A flash of shock flashed in the blade's eyes again, and he took a step back, then rushed forward to perform a frantic output.

However, this time the situation was different from last time, Jian Changkong did not push back, but chose to be tough with him.

The spell duel that was originally said to be good, but when it was played, it became a weapon duel after the buff was stacked.

Swords and shadows, milky white light and dark red light continued to light up on the field, and the sand and dust caused by the impact force also began to diffuse.

I have to say that this duel is very immersive and ornamental, Mo Fan sat directly in the audience and shouted for Jian Changkong, as for the three girls, they couldn't put their faces aside and watched the game quietly.

Compared with the previous simple weapon duel, this duel after the blessing of the buff is better-looking, in Mo Fan's eyes, the battle between the two is full of special effects, and from time to time there are a few cool slashes with afterimages, and the sword Changkong has a trick similar to Dugu Jiujian, which almost killed the sword.

At this time, the duel is no longer about the combat strength of the two sides, they are competing for the perception of their own weapons, sword intent to sword intent, sword intent to sword intent.

This kind of competition in artistic conception feels so high in Mo Fan's eyes, although the actions of the two sides are concise and clear, but there is an artistic conception that he can see but can't understand.

Faintly, he felt that on this occasion, it was the wisest choice to perceive "Soldier's Soul".

He didn't cross his knees, he just sat on the chair, leaned forward, his eyes fixed on the battle between the two, and watched the game seriously.

This is not spiritual power cultivation, what he needs now is to find the opportunity that can make him comprehend and break through in the battle.

Qian Yuxi found that Mo Fan, who had been shouting and cheering just now, suddenly quieted down, so she looked sideways, and saw Mo Fan watching the game quietly, and his personality was not as jumpy as before.

She just wanted to ask Mo Fan what was wrong, but found that his eyes seemed to be a little different from before, serious, focused, and without the daily impropriety.

Qian Yuxi resisted the urge to speak, and Meimu looked at Mo Fan silently, thinking, what's wrong with him?

On the field, the advantages and disadvantages of the two finally came out, the sword intent of the sword was weaker, and the sword intent of the sword was still so sharp.

He clutched his two swords, sweating profusely, his previous demeanor had disappeared completely, and he looked a little tired.

The sword was even more miserable, his black suit was pierced by the opponent's sword and several gaps, and his muscular body was half covered and half exposed.

"Hehe, no, right?" Jian Changkong smiled and mocked the sword, "Men should last as long as I do, you can't do it, it's only been a long time, it's empty." ”

Dao Mi said with an unchanged face: "The victory has not yet been revealed, don't be complacent!"

Jian Changkong snorted, "It seems that you are really stupid, you usually say this kind of thing in a duel, and defeat is assured." ”

With that, he raised his hands high, and the two swords fit together, magically fused together, transforming into a sword nearly two meters long and three fingers wide on the sword body.

The hilt of this sword is black throughout, and the sword body is silver-white minimalism, all in all, it is one word, handsome!

Combined Ritual Weapon!

Qian Yuxi didn't expect that the two swords in the sword sky were combined magic weapons, the so-called combined magic weapons are magic weapons that can be fused together to become spiritual weapons, this so-called fusion does not refer to the recasting and fusion during forging, but refers to the effect of instant fusion in daily situations.

Under normal circumstances, the combined magic weapon is no different from the ordinary magic weapon, but once it is combined, its power is no different from that of a spiritual weapon.

Jian Changkong held this spiritual weapon long sword in his right hand, the tip of the sword reached the edge of the sword, his chin rose slightly, and said, "Go on!"

The knife didn't talk nonsense, and rushed straight over.

After a few rounds, the sword was more and more abused, and the sword intent was gradually suppressed by the sword intent.

After merging into a spiritual weapon, Jian Changkong's physical strength decreased rapidly, and the muscles of his entire body were trembling slightly at this time, which was the price of merging.

"The last blow, if you can hold on, you win!" said Jian Changkong.

He took a deep breath and adjusted his state to the best he could achieve so far, his right hand released, and the long sword floated in the air, this is Edgeworth.

His hands kept pinching the handprints on his chest, and he silently recited the mantra in his mouth.

"Don't be stupid, who will wait for you to amplify your moves?" Dao Qi snorted coldly, and rushed directly to the other party and said, at this time, he is the end of the strong crossbow, and the last blow is not only the other party's, but also his own.

You don't play cards with common sense!

Jian Changkong looked at the sword that appeared in front of him, his eyes widened, and he seemed to be a little incredulous.

"You've lost!" the sword didn't speak, but made a gesture, and then the long knife slashed at the sword Changkong's chest.

The golden light of the protective body placed on the contestants lit up, enveloping the entire martial arts hall.

Who will win? Qian Yuxi looked nervously at the field, and then at Mo Fan, who was still "seriously" watching the game.

Meimu looked at him with some resentment, what the hell is this guy doing, the result of the duel is about to be revealed, why is it still like this?

The light on the field gradually faded, and the results were about to be revealed, and everyone held their breath and watched the field quietly.

Light...... Dispersed, and two figures lying on the ground appeared.

Who's protective golden light is stimulated, the audience, you look at me, I look at you, they all want to know the final result.

A dirty man in white, Jian Changkong lay on the ground and coughed up a mouthful of blood, wiped his mouth magnificently, and then raised his right hand and stretched out his index and middle fingers.

"I!

The audience was silent for half a second, followed by enthusiastic cheers.

Great! Qian Yuxi smiled, and then looked at Mo Fan again, what the hell is this guy doing?

Could it be that something is wrong?

Qian Yuxi thought of bad things, and when she saw Mo Fan's state, she couldn't help but worry.

The arm like a blue lotus has been sticking out in the air and retracting, Qian Yuxi is a little entangled, if Mo Fan enters this state on his own, once he wakes him up, wouldn't it be a bad thing?

But if Mo Fan is in trouble, if he doesn't act in time, won't it be a big deal?

After struggling for a long time, Xiao Qi and Xiao Rou also discovered an abnormality, and the three girls went around for Mo Fan.

"Why don't you call my dad over? Qian Yurou said.

Qian Yuxi nodded, intending to call Venerable Qianling.

"What are you looking for uncle?"

Mo Fan's voice suddenly sounded, startling the three of them.

"Are you okay?" Qian Yuxi didn't care about what she had just been taken aback, but instead asked about Mo Fan's condition with concern.

"It's okay!, what can I do?" Mo Fan asked rhetorically.

(End of chapter)