the Martial King Realm, and if you want to kill him, you only need to move your fingers.

Half an hour is fleeting.

The people of the major sects did not leave. It's all here.

Mo Fan opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of turbidity.

After half an hour of recovery, the injuries in his body have recovered eighty percent. Basically, you can burst out with all your strength.

"I'm ready. Mo Fan said to Lin Changkong.

When Lin Changkong heard this, his hands were sealed, and he slapped it towards Li Qianyuan's chest.

His spiritual power condensed into an invisible shackle, forcibly pressing Li Qianyuan's cultivation to the first heaven of the Martial Sect.

"Senior, can you kill a killer in this duel?" Mo Fan said with a murderous attitude.

Lin Changkong raised his eyebrows and said, "Yes!"

He turned his head to look at Li Qianyuan and said, "I know that in your heart, you have a grudge against Elder Ben. This duel will not be for nothing. ”

"Mo Fan wins, he can join my One Yuan Sword Sect. But if you win, I'll give you a creation to make your cultivation go to the next level!"

"Thank you senior!" Li Qianyuan heard this, and his face showed surprise.

Because of his limited talent, he has been trapped in the Heavenly Sect for more than ten years. If you don't have the chance, you may not be able to improve for the rest of your life.

Lin Changkong's promise made the resentment in Li Qianyuan's heart dissipate in an instant.

In his opinion, this is simply a chance to send it to the door.

Even if his cultivation suppressed a great realm, what would it be? With his decades of experience, could he not be able to deal with a hairy boy?

Moreover, he can kill Mo Fan openly to relieve the hatred in his heart.

You can not only get the opportunity, but also take revenge and resolve hatred. It's a pie-in-the-sky thing.

"Now that you're all ready, let's start the showdown!" Lin Changkong announced.

"Mo Fan, obediently suffer death!"

Li Qianyuan sneered, stomped on the ground with his right foot, turned into an afterimage, and rushed out of the ground, like an arrow off the string, rushing towards Mo Fan.

His hands were dyed gold. It looks like it is made of gold and iron, and when it is illuminated by the sun, it emits a faint golden halo.

"Vajra Demon Suppressor!"

Although Li Qianyuan is not a body refiner, with the blessing of martial arts, his hands are extremely hard, like golden stones!

His hands broke through the air and slammed straight into Mo Fan's chest.

"Do you want to fight me in close quarters?"

Mo Fan's eyes bloomed with cold lightning, and his body burst out with monstrous battle intent.

The "Burning Flame Quenching Technique" was running at full strength, and his body seemed to have grown taller in an instant. There was a crackling sound of bones popping in the body.

Mo Fan stepped out in one step, and his fists slashed, like a dragon going out to sea, and suddenly blasted out. The void in front of him erupted into a piercing sonic boom, terrifying!

"Bang!"

The pure gold palms and domineering fists collided violently in mid-air. It was as if two meteorites collided, and there was a loud muffled sound.

The aftermath of the terrifying energy swept out, kicking up a cloud of dust.

With this blow, the two fought to a draw.

"It's a bit capable. But with your strength, you can't win against the emperor!"

A sneer rose at the corner of Li Qianyuan's mouth.

His hands suddenly bloomed with brilliant golden rays, and mysterious runes condensed out on his arms. The hardness of his hands increased again.

I saw him palming his hands together, with a sharp golden glow, and suddenly slashed down towards Mo Fanli!

"When!

Mo Fan raised his arms to resist.

Li Qianyuan's hands, slashed at Mo Fan's arms, and countless sparks burst out. It was as if his hands were not made of flesh and blood, but two spiritual weapons.

Li Qianyuan was unforgiving, his hands were like raindrops, and he waved dozens of times in an instant. All of them slashed towards a certain part of Mo Fan's arm.

"When!when!when!"

A dense crash was heard.

Finally, Li Qianyuan's hands cut through Mo Fan's physical defenses, leaving a terrifying blood mark on his arm.

The red blood was dripping down Mo Fan's wounds. On the ground, blood flowers were splashed.

Although Mo Fan's physical body was extremely strong, he couldn't withstand Li Qianyuan's attack.

"It's worthy of being an old miscellaneous hair who has been practicing for decades, and he has a lot of combat experience. Mo Fan looked at the wound on his arm and said in a deep voice.

"But that's the end of it. Next, it's time for me to attack!"

The attack just now was just Mo Fan's temptation.

Through the fight, he already knew the strength that Li Qianyuan could show under the martial arts sect's heavy heavenly cultivation.

Now, it's time for him to burst out with all his strength and solve Li Qianyuan.

"Hehe, are you still hiding your strength?"

The corners of Li Qianyuan's mouth raised a touch of disdain, he didn't even believe a word about Mo Fan's words.

A hairy boy who has cultivated to only the five heavens of the spiritual vein, even if his physical body is a little stronger. But how strong can it be? He even dared to say that it was time for him to attack. What a joke.

"Come on, Mo Fan!"

Li Qianyuan didn't talk nonsense anymore, and directly raised his hands, with a sharp golden mang, and attacked Mo Fan.

This time, his target was no longer Mo Fan's arm. It's Mo Fan's throat!

As long as his golden hands cut his throat, Mo Fan will definitely die!

"Competitive Eyes!"

Mo Fan screamed in his heart. In his left eye, a strange power instantly swelled out.

In the depths of Mo Fan's eyes, there was an extremely bright light.

As long as he cultivates, there are no enemies who are above his two great realms. The moves and martial arts performed will be seen through by the eyes of competition.