Suddenly hearing Xiang Mo say kind words, Yan Fagao finally woke up from his confusion, he looked at this young man, his eyes were full of complexity and resentment, the corners of his mouth kept twitching, he wanted to vent something, but he didn't say it after all, he just said plainly:

"I really didn't expect that the Xuanwu Kingdom would have such a genius as you, it seems that the Xuanwu Kingdom is really not at the time of destruction, although I know you won't tell me, but I still want to ask, how did you do it!"

When the words fell, the scene once again fell into a hustle and bustle, and someone immediately said aloud:

"Isn't it ashamed that you, a defeated man, still want to ask others about the secrets of the Indian law? If you fail, get out of here, what are you doing there? Do you think your face is good-looking?"

Yan Fagao didn't care about the man's words, he just looked at Xiang Mo calmly, and an unspoken meaning appeared between the two.

Xiang Mo was not hypocritical, even if he might be an enemy in the future, he felt that there was no harm in such an enemy, so he naturally said:

"It's very simple, your fire mystery is not your own comprehension, it should be contained in your lines! Without a deep understanding of the mystery of fire, naturally you can't control the flame freely, what you just used is just to use your own mad will as a surgery, carrying other people's fire mystery to send out tricks, no matter how fierce the mad will is, it is only in vain, and it can't be transmitted to the bottom of my heart, I naturally regard it as a breeze, not worth mentioning. ”

"Original...... That's right!"

After Yan Fagao knew the truth, he didn't show an annoyed and angry expression, the corners of his mouth were wickedly hooked, and he said:

"So, Xiang Mo you comprehended the mystery of fire?"

Hearing this, Xiang Mo didn't talk, but the people around him quieted down first, and then whispered.

"The mystery of fire, is that the mystery of fire? No wonder it's so powerful!"

"Who can comprehend the mystery and not go directly to heaven, no, it should be able to join the Immortal Sect directly, and it will be in this kind of place?"

Only Wan Guiyi looked at Xiang Mo thoughtfully, his brows furrowed, as if he was thinking about something.

didn't get an answer, Yan Fagao didn't have any dissatisfaction, stood up in a chic manner, walked out of the circular platform directly, and walked down, but when he left, he plucked Xiang Mo deeply from the corner of his eye, as if he wanted to keep him firmly in mind.

As soon as he left, the situation changed dramatically.

Zhu Rui naturally didn't know Yan Fagao's strength, and now even Yan Fagao had failed, and his position had become precarious.

He got up from his seat and came to the small courtyard in front of Xiang Mo, stood there quietly, and hooked his hand at him.

This man did not chatter like Yan Fagao, but was unusually calm, standing on the ground with two legs, as if connected to the ground, as if a big tree in the sky was vigorous and upright, covering the sky and the sun.

Xiang Mo smiled faintly, got up suddenly, came to the venue, and put the iron man down.

It's just that before he could bow down, Zhu Rui had already commanded the iron man to rush over, and his hands turned into two slender and thorny wooden thorns, which had already stabbed in the air a few feet away.

The wooden thorns swept through the air, raising dust that rushed to the sky, and the only momentary exercise was reflected in Xiang Mo's eyes.

Xiang Mo stood with his eyes sliding, the soles of his feet slipped, as if he was about to fall, but he took advantage of the strength of the fall to the side and skillfully avoided a wooden thorn.

Zhu Rui didn't give him a pause, and another wooden thorn actually followed behind the first wooden thorn and deflected a little, stabbing along the place where Mo was dodging.

Xiang Mo didn't hesitate, he flipped the wooden thorn that rushed over, and his body jumped up in the air, grazing the edge of the second wooden thorn and dodging it again.

However, before he could hit the ground, he saw a third wooden thorn coming towards the wind, like a soul-locking demon, a deadly Yama, wrapped around you, undying.

Xiang Mo was expressionless, stretched out a hand, drew a circle in the air, and then dotted on the third wooden thorn.

But as if touching a silky fur, the wooden thorn slid out from under his fingers and fell into the air again.

Those wooden thorns that fell into the air did not stop there, but were quickly retracted by Zhu Rui, and once again gathered their strength and stabbed at Xiang Mo.

If you look closely at Zhu Rui's iron man's palms, you can see that his wooden thorns seem to turn into a dense imprint the moment they are withdrawn, and then they are quickly condensed by him and become wooden thorns to strike again.

Compared with Yan Fa's slow killing moves with high temperature and strong power, he took a different path, not seeking power, but speed.

His speed is not only fast, but also dense, continuous, like a storm, without stopping.

This move can be said to have an advantage on the battlefield, those who are faster than him are not as coherent as him, and those who are better than him are not as fast as him.

And the wooden thorns are very sharp, and the barbs on them are full of barbs, flashing with a cold light, and at a glance, you can know that they can't be easily broken or resisted, and how can they stop such a continuous and uninterrupted attack.

Just as he faced the two fierce generals of the Flame Army in the first battle, this time, Zhu Rui used the same tricks, fast, coherent, fierce, and solemn, he wanted to defeat Xiang Mo completely, and correct the prestige of their Changlin Kingdom.

"Whoosh Whoosh ......"

There was a dense and rhythmic sound of breaking the air in the air, and hearing the itching in the ears made people unconsciously confused in this non-stop soft sound, but no one relaxed because of this, but clenched their fists in unison, and looked at Xiang Mo who was moving in the courtyard without blinking.

Under such a fierce wooden thorn attack, ordinary people may not be able to support even a breath, they will be pierced by the wooden thorn, and then the head will fall to the ground and be eliminated.

But Xiang Mo didn't seem to have been hurt at all, his iron man seemed to have turned into a butterfly piercing flowers, tossing and turning between the wooden thorns, and a moment of attack did not leave any traces, which was enough to show his extraordinariness and agility.

Zhu Rui's attack did not achieve any results, and he couldn't help but be a little annoyed, his two legs jumped up slightly, and then suddenly plunged into the ground, biting at all, exuding a faint brown aura all over his body.

This breath spread from the feet to the ground, as if a thousand-year-old tree was stretching its roots into the ground.

Xiang Mo, who was dodging, also sensed his change, and a flying sword suddenly appeared in his hand, and with a wave of one arm, it slashed in the direction where the wooden thorn was flying.

This stroke was not to block the direction of the other party's stabbing, but to gently caress the flying sword like a jade hand, and bounced back with the fierce murderous aura that rushed over.

This kind of elasticity is not large, but if it is continuously accumulated, it will be somewhat objective, and it will actually bring Xiang Mo up in a short period of time.

He was like a fallen leaf that was constantly being hit by the rain and swept away by the wind, and he actually flew up in a small field.

Everyone who saw this scene was also stunned, and the boss with his mouth open couldn't speak for a long time.

Many of them had never seen Xiang Mo's rush in the first level, and the first time they saw it flying like this, it really felt a little ridiculous, but in addition to the absurdity, there was also a little more comfort.

After all, Xiang Mo carried too many expectations, especially when he killed Yan Fagao with one sword, his prestige reached a new level, if he defeated Zhu Rui again this time, then this refining conference could be said to be nine out of ten.

Now seeing that he can dodge the opponent's attack in this way, a hanging heart also fell, his open mouth gradually closed, and his face was filled with ecstatic expression.

Zhu Rui was silent, urging the wooden thorns with all his thoughts, and at the same time, the breath under his feet finally began to exert its might.

Countless fine spikes suddenly burst out from the flat ground, dense, indescribably lush, indescribably terrifying, abruptly condensed together, turned into a big brown hand, and grabbed Mo in the air.

After the convergence of many spikes, this big hand showed an area several times larger than that of Xiang Mo Tieren, and grabbed at him while following the trajectory of Xiang Mo's flight.

The huge palm grew bigger and bigger, and gradually covered the entire small courtyard, forming a huge brown canopy, which firmly sealed all places.

Everyone was startled by this change, and once again their eyes widened as they looked at the huge palm, and their hearts fluttered suddenly.

I didn't expect India to be able to play like this!

Many Xuanwu Kingdom monks suddenly felt that Zhu Rui's hand was extremely amazing, and when the conference was over, they only needed to participate in it again, and there might be a new breakthrough, and at the same time, they were worried about Mo Mo.

The other party's tricks are strange and fast, can Xiang Mo avoid it this time?

Facing the overwhelming palm, Xiang Mo's figure suddenly spun in the air, and the flying sword imprint on his hand continued to shine, and a black and white aura appeared on his body.

His figure froze suddenly, and a circle was drawn in place, with the sun and moon at his feet, and the heaven and earth on his feet.

In a moment's effort, he was able to free up a place on the ground that was enough to stand on, and at this moment, the sword technique in his hand waved, and the nameless sword technique shook out from his hand.

The eyebrows are raised and the sword is unsheathed, and the hero is basil.

At this moment, the big hand also landed, and Xiang Mo was wrapped in it from all directions, as if it was going to completely pinch Xiang Mo.

At the same time, the wooden thorns on Zhu Rui's hands changed again, dividing into countless small wooden thorns that were small in size but glowing with cold light, and as his thoughts spread all over the sky, they rushed into the giant palm that wrapped Xiang Mo.

On one side, he was wrapped around to prevent him from escaping, and on the other side, countless wooden thorns were sent out to pierce him, and the two struck together, really making Xiang Mo Shangtian have no way to enter the ground, and he could no longer escape from the palm of his hand.