Chapter 797: The Final Duel (4)

Suddenly remembering that Gong Yutian forced out all his tricks, Mo Yan reacted in hindsight, it turned out that these two people had been premeditated, and their tricks were almost learned by others, and they were still hairy!

Mo Yan simply admitted defeat!

"I wonder why you are so powerful with the same sword move?" Mo Yan's nature is not bad, it can be seen from his willingness to guide his junior brother Qin Feng on the battle platform, but he is a martial idiot, no, it is not so much a martial idiot, but a sword idiot.

Now that I see that the Ten Thousand Swords Technique that someone has displayed is stronger, I naturally want to ask for advice.

Yeyun put away the Tiangang sword and said, "Your sword is too gorgeous, too gorgeous, but it will be flashy, the sword itself is light and smart, fast, attack-based, and defense-based, and the sword itself is about winning with strange moves...... Where to practice the sword...... Practice swordsmanship again, and gradually move the sword into a momentum......"

Yeyun Peipei talked, and said Bai Luo's words to Mo Yan.

Suddenly, Mo Yanmao suddenly opened, his eyes were full of fanaticism, and he couldn't wait to go back to the sect to practice swords immediately, and his eyes were full of excitement when he looked at Yeyun.

"Night Seventeen, I didn't expect your swordsmanship to reach such a level, thanks to my Mo Yan has always claimed to be the number one swordsman, compared to you, I feel extremely guilty, I ...... It's a complete insult to the sword, and I will definitely learn the sword in the future, and I will remember your teachings today. ”

Mo Yan said that he solemnly knelt down and gave Ye Seventeen a big gift, which instantly frightened a lot of people.

"Oh my god! How did I see that Moyan knelt down for Night Seventeen? ”

"I also saw it, Mo Yan shouldn't be stupid, right?"

"It's terrifying!"

Yeyun was also frightened and hurriedly stopped Moyan, but was refused.

"I can't miss this gift, these words may not be enough for you, but the great meaning to me is for the rest of my life, night seventeen, great gratitude."

"It's not enough to worry about it, you better get up quickly!" Ye Yun couldn't cry or laugh a little, "If you don't get up again, those geniuses of your Ten Thousand Sword Sect will swallow me alive." ”

"They dare!"

Mo Yan frowned, and immediately shouted.

He Moyan is also proud, but his pride is different from Xiao Muyu and them, some people can afford to lose, and some people can't afford to lose.

Some people care about face, and Mo Yan also cares, but he still kneels down to Yeyun!

This kneeling is not an insult, but his respect.

Mo Yan stepped off the battle platform, and this game naturally belonged to Yeyun's victory!

As everyone knows, these words will become the first Sword Sect in the Quartet Group, the Grandmaster of the Sword!

Everyone under the battle platform was shocked by this result, not to mention what Mo Yan knelt for, just the moment Ye Yun cast the Ten Thousand Sword Sect sword technique, the whole audience was already in an uproar, even Ling Tianyu turned his eyes on her, but anyone with a little strength could see that Ye Yun's sword moves were stronger.

Regarding Mo Yan's actions, several old guys from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect didn't say much, but secretly felt relieved, they couldn't be more clear about their disciple's temperament, and now it was better to lose in the hands of Ye Seventeen.

The martial arts path is itself a competition.

Either you step on my top, or I step on you on top.

With competition, there is a goal, so that progress is faster, which is a good thing.

Ling Tianyu's fingers tapped lightly, and said secretly: With Mo Yan's temperament, he will kneel in public, and I am afraid that he has gained a lot of benefits.