"Ah~~~!"

A miserable scream made Mo Jun suddenly look sideways, only to see that several of the juniors and disciples behind him were knocked down, and the person who was knocked down was the person who attacked him before.

"Damn!"

Seeing this scene, Mo Jun was immediately furious, but he held back at the critical moment, and instead shouted more calmly and loudly: "Everyone is gathered together, in this case, he can't sneak attack us so easily!" ”

Mo Jun's words made his juniors and disciples more densely surrounded, and Mo Jun's eyes were like fierce tigers staring at the people rushing in front of him.

"Look for death!"

Seeing that one person was more prominent than the others, Mo Jun suddenly had an idea in his heart, and with a slight pick of his right foot, he picked up the gravel on the martial arts platform, and then shook it vigorously in his hand.

"Whew!"

Because of the concern that weapons cannot be used on the tournament platform, the protruding warrior has no weapon to throw the thrown stone away, and can only dodge it.

In the moment he was dodging, a figure appeared beside him.

"Bang!"

The figure slapped his back, and his entire body flew in the direction of Mo Jun.

"Humph!"

Looking at the flying person, Mo Jun snorted secretly, grabbed the flying person with both hands, and then threw it directly off the competition platform.

"Whoever dares to come up again, then he will be the end!"

Seeing the people rushing up around him, Mo Jun roared angrily, and the sound spread like ripples, and some of the martial artists who saw Mo Jun watching the bully stopped one after another, not daring to move forward.

"Ah~~~!"

While those warriors were stunned, a figure appeared behind them like a ghost, knocking them off the competition platform one by one.

"Oni Warrior!"

When Mo Jun saw the figure clearly, his pupils tightened, not daring to be careless.

Ghost warrior, a name for a killer in martial arts. Because they are like ghosts, killing people invisibly, so they are unique in their body method.

Because of their ghostly killing skills, many martial artists are afraid of them, and few martial artists will provoke this killer.

After the ghost warrior knocked some warriors off the tournament platform. There were more than 50 people left.

"Be careful yourselves!"

Seeing the gaze of the ghost warrior looking over, Mo Jun sighed, said to the juniors behind him, and then rushed forward.

"Kill!"

The rest of the martial artists also knew that Mo Jun was powerful, so they could only solve them.

"Hundred combos!"

Looking at the people who rushed up, Mo Jun waved his hands like fish swimming in the water.

"Smack!"

Dodging the fist smashed by a martial artist, Mo Jun lightly slapped his palm on the man's chest.

Just when the man thought it would be extremely painful, he suddenly found that he didn't feel anything on his body at all.

"Hmm!"

The illusion lasted only a few seconds, though. The warrior who had been stunned suddenly clutched his stomach as he felt as if his stomach had exploded, and a sharp pain rolled over his stomach.

"Poof!"

In the end, the warrior stained the tournament platform red with a mouthful of blood. Even the audience in the audience saw this scene and made an uproar, because so far in the fight, no one has been beaten and vomited several liters of blood.

"Hundred combos!"

When Qian Mo saw Mo Jun's martial arts, he was stunned, and he immediately reacted. muttered: "I didn't expect that the flutes of this sect actually participated in this competition!" ”

"It's the man who strikes the door!"

Someone recognized Mo Jun's martial arts and spoke.

"Isn't this sect blocked all year round? Why did you send someone out to participate in the competition this time! Someone asked in confusion.

Perhaps this sect is also aware of its complacency. So come out and see it! Someone said.

However, as soon as the man's words fell, he was looked at with contempt by everyone around him.

Someone sarcastically said: "Although the Divine Strike Gate is not one of the top ten schools of martial arts, but back then, the Divine Strike True Man was one of the top ten masters, and he created the Divine Strike Technique, but even the other nine top ten masters also appreciated the martial arts!" ”

Just when everyone was talking, Mo Jun was like a fierce tiger, and the people who were originally around him had already been hit by his palm. Fell to the ground and retched.

Compared with the first one, Mo Jun has already shown mercy to his subordinates, of course, the biggest reason is that he has exhausted his strength.

Divine Strike is a kind of martial art that gathers one's own strength at one point and then bursts out. The power of the first punch was the greatest, and then it slowly weakened, and there were more than a dozen martial artists who were hit by Mo Jun like this, and the lightest one also fell to the ground unconscious.

"He~~He!"

Mo Jun retreated while being vigilant against the rest of the martial artists.

"He's exhausted, and they're on it together!" A warrior shouted.

Rao is like this, and no one dares to go up, and they all look sideways at the people next to him, hoping that he will be the first bird.

"Bang bang!"

Just when the warrior lost his mind, more than ten people were beaten out by the ghost warrior.

"It's over!"

Suddenly, Qianmo's voice came into the martial arts platform, and everyone who originally wanted to do it stopped one after another.

"Whew!"

Hearing Qian Mo's words, Mo Jun grinned, and immediately sat on the ground, gasping for breath, sweat on his forehead was already raining down.

"Damn, I was deceived by him!"

Some martial artists felt unwilling when they saw Mo Jun's performance at this time, but they didn't dare to do it, because their seniors had already walked up.

"Senior brother, are you okay?"

Mo Jun's juniors and disciples walked up and asked with concern.

Compared with the ten people at the beginning, there were already three people left with Mo Jun and two junior disciples at this time, and these two people were precisely the ones who listened to Mo Jun's words and raised their vigilance.

"The rest of them are more eliminated than eliminated?"

Seeing the two junior brothers beside him, Mo Jun asked with a bitter smile on his face.

"Hmm!"

One of them nodded, then gritted his teeth and said, "They were all beaten down by ghost warriors!" ”

"Okay, it's good that you can stay, you must know that many martial artists who are better than you have been beaten down!" Mo Jun waved his hand, looking at the back of the ghost warrior, and didn't know what to think in his heart.

There is still half an hour before the next game, and in addition to preparing for the next batch of martial artists, there is also the tidying up of the venue of the competition platform.

"Brother Chen Fan, I'm going to go!"

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye, and soon Wang Xi heard his name, showed a helpless look, and said to Chen Fan and stood on the competition platform.

"Hmm!"

Seeing Wang Xi walking up, Chen Fan had no way to help him.

"Chen Fan!"

At this moment, the senior standing on the competition platform spoke.

Hearing the senior's words, Chen Fan had a smile on his face, and then jumped lightly and jumped onto the competition platform.

"Brother Chen Fan!"

Seeing Chen Fan with him, Wang Xi smiled. (To be continued......)