After eating and drinking, the two of them had nothing to do, so they planned to compete.

Qian Yuxi used a sword, and Mo Fan used a stick, agreeing not to use tricks or spiritual power, and simply test the use of weapons.

The two were five meters away from each other, Qian Yuxi held the snow blowing sword in his right hand, and his left hand behind him, pointing at Mo Fan, with a unique momentum that had been practicing swords for many years.

On the other hand, Mo Fan, he has only been in contact with the stick method for half a year, and he does not have that unique momentum, but because of the long-term study of "Soldier Soul", although there is no small success, just getting started gave him a lot of gains.

danced a stick flower, and the long stick was like a part of himself in his hand, controlled as he wanted.

"Come on!", Mo Fan said to Qian Yuxi, rushing towards the other party.

The Great Sage Stick Master Attack, there is a good saying, the best defense is to attack, and if you can't beat the opponent, then you don't need to defend.

Mo Fan quickly rushed in front of Qian Yuxi, first smashed forward with a stick, and was stabbed by Qian Yuxi with a sword, without causing any damage.

Mo Fan took advantage of the strength to put the stick back, with the waist as the axis, the legs were accumulated, and after the stick was withdrawn, he stabbed forward violently, this stab was extremely fierce, Qian Yuxi saw that the situation was not good, his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and he didn't dare to catch it with his sword, so he had to retreat to avoid the attack.

Cloak stick, there is no specific rule, the main thing is a feeling, find your own law in the stick, so that the other party can not parry, caught off guard, it can be said that there is no trick to win.

With a few sticks on his face, Qian Yuxi couldn't see through Mo Fan's routine, although it wasn't a stick pressing, but he couldn't guess what he would do with the next stick, sometimes it was better to sweep the next stick, but he smashed it forward with a stick, which caught people off guard.

Qian Yuxi felt that if she was pressed and beaten like this again, she would be hit sooner or later, so she hurriedly retreated a few steps in a row, widening the distance and giving herself some respite.

"Whew!!", Mo Fan stuck the stick upright in the soil, a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, this was the first time he had used the cloak stick to the extreme.

Qian Yuxi broke away from Mo Fan's onslaught, recovered her state, and pointed her sword at Mo Fan, this time, she occupied the main offensive advantage.

The two of you come and go, Qian Yuxi keeps piercing, and Mo Fan resists with a stick, although Qian Yuxi's attack does not look violent, but the sword and sword are close to the point, and they are interlocking, pressing step by step, so that Mo Fan can only retreat to resist.

Although the two have different offensive styles, Mo Fan seems to be extremely fierce and the sky is cracking, while Qian Yuxi is like an endless ocean, seemingly without waves, but in fact the waves are turbulent and secretly murderous, but as long as the two have the advantage, the indomitable momentum is the same.

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The two fought for nearly half an hour, during which they fought nearly a hundred back and forth in total, you come and go, you attack and defend, and compete with each other.

Finally......

After all, the quick one can't withstand the sword intent that has been trained for a long time, Qian Yuxi relied on his own comprehension of the sword to pierce Mo Fan's defense, and the tip of the sword was against his throat, as long as he went a few millimeters further, he could pierce the skin and see blood.

The two put away their weapons, Qian Yuxi's eyes turned into a crescent moon with a smile, and said, "I can finally win you in one aspect!"

Mo Fan scratched his head, not knowing how to say yes.

"It's still a long time before it's over!", Qian Yuxi said: "I just fought with you, and the last sword made me feel something, I want to cultivate first!"

"Well, then you can go, I will protect the Dharma for you. Mo Fan touched his nose, after all, he lost a game, and he planned to open a League of Legends to kill the Quartet to relieve the unhappiness in his heart.

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There were only a few minutes left before entering the secret realm 72 hours, and Mo Fan and Qian Yuxi had already finished what they were doing, quietly waiting for the spatial power in their bodies to be automatically activated.

"Yu Xi, is it an ordinary one-on-one qualifier after the knockout round?", Mo Fan asked.

"I'm not sure. Qian Yuxi shook his head, "If it was the previous martial arts meeting, it would have been like this, but since this session was held in cooperation with the state, I don't know if it will be changed." ”

Hearing Qian Yuxi say this, Mo Fan thought of the Xiuzhen Academy that had not yet opened, and he was a little excited in his heart, and said, "I didn't expect that I could usher in this era of aura recovery, tsk." ”

"Yes, the world is unpredictable!", Qian Yuxi also said, after all, they are all young people, thinking that she is suddenly at the forefront of a large number of peers, she can't help but feel a burst of joy in her heart, she said: "In the future, it will be the era of high martial arts! I don't know if there will be anything more interesting, such as ...... Aliens?"

Mo Fan smiled: "This is really possible!"

After chatting for a while, 72 hours arrived, a white light flashed on the two of them, and after enveloping their whole bodies and then fading again, the figures of the two disappeared in the secret realm.

His eyes were in a trance, and when Mo Fan opened his eyes again, he returned to the fighting arena of the Martial Arts Association, in addition to Qian Yuxi beside him, Jian Changkong was also there, but looking at his somewhat tattered clothes and the two swords in his hands, he might still be fighting with others in the secret realm.

Jian Changkong saw that he returned to the martial arts field, breathed a sigh of relief, put away the sword, and sat on the ground to rest.

"I said, Brother Changkong, what's wrong with you?", Mo Fan asked.

Jian Changkong took a few Qi and Blood Pills to recover some of his strength, stood up and said with a wry smile: "Don't mention it, my unlucky one, it was about to end, but I was cut off, and a person with similar strength to me attacked me, I have been fighting with him for a long time, fortunately, my strength is not weak, and he didn't grab the bracelet." ”

"Tsk, that's clatter. Mo Fan said, looking at Jian Changkong behind him, a handsome man in purple walked towards him.

"Brother Changkong, is the person who fought with you just now dressed in purple, looks a little handsome, and the weapon is a thick sword with a somewhat wide shape?", Mo Fan asked.

"Huh, how do you know?", Jian Changkong asked with a glare, and after speaking, he keenly noticed that there was a pair of eyes staring at him behind him, and hurriedly turned his head.

"It's you!", Jian Changkong quickly pulled out his sword and aimed it at him, "What's the matter?

"What's your name?", the man in purple asked in a cold tone as he looked at Jian Changkong.

Jian Changkong also snorted and said, "Dao Sword Changkong, do you have any advice?"

"Sword Changkong?", the purple-clothed man Danfeng's eyes narrowed, then he turned around and left, he said as he walked: "Yehui, see you in the martial arts field next time, I won't let you escape again!"

Yehui, that is, the name of the man in purple, Mo Fan thought in his heart, this name has gay in gay, good mother......

(End of chapter)