The first time they met, neither of the two could take the advantage, Mo Fan smiled at the corner of his mouth, and it seemed that he could fight happily.

Long Jingtian looked at Mo Fan's smile, and he also laughed heroically, without talking too much nonsense, his spiritual power ran to the whole body, increasing the strength of his physique, and then rushed up to fight Mo Fan again.

With a flash of his fist, he swung towards Mo Fan like a meteor hammer, and the strong wind generated by the speed ruffled a few strands of hair on Mo Fan's forehead.

Mo Fan didn't use his spiritual power, he still fought with the other party with pure physical strength, crossed his arms, blocked Long Jingtian's heavy punch, and at the same time, a sliding step came to Long Jingtian's left side, and then swung out his left fist and hit Long Jingtian's left abdomen.

The other party took this punch hard, his brows furrowed slightly, but he did not hesitate to swing his left palm and slap it on Mo Fan's chest.

Not to mention that the fist is as strong as the wind, the palm of the dragon is also quite imposing, Mo Fan can't dodge, and he can only tighten his chest muscles, trying to offset some strength to withstand this palm.

With a bang, Mo Fan only felt that the inside of his body was shaken, and the feeling of nausea and vomiting hit him.

He forcibly suppressed the disgusting sensation and quickly dodged the dragon's terrifying whip legs.

"Oh no, Mo Fan is at a disadvantage. Qian Yuxi said worriedly.

"Don't worry, not necessarily. Senior Long hugged his arms and said, although he is not a practical combat monk, he has a lot of experience, and this kind of battle between budding monks can still be seen thoroughly.

He said to everyone: "They are only in the tentative stage now, they have not burst out of their true strength, both of them have been hit by each other, at first glance, it is Mo Qianqiu who has fallen into the disadvantage, but in fact, it is not necessarily, because Mo Fan is pure physical strength, and Xiaolong has used spiritual power to increase." ”

"Senior, why can't I see that you want your son to win?" Jian Changkong couldn't help but ask, he had also discovered a few times before, Uncle Long didn't pay much attention to Long's earth-shattering cultivation and competition.

Uncle Long smiled and said: "Young people have young people's ideas, I'm just a fairy chef, and I don't have anything to fight for fame and fortune, Xiaolong's victory or defeat is his own business, I just hope that he will go out to make friends more, and it will be enough for him to grow up safely." ”

After hearing these words, everyone also remembered their parents, who did not ask for much success outside, but only hoped to be able to return home safely and spend a leisure day with them.

Shifting his gaze to the field, Long Jingtian, who used his spiritual power, gradually gained the advantage after several encounters.

Mo Fan gritted his teeth, knowing that if he didn't use some of his strength, he might lose.

After fighting and retreating, he finally found the space where the dragon was shocking.

Musou mode, on!

Mo Fan's figure instantly grew ten centimeters taller, as tall as the dragon, his fingernails became jet-black and long, and the color of his pupils turned bewitching blood red.

Relative to this, the change in Mo Fan's clothes is the most conspicuous.

The earthy yellow of the main body of the clothes has turned into a black battle suit with a blood-red pattern, the texture of the red gloves and boots has been upgraded and turned into a dark red, as for the cloak, it has become like a battle, the original neat trapezoidal shape has become a rag mixed with black and red, and the momentum of Mo Fan's whole person has become more evil and terrifying under the blessing of this clothes.

"En?" Seeing this scene, Venerable Qianling behind the scene couldn't help frowning, he had seen this kid's peerless mode, but he didn't expect that only a few months later, it would become like this, and at first glance it looked a bit like a demon cultivator.

Demon cultivation is not an evil cultivation, there have been two ways of immortals and demons in the world since ancient times, but some people mistakenly distinguish the two paths into good and evil.

Good and evil are only in one thought, and most monks know this sentence, power does not distinguish between good and evil, so they do not reject demon cultivation, they reject evil cultivation that cultivates evil exercises and harms people's lives.

Long Jingtian was only surprised by Mo Fan's change in an instant, and then continued to attack.

The right fist smashed like a cannonball, Mo Fan was extremely fast, but he didn't seem to be in a hurry to raise his palm to cover the opponent's fist.

What?!Long Jingtian didn't expect that Mo Fan, who was originally on the same level as himself, would be able to easily catch his attack after changing his form.

Mo Fan opened his mouth and smiled, with heterochromatic red pupils, he was inexplicably a little crazy.

He grabbed the dragon's shocking fist and smashed it hard, although it was not enough to break the bone, but it also made it painful.

Feeling the intense pain coming from his wrist, Long Jingtian endured it, and kicked his legs towards Mo Fan, trying to get rid of the other party's entanglement.

Seeing the attacking feet, Mo Fan stretched out his left hand, his forearm was placed horizontally in front of his chest, and he didn't move a step even though the other party kicked him.

This is good, not only did he not get rid of it, but also because of the strenuous physical activity, his wrist was more painful, and Long felt that as long as there was some more pressure, his bones would definitely break.

Different from the other party's mentality, Mo Fan was feeling in his heart at this time that he could reach the realm of complete abuse in the same level under his peerless mode.

"Shanshan, you can help me test the data and compare the Musou mode with the physical fitness under normal conditions. When fighting against Long Jingtian, Mo Fan did not forget to tell He Shanshan about it.

"Musou mode improves your physical fitness by a factor of five, and your nails also contain a slight toxin, which can be paralyzed by a slight scratch. He Shanshan said.

"There are such operations!" Mo Fan realized that his nails were not only used to be handsome, but also had the effect of paralyzing!

He looked at the wrist of Long Jingtian that he was holding with his right hand, and bent his fingers slightly, intending to give Long Jingtian a wound.

Sensing the other party's intentions, although he didn't know what the effect would be, it would definitely be very unfavorable to himself, Long Jingtian thought to himself, and the spiritual power that had already been waiting in the veins worked instantly.

Mo Fan's nails just pierced Long Jingtian's skin, but he found that the other party's skin was as hard as a rock.

"Huh?"

Just when Mo Fan was puzzled, the sixth sense told him to let go quickly, but Mo Fan didn't want to think about it, so he just let go and retreated two steps.

A dragon roar came from the dragon's terrifying mouth, resounding throughout the martial arts arena.

Mo Fan saw that Long Jingtian was the same as him, his form had changed with the naked eye, his body had grown to two meters tall, his skin had turned earthy yellow, and most importantly, his forehead had two small horns, his eyes had turned into vertical pupils, and the momentum of the whole person had also undergone earth-shaking changes.

"Dragonization. The dragon senior standing in the audience looked like he was watching the show and said: "This is Xiaolong's hole card! I didn't expect the two to fight this one." ”

"Longhua, senior, can you explain it in detail?" asked Qian Yuxi.

"You can understand it as a sword heart like a sword in the sky, a kind of amplification state. Uncle Long said.

(End of chapter)