(xxv)

Xiaoyao and Mo Ming stood on the stage, and at this time, the cheers of the audience reached the highest point. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

This is the last game of the conference. The 16 to 18 year olds were already over in the morning.

So now the number of people in this Chengzhen martial arts competition is far more than in the morning and yesterday, and there is no need to say how hot it is.

But they didn't hear anything.

Xiaoyao and Mo Ming only have each other in their eyes, and they both just want to knock each other down!

They were waiting, waiting for the referee to speak and say, "The game is on." ”

They were both staring at each other, their hands clenching the hilts of their swords, but neither of them was unsheathed.

"Game on!"

Xiaoyao and Mo Ming rushed out almost at the same time.

The sword is unsheathed!

The flying rainbow is a duel of courage and wisdom!

Sparks flew everywhere, and Xiaoyao made contact with Qi Yun's long sword, fighting, and none of them let anyone. Each sword has a faint aura lingering on its body, like two flying dragons fighting!

The blue dragon fell down, and retreated one after another, the purple dragon pursued the victory, and Mo Ming would never let go of any opportunity!

Mo Ming's moves are all carried with incredible power, which is his personal murderous aura from the inside out.

His moves are weird, fast, and even more terrifying!

Xiaoyao was not frightened, he could not have been intimidated!

Mainly not because when he was in the town, the old man Mo Wen often trained himself with a murderous aura that was even more terrifying than this, but because of commitment, because of courage!

He promised his sister that he would beat the guy in front of him hard to relieve her anger; He also promised Fan Yao that he would definitely beat this guy hard......

In short, he just wants to beat Mo Ming!

A punch of "Huh" smashed into Mo Ming's side face.

――What's going on?

Mo Ming was puzzled, Mo Ming was puzzled. He didn't believe it, but he just got punched alive.

He was backing away and getting another punch in the stomach.

The intense pain made him unbelievable, and he really realized why Emperor Fu Qi Yun was so powerless under Xiaoyao's fist!

- But I'm not one of those crap!

Mo Ming stood firm, his backhand swinging his sword ahead of his free fist, followed by a crisp thud.

It was the purple dragon and the blue dragon that collided together.

At this time, Mo Ming really understood. Xiaoyao is a sword dance with his right hand, and his left hand is free, and he hits it out like lightning when he finds the opportunity!

-- That's what happened......

An inch long and an inch strong, Mo Ming's left hand was not empty, but held the hilt of the sword.

He smiled smugly.

The fist of the free once smashed it at the right time!

Mo Ming's left hand also waved, and when he waved it, he felt that something was wrong, because Xiaoyao sneered.

And then he regretted it!

Xiaoyao's hand actually grabbed Mo Ming's sheath tightly!

The long sword in their other hand is also against each other!

-- Finally got it!

Xiaoyao kicked out his right foot violently, as long as this kick hit Mo Ming's abdomen - after he was confident, he would definitely be able to hit Mo Ming in a row, and he would faint directly!

- Beat you up!

But it backfired!

Xiaoyao's foot was blocked by Mo Ming's foot, and they continued to make moves on the leg and foot part, regardless of victory or defeat.

Then their hands were squeezed together, and now it almost became a game of strength, and they were pushing each other hard.

- It's dangerous!

was so deadlocked, but Mo Ming breathed a sigh of relief. If he hadn't had a strong reflexes, he might have finished the game completely!

"It's not over yet......

Xiaoyao squeezed out this sentence viciously. Then they separated, each taking a few steps back, gasping for air.

Mo Ming suddenly put his hand on his forehead and couldn't help laughing wildly!

Xiaoyao didn't say anything.

Mo Ming suddenly stopped laughing, and said with his head held high: "Long You Xiaoyao, you are indeed an opponent!" ”

Xiaoyao still didn't speak.

Mo Ming stroked his hair and pointed his sword at Xiaoyao.

Happy, don't move!

"Hi ......"

As soon as Mo Ming's hand was released, the sword fell.

"You like to fight with your fists, don't you?"

MEmu retracted the sword into its sheath and placed it in the spatial ring.

"Humph......"

Mo Ming suddenly moved. The Loose also moved, and then—

"Hah-"

"Uhh

The two of them collided with each other, their eyes intertwined with their eyes, and their momentum and momentum were incompatible with each other!

But after more than a dozen rounds, Xiaoyao found that he couldn't beat Mo Ming. Yes, his attacks are always dodged by Mo Ming. Some of the attacks were obviously only one step away from Mo Ming's body, but they were suddenly dodged by him. And then--

- So fast!

Xiaoyao's shoulder was hit by Mo Ming's punch.

One of his uppercuts was dodged by Mo Ming, and then he was beaten!

Then there were several more punches, and as in the previous situation, Xiaoyao's attack was dodged by Mo Ming at the last moment, and then he was counterattacked!

Xiaoyao took a few steps back after being beaten, his whole body ached, and his right eye was also punched, which was now a little blurry.

Mo Ming showed a sneering look and stretched out the index finger of his right hand and shook it.

Xiaoyao is very unwilling.

Fast! Vicious! Permit!

These three words were told to him by Mo Wen on the first day he learned martial arts. He also works these three goals every day.

It's easy to be ruthless, it's easy to be accurate, it's fast. "Fast" has no limit, there is no fastest, only faster!

Xiaoyao thought he was fast, and among people of the same age or similar, he thought he was fast.

But he was wrong.

There are mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the people. This sentence must be kept in mind at all times.

If it were any other opponent, MEmu would definitely laugh at himself. But when he faced Mo Ming, the guy in front of him, he couldn't laugh at all.

- Why is he so fast?!

“……”

- Not true!

Escape to find something wrong. His own speed is not the same as Mo Ming's fast.

He suddenly really seemed to laugh at himself, because now he had to take a few more punches.

So, he's on!

Then he was punched directly in the abdomen!

The bitter water in the stomach really gushed into the throat, and for a moment, the neck was very unpleasant.

Then there was a straight punch, which hit the nose alive, and with the hot pain, bright red nosebleeds flowed out.

At this time, Xiaoyao is really sincerely grateful, and the old man always "beats" himself. Otherwise, I might have collapsed by now.

But there is still a gain, Xiaoyao has already understood, Mo Ming is not fast in attack, but extremely fast in reaction!

――My attack seems to him to be very slow.

Mo Ming has extremely fast reflexes, so he can dodge Xiaoyao's attacks extremely quickly, and then take advantage of the hard stun of his attacks to counter him.

-- In that case......

At this time, Xiaoyao only thought of one way, the only way.

He rushed towards Mo Ming again.

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Fan Yao couldn't bear to look at it anymore, and Xiaoyao was being beaten miserably at this time.

Her hands have been glued to the armrests, her brows have been firmly locked, and her heart has been hanging high.

Her eyes were moist again, she didn't want to, she didn't want to, she didn't want to be treated in pain again!

Xiaoyao is about to lose, he is simply wasting his physical strength in vain and losing his dignity in vain.

Fan Yao knew why Mo Ming was so tormented because of himself.

Mo Ming did all this for Fan Yao to see.

- No one can help you......

- No one can warm you......

- No one can save you......

Fan Yao seemed to have heard Mo Ming's words, even if she didn't hear them, she saw them.

Her hands could no longer support her body, and she slowly squatted down, leaning her head on the armrest, crying silently.

…………

Shi Zihang's face was excited and satisfied, he hated Long You Xiaoyao to death, watching Long You Xiaoyao being beaten so miserably, his heart was really very refreshing!

Mo Ming told him before he came on the court that he would be angry for him, but he didn't expect Mo Ming to really do what he said.

But he soon couldn't laugh anymore......

…………

Mo Ming's reaction speed is too fast, which is really a big advantage.

But there are pros and cons. For this, he needs to pay a lot of physical strength.

He's running out of stamina......

Mo Ming's waist was firmly hugged by Xiaoyao, and then he was pushed down!

The fist of the free hit him the nose!

Then came the second punch, the third punch, the fourth punch......

Mo Ming suddenly found that he no longer had the strength to backhand.

In fact, Mo Ming really wanted to end the fight quickly, but he couldn't.

Because MEmu is really too capable to fight!

And he seems to be addicted, immersed in the pleasure of abusing others, ignoring the passage of time and power.

Now the getaway counterattack has begun, and it will definitely not stop!

He flailed his right fist so tirelessly and frantically that he was almost unconscious.

- Can't stop, can't stop, can't stop!

I don't know how long it took, but he stopped, and was stopped by the referee.

At this time, he was looking at Mo Ming, who had already lost consciousness......

- I won!

He slowly got up, and was greeted with thunderous applause.

And what about him, he just raised his left arm, and then smirked, looking at his family and smirking, looking at Fan Yao smirking......

Then, his eyes closed tiredly.