"Brother Mo, why do you collect so many bracelets?", Dongfang Xue asked, glancing at the dozen or so bracelets she was wearing.

"This place is so crowded that I have been looking for a long time to find so many. Dongfang Xue said.

Mo Fan smiled and replied: "Sometimes luck is also a kind of strength, no, the twenty in my hand was taken from one person." ”

Dongfang Xue looked at his bracelet enviously, pursed her lips, put down the cup and got up and said, "Thank you Brother Mo for your hospitality, time waits for no one, I'll set off first." ”

"Huh, are you going to leave quickly?", Mo Fan asked, "Eat a meal and then leave, I'll take you to fly later." ”

Fly with you?

Dongfang Xue tilted her head and thought for a while, "Okay!"

......

......

After chatting for nearly half an hour, the two can be regarded as acquainted, Mo Fan also knows that although Dongfang Xue has a cold temperament, she is still a good person, and she is a little cute in the world, like the sisters of a thousand families, most of them have spent their cultivation in the sect or family, and their social experience is relatively lacking.

"Xiaoxue!", Mo Fan and Dongfang Xue flew in the air, and he said: "There is a person 200 meters ahead, is it you or me?"

"I'll do it myself. Dongfang Snow Road, driving the flying sword to fly in the direction Mo Fan said.

Mo Fan followed slowly behind, and he was not in a hurry.

Dongfang Xue stood on a high branch and saw a man with a big knife walking openly, as if waiting for someone else to send him to the door.

Sensing the gaze above his head, the corners of the man's mouth lifted and said, "The prey has come to the door." ”

Dongfang Xue looked at the man with cold eyes, stepped forward a little, and the whole person rushed down.

"Good time!", the man said, slashing his broadsword into the sky, and the wind around him whistled and followed.

Dongfang Xue didn't dodge, holding a thin sword in his hand, and lightly touching the oncoming blade, with a little momentum of flying immortals outside the sky.

The man's attack was extremely fierce, and Dongfang Xue's counterattack was like a long stream of water, and after the two weapons touched, the reaction force generated caused the two to separate the distance of several meters.

Dongfang Xue rolled over and landed, with that white suit, she looked at ease in this battle.

Mo Fan stood in the air, watching the battle, as if it was the first time he had watched the competition between his fellow monks as a spectator.

To tell the truth, the fight between the two looks very imposing and ornamental, you come and go, the fight is so lively, if you replace Mo Fan on the field, as soon as the space blade comes out, the other party doesn't even have a chance to resist, and it's not interesting at all.

He thought, if you don't keep this thing about spatial talent, if you keep it like this, won't what you have learned before be practiced in vain?

Thinking about this, Mo Fan decided, it is better not to use the bug-level ability of spatial talent in ordinary battles, if it is better to wait until the finals, the two will be inseparable, and then they will go up to a spatial talent and crush each other strongly.

Thinking of this, Mo Fan's secondary two illness has been committed again......

The man was shocked and took a few steps back, realizing that the strength of the woman in front of him was almost the same as his own, and even faintly overpowered him.

Attack! Only when we have the initiative in our hands will victory be in our pockets!

The man held the knife in his right hand and sprinted with a peculiar pace, and soon reached Dongfang Xue.

"Drink!", the man shouted, and the knife in his hand slashed towards Dongfang Xue, the first split, the second split, and the third split......

Although Dongfang Xue was lucky to dodge every time, she was immediately attacked with a knife in the forehead, so that she had to continue to dodge, and she didn't even have a chance to attack.

Mo Fan observed from the perspective of God, now Dongfang Xue has been carried by the man's rhythm, if she doesn't break the game quickly, I'm afraid that in a minute, she will lose!

Come on, little snow girl!

Half a minute passed, the man's knife became faster and faster, and Dongfang Xue's ponytail was shaved off a bit.

"Hmph, hurry up and admit defeat!, or I can't guarantee what will happen then!", the man said.

Dongfang Xue didn't speak, her willpower focused on looking at the knife in front of her, she was waiting for the counterattack.

Seeing that the other party ignored it, the man snorted angrily, the knife in his hand was a little faster, and even the afterimage appeared.

In half a minute, the two kept shifting, and Dongfang Xue was constantly dodging, indirectly taking each other to act.

Seeing that he was attacking more and more focused, Dongfang Xue smiled secretly in his heart.

Although the reflexes required to dodge further back were higher, she had finally achieved her goal.

The jungle is not flat, there will always be some potholes, and before the battle, Dongfang Xue kept this piece of landform in his mind.

Layout is the key to the battle.

At this time, the man's attention was all on his knife, and he didn't notice a small hole under his feet.

When he stepped into it, it didn't throw him off balance, but his rhythm was broken.

He shouted inwardly: Not good!

Dongfang Xue saw that the layout was successful, smiled slightly, and directly pressed the sword against the man's neck, as long as he moved slightly, the blade would pierce his skin.

"You lost!", Dongfang Xue said in a cold voice: "If you don't want to be eliminated, hand over the bracelet." ”

The man glared at Dongfang Xue angrily, wanting to speak, but he couldn't open his mouth when he was held against the sword.

"Three seconds. Dongfang Xue didn't want to waste time with him.

“3、2、1！”

Just when Dongfang Xue wanted to make a move, a talisman appeared in the man's hand and stuck it to his body, and a burst of light on his body blocked the attack.

Sonorous!

Her sword collided with the opponent's body, sending out sparks.

Seeing that the opponent's attack was ineffective, the man was overjoyed and carried a knife to prepare for a new round of attack.

"Hmph!", Dongfang Xue snorted coldly, calmly raising her sword and attacking the other party.

This time the man did not take the initiative, so the advantage is not big, you slash, I stab with a sword, the two of you go back and forth for dozens of rounds, and even the spiritual power is injected into the weapon, and there is still no victory.

Due to the previous onslaught, the man's physical strength fell much faster than Dongfang Xue's, and his attack speed and dodge speed were much slower.

Dongfang Xue noticed the strangeness of the other party and understood the critical period of deciding the winner.

With a slight flick of his wrist, the attack of the sword, which was originally only one sword, turned into hundreds in an instant, which was dazzling and impossible to distinguish between the real and the fake.

"I'll go!, what a cool trick!", Mo Fan, who was watching, exclaimed.

Hundreds of swords, the man couldn't resist at all, and after a few seconds, the sword dance ended.

Dongfang Xue had some beads of sweat on her forehead, she put away her sword and looked at the man who was half-kneeling on the ground.

At this time, he was covered with sword marks, although it looked like a lot, but it didn't hurt the key parts, it was obvious that the opponent's sword was merciful, and as for his big sword, it had already been picked up by the other party and flew away.

(End of chapter)