Mo Fan's originally somewhat unserious expression suddenly became solemn, and he felt that this sword was a threat to him.

Trying to take a few steps back, the sword followed him without following the trajectory and slashing to the ground.

Mo Fan shook his head helplessly, put away the stick, and took a few steps back to open the distance, he didn't ask the sword to disappear, he just gave himself some time.

He took a deep breath, stood firm in his lunge, bent his upper body to the right, and held the ball with both hands.

When the audience saw Mo Fan's action, the young monks were boiling.

"My God, Mo Qianqiu shouldn't want to use that trick, right?"

"Looks like it!"

"Mom! I didn't expect to be able to see the Turtle School Qigong in my lifetime! I don't know when I will be able to see and hear the domineering power?"

“......”

Qian Yuxi looked at Mo Fan on the field, and couldn't help but laugh like a silver bell, I didn't expect such a thing to happen in a good competition, Mo Fan is really good, any style of painting can lead to deviation.

Mo Fan listened to the discussion around him, and smiled at the corner of his mouth, what he wanted was this effect, the sword was getting closer and closer, and Mo Fan said: "Mo!

The time of the three words was very fast, and in Mo Fan's hands, visible to the naked eye, a spinning ball appeared, which was qigong in the end, and did not have a color glow like in the anime.

"Gong!"

The cyclone ball instantly increased to the size of a basketball, Mo Fan pushed his palms forward, and the cyclone ball flew towards the sword, and after colliding together, the cyclone ball seemed to have a violent reaction, pumping the gas within a radius of ten meters to this side, and the momentum was not small. And the sword mangs are not bad, although the momentum is still the same, but the bright green mangs are still unabated under the impact of the cyclone ball, as if they don't work, but if you look closely, you can still find that the speed of the sword mangs has slowed down a bit.

Seeing this, Mo Fan no longer possed, and directly generated a cyclone ball in his left and right hands and hit it.

It seems that it can't be called Mo School Qigong, Mo Fan thought to himself, it is very similar to the Spiral Pill, but you can't plagiarize as a person!

After thinking for a while, he generated another cyclone ball and threw it over, while shouting loudly, "Storm Bomb!"

Sword Sky: "......"

He stood in the distance with a wooden sword in his hand and watched Mo Fan perform a fancy solo show in the center of the martial arts arena, feeling that he was an outsider, and the attention of the entire audience was on Mo Fan's body, he looked at his senior brother and master, and found that they were all looking at Mo Fan, and for a moment, his heart was cold.

It took more than a dozen storm bombs to deal with that sword ray, even for Mo Fan, the sudden consumption of spiritual power at this moment gave him a little headache.

"Brother Changkong, you can do this trick! it's fierce enough!" Mo Fan rarely complimented.

Sword Sky: "......"

You haven't been hurt at all, so what's the use of being so fierce?

Mo Fan rubbed his temples and said, "Then it's my turn to make a move now!"

The Imperial Qi Jue worked again, and Mo Fan let the strong wind pour into Jian Changkong's mouth and nose, intending to win the game in one fell swoop.

"Hmph, I already knew you were going to do this!" Sword Changkong smiled slightly, holding the sword in his right hand, and pinching a handprint with his left hand, the trick that the sword usually uses to prevent strong winds is properly used here.

Kindness?

Mo Fan couldn't help but marvel when he saw that this move was broken by the sword in the sky.

"Brother Changkong, you are more powerful than I thought!" Mo Fan praised again solemnly.

Sword Sky: "......"

Since he came on the court, he has used two moves, one to attack and one to defend, the offense was unsuccessful, and the defense was completed, which is considered powerful?

Today, I really went out without looking at the yellow calendar, and everything went wrong!

With a depressed attitude, Jian Changkong swung a few sword qi out, but he didn't use the sword heart because he couldn't afford it.

Mo Fan took out the stick again, and broke the sword qi one by one in three or two clicks, he saw that the other party's interest was not high, thought about it, and asked, "Brother Changkong, how much money did you just bet in Wanbao Pavilion?"

"Twenty high-grade spirit stones. Jian Changkong replied casually, and then raised his head again, yes! I bet on twenty high-grade spirit stones, and when converted into low-grade spirit stones, there are 200,000 yuan, which is a lot of money!

His eyes were full of fighting intent, he couldn't lose, if he lost, it meant that the small treasury was gone!

The right foot took a heavy step forward, and the sword regained its majesty in the sky, and came to Mo Fan as quickly as a cannonball, using his spiritual power to play a set of swordsmanship.

"Lost Sword Technique!"

The name of the move was shouted, and the figure of the sword in the sky instantly became five, and all of them were real and virtual, which was very magical.

Mo Fan raised his eyebrows, calmly casting the stick against the rain, not afraid of the other party's sword tricks.

The sword shadows are everywhere, Mo Fan's stick is not all-round defense after all, and a few swords have been drawn on his body, but it is not a big problem, let alone the skin, and he has not broken the ink armor that turned into a cos.

The sword trick disappeared, and the sword appeared in front of Mo Fan, his face was a little pale, and it seemed that he had consumed too much.

Mo Fan put away his stick, intending to change the attack method.

"Brother Changkong, are you tired?" Mo Fan asked.

"Huh?" Jian Changkong didn't understand why the other party would ask this question on such an occasion.

Mo Fan said to himself: "Then let me present a song for you to relieve fatigue!"

With that, he took out the cold sound jade flute, his lips lightly pressed against the flute, and he used his spiritual power to start playing.

The beautiful melody sounded, and the people in the audience listened to it, but they just thought that the flute sound was very beautiful, but the sword was different, and Mo Fan chose him for the effect, so ......

"Sister, why is Brother Sword Changkong standing still?" asked Qian Yurou, looking at Jian Changkong who was stuck in a stupor.

"It should have been Mo Fan's illusion. Qian Yuxi guessed, she had never seen Mo Fan use this trick, looking at it like this, it shouldn't be the first time she used it.

About ten seconds passed, Mo Fan stopped playing, and Jian Changkong returned to normal, and he sat on the ground with an even more pale face, gasping for breath for a while, before realizing that he was out of danger.

"How is it? are you still here?" asked Mo Fan by shaking the jade flute in front of the sword Changkong.

"Come!"

Very surprising answer, Mo Fan didn't expect that Jian Changkong's will would be so firm, and he dared to continue after being like this, no wonder he could win the sword.

didn't continue to use the flute, Mo Fan put it away, stretched out a hand towards the sword Changkong, and the other party was not polite, pulled it, and got up from the ground with strength.

"Brother Changkong, I won't bully you anymore, you use the strongest trick to attack me, I don't dodge, if it happens, you win, if I take it, then you automatically admit defeat, what?" Mo Fan made a suggestion: "I don't want us to go from friends to enemies because of a game." ”

"I'm not so stingy!" replied the sword commander hollow and wide, "Then do as you say!"

"Good!"

(End of chapter)