On the battle platform, Linglong, who was fighting with Huang Ying, glanced at the big dark ball not far away, and a trace of contemplation and hesitation flashed in his eyes.

"Oh, young lady, although you are very strong, but when you fight me, you keep looking elsewhere, isn't it not good..."

The light and ethereal female voice sounded in her ears, and Linglong swept away the attacking Huang Ying with a sword, glanced at the other party, and did not intend to speak.

The Half Moon Dao Seed appeared at the tip of her sword, gradually enveloping the entire sword shadow.

Linglong got serious.

Huang Ying, a girl who has always been mysterious in the second class of Fu Seal, faced this round of moonlight, and also put away the smile on her face, no longer talking as much as she did just now, and a green mountain shadow appeared behind her, and she slashed towards Linglong again.

Her original task was just to stop Linglong and prevent the other party from rushing into the crowd to massacre, but after the battle began, she didn't seem to fully carry out this order, but kept provoking the other party, looking like she was trying to fight.

And not just because of anything.

Maybe it's just the jealousy between outstanding girls.

But it may also be much simpler.

On the other side, although Mo Fan had been in the dark for a long time, he still couldn't adapt to this dark curtain where he couldn't see his fingers.

Through the adaptation of the eyes, and then gradually find the light of darkness, it is not real darkness.

In pure black, there is no room for anything else.

Mo Fan tentatively condensed the Pure Yuan Dou Qi into a sword of intent, and found that not only did the warm white light on the sword disappear in the past, but he was slashing around in the air with the sword, and even slashing at his feet, he couldn't feel the real feeling brought by the collision.

It was as if he was standing in the middle of the night, without even starlight.

Faced with this unknown environment, Mo Fan quietly laid a layer of spiritual power shield on the surface of his body, in case he was successfully attacked by Zhou Chuyuan's sword and sent out of the field.

Darkness is the other party's domain, but at the same time, it also gives him a stage to display his heritage.

The curtain has been opened, and the key starring is the one who can stand at the end of the play.

Mo Fan took two tentative steps forward with his sword, not only did he feel no real feeling under his feet, but even the rules of gravity were a little different.

If it weren't for being in the Blue Dragon Academy, it would be Xuan Wenhua sitting in the distance, and he would even think that he had been taken captive somewhere else.

Fortunately, his beliefs were not messed up. Although Xuan Wenhua in the distance had already stood up and looked at the westernmost part of the Great Martial Arts Arena.

There, there was a vast terrifying fluctuation that was gradually rising, so that in the end, the spiritual power was overwhelming, covering most of the edge of the giant egg.

Beneath the huge protective shield are two women who are too small to be smaller.

One is covered with a black veil, the other is holding Xiao in his left hand and a stone plate in his right hand.

The masked woman is older, and the black veil that covers half of her face not only does not reduce her beauty in the slightest, but even adds a charm of 'holding the pipa and half covering her face'.

This is an extremely beautiful woman who does not know her age.

The girl who was carrying the jade flute and the stone plate on the side was much younger, and although she was also born extremely beautiful, her eyebrows, eyes and posture that were far from growing showed that she was no more than eight or nine years old.

These two strange men were now watching the battle on the first stage intently.

There, the yellow warbler carrying the green mountains and the Linglong who turned the sword into the blue moon fought in one place, the holy light Li Changtian and the smiling ruler fought back and forth, and there were boundless peach blossoms and huge black balls standing leisurely in the center......

I don't know where these two people are looking.

In the darkness, there was finally movement.

As if the eternal heaven and earth were unchanged, the first turbidity and clear qi were finally born, and a touch of sword light quietly forced towards Mo Fan.

Seeing that he was about to slash Mo Fan's neck, beyond Zhou Shiyuan's expectations, the boy just waved the sword in his hand and easily blocked the sword.

Where there is action, there are flaws.

After removing the swift sword, Mo Fan quickly bullied forward, not giving Zhou Shiyuan a chance to retreat, and fought with the latter in the dark.

It is true that he cannot see things, and his spiritual sense is limited to the extreme, but the fighting instinct of the body will not deceive and will not be eliminated.

The instinct of life and death in tens of millions of battles will naturally not be easily erased.

With the early warning in his heart, Mo Fan successfully turned defense into offense, turned into a cold poisonous snake, and entangled Zhou Chuyuan.

On the blade of the sword, the huge power of 1,300 stones was wielded wantonly, and in the face of the man who gave him a little sense of danger, Mo Fan used all his strength without hesitation.

Within the body, the river of spiritual power is like a great river, running endlessly, rumbling in the acupoints around the body, evoking pools of purple fire, and the two extremely powerful forces are intertwined with each other, cooperating, and suddenly rushing out in the darkness!

The fire in the center of the earth and the spiritual power that Mo Fan relied on to save his life finally reappeared.

On the sword body, the purple flames danced wildly, and only when they collided with Zhou Chuyuan, the fluctuations that came from the slashing object made the boy's heart tremble, and he was so excited that his arms trembled slightly, and he waved out one one-handed sword after another, slashing at Zhou Chuyuan's sword blade.

In the sword of will, the purple flame burns the plain.

The majestic spiritual power came out of his body, and with the pure yuan fighting spirit, he wantonly pounced on the man who was constantly retreating from the slashing.

Under the single-minded and dual-purpose function of the Fanyan decision, the spiritual power and fighting spirit run uninterruptedly, as if they were one!

Although the cut is very enjoyable, the doubts in Mo Fan's heart are getting heavier and heavier, as a three-star Doubo, it is absolutely impossible for Zhou Chuyuan to be chased and cut by him so easily, although there is a common operation of spiritual power and fighting spirit, but the absolute gap in the realm is still there, and it is impossible for Zhou Chuyuan to not even fight back at all.

His enemies were silent.

The surroundings were also quiet, and there was not even the sound of swords.

Only the collision sensation from his hand let Mo Fan know that he was still slashing people.

Just when this feeling of disharmony was suppressed to the point of exploding, thousands of swords suddenly rang out in the air, and the absolute silence around him was changed in an instant.

It was a kind of extreme change from static to dynamic, so abrupt that it was like suddenly throwing a person in the volcanic lava into the belly of an iceberg, and the change from extremely quiet to extremely noisy made De Mofan's brain fall into a blank in an instant.

Behind this blank space, a dazzling sword light appeared, slashing at his neck fiercely.

This is not a sword that is forced out of the battlefield, this is a sword that will decide life and death.

Even if Mo Fan fell into a state of loss of consciousness for a moment, he could still feel the killing intent on that sword.

From the fact that the yellow light could not be seen in the darkness, he knew that such a sword could not be rescued even by the Divine Elves.

In the air, thousands of swords slashed down and slashed towards the boy, and behind him, a deadly autumn water sword was about to reach the surface of his skin.

At this critical moment, the boy didn't even have time to touch his upper lip to his lower lip.

In other words, there is no chance to even use the literary technique of 'mouth with Tianxian'.

Faced with this crisis, Mo Fan only did one thing - dragged a black tower out of his dantian.

It was the only life-saving thing he could do.

The shrunken black tower, which was so dark that it was even darker than pure darkness, instantly appeared in the boundless darkness, a sword blade hit the spire, colliding with a golden stone roar, and the small tower floating in the air did not retreat at all, but the vigorous force from the tip of the sword shook Zhou Shiyuan upside down and flew out two meters.

The black tower that appeared in mid-air flashed and disappeared, and was retracted into Mo Fan's dantian world, the boy didn't know if this most secret method had been noticed by someone with a heart, but he couldn't care about that kind of thing, if it wasn't for the black tower in his body at the last moment, this sword would go down, and he would have to be in a different place.

Zhou Chuyuan is indeed not a simple student.

It can be seen from this sword that takes the life.

Fortunately, there was still boundless darkness around, and no one should be able to notice the existence of the Black Tower, Mo Fan secretly comforted himself in his heart.

Xuan Wenhua really didn't notice what was happening on the battle platform, because he had been looking at the two most western people.

Not only him, but all the academy teachers on the big stage were looking at the two women, as well as the countless demons that stretched behind the women.

This kind of situation of being watched by Mangdang has never been encountered in any previous class battle, and these dean-level figures can't help but stare sideways.

The masked woman came here with her apprentice to meet someone.

Now that she saw that person, she and her apprentice were satisfied.

In the eternal darkness, there is no way to know what is happening in the outside world, but at this juncture of life and death, there is no need to go to what happened in the unexpected world.

Mo Fan slowly put the sword in his right hand in his hands, and in the face of the fierce sword rain that fell from the sky, he slashed his sword obliquely.

There were thousands of sword sounds, whistling in the hidden place.

"A sword from the southeast!!"

The invisible sword light went up against the sky, slashing straight towards the boundless sword shadow.

The sword is oblique, and the sword is straight, which is the sword of the swordsman.

The sword shadow in the sky was cut by this slash, and it fell into the darkness in a chaotic manner and disappeared.

The demeanor of the Sword Pavilion is indeed proud of the world.

Mo Fan stood in the darkness, holding his sword in both hands, and the fire in the center of the earth on his body was rolling, driving away all the dark power that had eroded.

It's a pity that the fire in the center of the earth is a nearly dark purple, not as bright as the fire of dryness, and it can shine on the world when it appears.

The boy felt a little sorry for this, looked at Zhou Shiyuan, and asked softly:

"Who are you?"

In the darkness, Zhou Shiyuan was silent, as if he was planning the next fierce attack, and the blow that was certain to kill fell into the air, and the black tower that suddenly appeared really surprised him.

But that's about it.

In the long years of his life, he had seen many strange things, earthly, watery, extraterrestrial, everything, and finally all in his possession.

Some also went into his womb.

He gripped his sword again, looked at the gap in the blade that had been slammed into by the fire of the Earth's Center, and fell into thought.