This is the first time, both sides on the stage can't be provoked, and on the other hand, it's their own people, and they can't die. On the one hand, he is the second son of the Mo family, who can't move. She was as anxious as an ant in a frying pan, jumping straight to her feet.

"Didn't you just say that you set the rules? So why so anxious. Mu Huachen's words were a little teasing.

Peony replied angrily, and didn't pretend to be a goddess of charm, "Because people's backgrounds change the rules casually, do I want to be shameless?" Moreover...... If my mother knew that I used the eldest son of the Mo family as an errand, then I would be even more miserable! I've been hiding it for two years, if this is exposed, who will I get the remaining three years of bets? ”

Since she came out to do business at the age of sixteen, she has only planted here once.

Only one time is allowed!

Mu Huachen hooked his lips and chuckled, his expression was calm, he looked at the two men in the audience who were also calm, and said slowly: "You understand these truths, and he understands them." ”

Peony'er sank her eyes and didn't speak again.

Mo Zaoji first moved his hand, but before he raised his feet, his figure had already flashed in front of Mo Dengfeng, and the feather fan sword was extremely soft, swinging towards Mo Dengfeng like a whip.

Dengfeng clenched the hilt of his sword tightly, and the blood-sucking sword was drawn, and a sharp edge flashed.

"Qiang—"

The two swords collided, and the lupine sword was directly wrapped around the vampire sword, and it was deadlocked.

Neither side has used the strength of the Qi family, nor has they used the Mo family sword, they are just testing each other.

"Big brother, it seems that you neglected your cultivation for the sake of beauty." Mo Zaoji said sarcastically, sneered, and then withdrew his feather fan sword, and jumped back to widen the distance between the two: "The strength has actually retreated to the middle stage of the Yuan Infant!" ”

Mo Dengfeng held the sword, his expression was the same as before, there was no change, and he did not move.

Mo Zaoji sneered, and set off again, the thirteen styles of the Mo family's swordsmanship - dragonfly and water.

The feather fan sword shook rapidly, entangled with Mo Zaoji's power of Xuan Qi, and quickly attacked towards Mo Dengfeng.

Mo Dengfeng lifted his sword, and just as he was about to swing it, his movements stopped.

The thirteen styles of the Mo family swordsmanship can be offset by the first style of the Mo family's swordsmanship, but it is a pity that it ...... He swore that he would not use the Mo family's sword technique for five years.

Seeing the feather fan sword quickly attacking, there was no other way.

"Retreat, raise the sword, take your right foot as the center, swing horizontally, and resist with the power of Xuan Qi."

Mu Huai, who was covered by the aura of the two Mo Dengfeng brothers and had no sense of existence, suddenly spoke up, which surprised everyone.

Listening to the young man's indifferent voice, Mo Dengfeng was stunned for a moment, without any room for thinking, and followed Mu Huai's instructions to move.

Stepping back, he didn't say a few steps back, but as a swordsman, he intuitively took three steps back, raised the sword with his right hand, flush with his waist, the lupine sword just fell on his left, his right foot rotated half a circle in the center, and the sword was swung up.

Another "bang-"

The two swords collided again, however, at this time, when the feather fan sword once again wanted to entangle the vampire sword, Mo Dengfeng used the power of Xuan Qi and directly flicked the feather fan sword away.

Mo Zaoji was stunned for a moment, only to see the feather fan sword bent backwards towards him in mid-air.

This...... It's not just brute force, the strength is just right, just enough for the trajectory of the lupine sword to counterattack back in his direction!

Mo Zaoji didn't have time to look at Mu Huai, who was giving instructions behind him, and when he was about to dodge, he listened-

"Strike forward at the ankle of his right leg."

Mu Huai's voice came again.

Mo Dengfeng quickly moved four steps forward, attacking the position of Mo Zaoji's right leg ankle bone, and the thick ink that could not be dissolved under his eyes became heavier.