Walking on the stage, Mo Fan saw the sword Changkong opposite, and said with a smile: "When you get on stage, you have to do it later, I'm a little excited." ”

Jian Changkong didn't answer him, but looked at the audience outside the arena with a depressed face, and he found that they were all discussing Mo Fan, to be precise, discussing his cosy suit.

"It seems that I'm more popular!" Mo Fan touched his nose, looked around the audience with a smile, and found where Qian Yuxi and the others were.

As he thought before, Qian Yuxi and Xiao Qi were holding LED light panels in their hands, which were particularly eye-catching in the vast audience.

"Sword in the sky!"

The other side of the audience sounded the word Sword Changkong, Mo Fan's attention was turned to that side, and he saw a middle-aged man with two young people cheering for Sword Changkong.

"They?" asked Mo Fan.

"Master and two brothers. Jian Changkong replied, a smile appeared on his face again, and it seemed that he felt that he had won a game in comparison with Mo Fan.

Mo Fan shrugged and didn't say anything.

Shuxiu took the stage, explained the rules of the game, and distributed them with a golden talisman of body protection.

Mo Fan looked at the golden talisman in his hand, this is the third level of the talisman seal, the lowest level is yellow, the second level is silver, and the fourth, that is, the highest level is purple.

This was the second time he had seen the golden talisman, and the first time was the talisman given to him by Shuxiu.

According to the instructions of the Shushu Institute, as long as the talisman seal is placed close to the body, when there is a fatal threat or a fatal blow, the talisman seal will be automatically activated, and similarly, activating it means that this duel is lost.

After putting the talisman seal away, Shu Xiu stepped off the stage and signaled for the game to begin.

"Brother Mo, I've done my best!" Jian Changkong said, the sword intent on his body increased dramatically, the robe was windless, and he held the sword in both hands, his sword eyebrows and starry eyes, his momentum rose.

On the contrary, Mo Fan, he was not as immortal as the other party, he took out the purple gold stick plainly, stood the stick on the ground, and looked at the other party quietly without extra movements.

Sword Sky: "......"

It's so embarrassing, Jian Changkong didn't expect him to have such an aura at the beginning, Mo Fan actually responded like this, and he couldn't achieve the effect he wanted at all.

"I'm on!" Jian Changkong said with relief from embarrassment, and then the whole person began to enter the state.

Mo Fan still didn't move, he blinked, and the sword that was originally a few meters away appeared in front of him, and the long sword in his right hand swept away, as if to cut his throat.

I have to say that it was the first time for Mo Fan to have this kind of experience, and the feeling of Jian Feng rubbing his throat was very exciting, he took a step back, and then the long stick stabbed forward, directly reaching the opponent's abdomen.

This stab was a subconscious action, and it didn't use much force, Jian Changkong smiled disdainfully, and mocked: "Is that all you have at this level?"

The spiritual power ran to the formation in the stick, and the corners of Mo Fan's mouth raised.

The inexplicable sixth sense made Jian Changkong feel the danger, and he hurriedly took a step back, finding that the stick in the opponent's hand was charged again.

"Wouldn't it?" Sword Changkong wept sadly, his two swords were metal, and as long as they were touched by his stick, they would definitely conduct electricity.

Mo Fan smiled, and said happily: "My formation is super durable, even if you use spiritual power to open for an hour, there is no problem, Brother Changkong, don't you want to fight?"

Sword Sky: "......"

"That's what you said. Jian Changkong said in a deep voice, it seemed that he had found a way to deal with it.

Putting away the two swords, Jian Changkong took out a wooden sword that he usually needed to practice kendo, and he planned to use this to fight.

"Aren't you afraid of being broken by me?" Mo Fan looked at the wooden sword in Jian Changkong's right hand and couldn't help but ask.

"Don't worry, it's hard to want to be bad. Jian Changkong replied, looking very confident in his tone.

Mo Fan shrugged his shoulders, turned off the thunder and lightning formation, and rushed directly to fight him.

One with sticks, the other with swordsmanship.

Jian Changkong has never fought against Mo Fan, this time, he deeply understands the disgusting part of the cloak and stick, fights usually rely on experience and other people's micro movements to predict and counterattack, Mo Fan is good, although every move looks ordinary, but he doesn't know when he will shoot, and he doesn't know where to fight.

After being pressed and beaten for a long time, Jian Changkong finally found his rhythm in this passive state.

Fully displayed his swordsmanship, Mo Fan had to admit that the other party's swordsmanship was more powerful than Qian Yuxi, and in this case, he did not hesitate to risk being beaten, but also maintained his rhythm, no matter what, this can be regarded as a kind of breakthrough.

Mo Fan turned from offense to defense, and the cloak and chaos were switched to the stick against the rain, no matter how superb the opponent's sword was, he would take as many as he came, and return the opponent's body in the other way, and the power of the opponent's sword was all reversed.

Jian Changkong gritted his teeth, and finally couldn't stand the pain in his forearm, and retreated again and again, distancing himself from the other party.

"Why don't you continue?" Mo Fan asked with a smile, it was obvious that he felt very relaxed in the previous battle, and he was not struggling at all.

Jian Changkong looked at Mo Fan, shook his head and said, "Why are your moves so evil!"

He didn't know why the other party didn't use the space talent, but since this was the case, it gave him another chance, and if he couldn't take advantage of melee combat, he would choose to fight from afar.

Spell Attack.

The sword ran spiritual power in the sky, injected into the sword body, and slashed five sword qi out of the air towards Mo Fan in a row, and the white sword light was very fast, and in half a breath, he came to Mo Fan.

Mo Fan saw that he couldn't escape, and the time was pressing, so he had to dance the stick into a stick flower, and with the use of spiritual power, it formed an effect similar to the effect of a protective shield.

"That's good! Mo Fan said.

Jian Changkong did not speak, but jumped into the air, the sword intent on his body increased by a notch, his eyes became very sharp, just like the blade of the sword, and his temperament also changed.

Jian Xin?Mo Fan couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart when he saw the change in the other party, and sure enough, one by one, they would open buffs, and suddenly felt that their peerless mode had dropped in price.

Sword Changkong raised his right hand, the blade of the wooden sword pointed at the sky, and somehow, the feeling of the wooden sword also changed, as if it contained all things in nature, the sword of nature, maybe that's what he said.

"Slash!" The sword spat out a word in the sky, and the wooden sword slashed down gently, different from the previous white, a green sword more than five meters long flew towards Mo Fan, not in a hurry, and it didn't seem to be worried about whether it would be hit.

This feeling is very accurate, Mo Fan feels that no matter how much he dodges, this sword will follow him and slash towards him.

(End of chapter)