Putting the stick on his shoulder, Mo Fan looked at the three people opposite him playfully, and said domineeringly: "From now on, for 10,000 years, you will all remember Lao Tzu's name!"

Thousands of years, start here!

After saying this, everyone noticed that the momentum on Mo Fan's body began to rise, and a temperament of arrogance and self-esteem rose spontaneously.

In addition to the audience, the most surprised were Mo Fan's allies.

She looked at the broad back in front of her, and thought to herself, "It turns out that this is Mo Qianqiu." ”

Suddenly, the long sword in the moon wheel's hand was replaced by two semi-circular arc-shaped scimitars, and when the two scimitars overlapped each other, they were the appearance of a circular wheel.

When the two people on the opposite side saw Mo Fanyue's appearance, they were stunned for a moment, and then launched another attack.

The dragon descended first, the little white dragon followed with his backhand, and Yehui hid behind the two, taking advantage of Mo Fan's two not paying attention, he made up the knife and made up the black hand.

Mo Fan did not use the ink armor, but continued to use the stick, casting the stick against the rain, and at the same time of continuous defense, he used his strength to fight and return all his strength.

This trick is much more subtle than Tai Chi, and it is the most powerful to use in battle, especially when being beaten.

The dragon is very aggrieved, obviously there are two people on his side, but he has no advantage at all in fighting.

He was obviously stabbed by a spear, and it didn't matter if he was blocked by Mo Fan, his gun almost injured the little white dragon by mistake, and the little white dragon's killing was also, and he was blocked by Mo Fan's stick, and he came at him.

It's wicked!

The dragon clan is very arrogant, being teased by Mo Fan like this, it completely aroused anger, the dragon groaned, flew into the air, and the dragon seemed to understand something, and quickly retreated, not entangled with Mo Fan.

I saw that the little white dragon was aimed at Mo Fan, opened its big mouth, and a large fireball with a diameter of one meter was aimed at Mo Fan.

Mo Fan calmly retreated a few steps, dodged the little white dragon's fireball attack, and complained by the way: "Aren't you spicy?"

The little white dragon was very angry, and sent out five big fireballs in a row.

It turns out that the effect of continuous fire is better than that of a single shot, although Mo Fan dodged a fireball, but the continuous fireballs came one after another, although he successfully dodged it, but the corner of his clothes was burned by the fireball, burning a small piece.

Seeing that his attack was effective, the little white dragon wanted to do a few more, but found that he couldn't spit out fireballs.

The dragon descended secretly, and the little white dragon's offensive means were exhausted.

Mo Fan saw that the little white dragon was dumbfounded, smiled a little, and said, "I said it, right? Fireballs can't spit out and hurt your throat, come and I'll help you cool down." ”

The air is formless and substantial, but imagine for yourself, a very strong wind deliberately drills into your mouth and nose, and the strong discomfort of the internal organs makes you feel the urge to retch.

The little white dragon only experienced two seconds, and with a bang, it fell from the air to the ground, pumping and pumping, which made people feel pitiful.

"Xiaobai!" the dragon shouted, then glared at Mo Fan angrily, raised his spear and slashed at Mo Fan, now he has lost a big help, and only by attacking can he win.

Mo Fan parried unhurriedly, ignoring the preparation of the opportunity to move Yehui.

The moon wheel, which had been on the edge just now, finally had a chance to appear, she saw that Yehui was about to sneak attack Mo Fan, and the scimitar in her right hand flew towards him, Yehui saw that she was discovered, and quickly put away her weapon to dodge the flying weapon.

The scimitar flew out like a dart, spun around and flew back again.

Yuelun caught the scimitar and rushed towards Yehui ghostly, she is not a vase, she must maintain her strength image!

Yehui saw the moon wheel coming, although he wanted to avoid the war, but it was almost impossible, there was a little white dragon to reduce his sense of existence before, and now the little white dragon fell to the ground, two against two, no matter how to reduce the sense of existence, it was useless, it was very conspicuous.

"Where to go!" Yuelun injected spiritual power into the scimitar, and the scimitar blade ignited a layer of flames, her delicate body twisted, and the scimitar slashed directly at the night glow.

Yehui raised his sword to resist, parrying the scimitar of the moon wheel, but found that the flames on her scimitar were actually transmitted to his own sword, he quickly pulled the weapon away, not to contact the moon wheel, if it was a second late, the flame would probably have to burn to his hand.

The cold weapon duel is over, and then it's the turn of the spiritual power to shine.

The dragon descends and infuses the spear with spiritual power, and the tip of the spear lights up with a little edge, and the pace and spear moves are unleashed.

"Gun rain!" "Gun rain!" The dragon took a step forward with his right foot, and the long sword pointed directly at Mo Fan, the original stab, the speed was even faster, and countless afterimages appeared, just like rain, although I could see the rain, but if I looked closely, I couldn't even see the trajectory of a drop of water.

When Mo Fan saw the dragon descending this trick, he raised his eyebrows, a little threatening!

He injected spiritual power into the purple gold stick, activated the thunder and lightning formation on it, and cast the stick when it rained.

Zizizizi!

The dragon only felt a numbness in his arm, and then his whole body stiffened.

He saw Mo Fan on the opposite side and smiled, and said: "This classmate, please study physics knowledge, metals are conductive, your gun rain is really powerful, but as long as I take it all, I will definitely find the truth!"

Descending Dragon: "......"

The stick is still electrified.

Mo Fan flicked at the center of the dragon's eyebrows, and his whole body fell to the ground stiff and motionless.

"Don't worry, this thunder and lightning can only paralyze you for five minutes, and there will be no sequelae. Mo Fan said to the dragon very intimately, and then stabbed the little white dragon who was looking uncomfortable next to him with a stick.

Well, that's called being prepared.

Mo Fan looked at the moon wheel who was fighting against Yehui, according to the long-term relationship with He Shanshan, he understood a little, the competitive tsundere girl can solve the matter by herself, she doesn't need other people to help, if she helps, she will definitely blow up.

Yehui noticed that his teammates were already lying on the ground, and the pressure surged, and he was a little sluggish in the face of the crazy slashing of the moon ring.

Yuelun noticed that Yehui's eyes were a little distracted, and the scimitar that was originally about to swing forward changed its form and flew directly over.

Not good!

Nightglow found that Tsuki's rotation had changed the pace of attack, and she knew that she had made a big mistake and couldn't get distracted in the battle.

He quickly retreated to one side to dodge the throwing knife, only to find that Moon Wheel was slashing at the throwing knife with his right hand, and the sharp blade and blazing flames were getting closer and closer......

Swish!

When he opened his eyes again, he found that the clothes on his chest had been scratched, and Yuelun looked at him indifferently and said, "You lost." ”

Yehui's eyes were a little complicated, and when he saw that Yuelun's two-handed weapons had been put down, he raised the long sword in his hand and stabbed it.

(End of chapter)