In the palace, the competition in the martial arts arena continues.

Since Mo Yuchen defeated Hong Tian, he has faced thirty-six games in a row.

Thirty-seven points were added to his points, for a total of one hundred and thirty-five points.

Now, Mo Yuchen has changed from a boy that no one knows about to become the favorite to win the championship this time.

Two hours later.

Mo Yuchen's points have skyrocketed to 178 points, and he is one of the three consecutive victories in the field so far.

The other two are Fan Junfeng and Yue Yumo.

By this time, the sky has begun to slowly turn dark.

As for the martial arts arena, the eunuchs had already come over and lit the braziers everywhere.

And the people on the twenty martial arts platforms are still fighting in full swing, making the final sprint.

As for the little princess, now her points are as high as one hundred and sixty-six points.

So far, she's lost a total of ten fights, and she's going crazy with her anger.

"Brother Mo, I'm losing again!"

The little princess lowered her head and said with a drooping face.

As he walked slowly, he dragged the sword in his hand on the ground.

Leaves a slender scratch on the granite floor......

"If you lose, you lose, it's no big deal!"

Mo Yuchen comforted.

"But I'm not reconciled!"

The little girl tilted her neck and pouted.

"Hey, if you lose, you will be defeated because you have not practiced enough, as for martial arts, you are much more powerful than others. Don't be sad, I'll take you to the Dark Forest to hone and hone in a while!"

Mo Yuchen touched her head and encouraged.

"Uh-huh!"

The little princess nodded desperately, and the expectant little eyes made Mo Yuchen laugh.

......

Time flies like a white horse, fleeting, and in a blink of an eye, the tournament has entered the eve of the peak battle.

"Fan Junfeng, Mo Yuchen!"

On the eleventh martial arts platform, the referee's voice came out.

"Hmph, Fan Junfeng!"

Mo Yuchen put the teacup in his hand on the table, his eyes flashing fiercely.

Immediately, his body moved, and he swept towards the No. 11 martial arts platform.

At this time, Fan Junfeng had already read Mo Yuchen's name when the referee read it.

He was the first to board the martial arts arena and waited for the one who took away his love.

"Mo Yuchen, you finally let me meet. ”

"Today, with me Fan Junfeng here, don't be vain in your desire to gain fame and fame!"

Fan Junfeng's eyes seemed to be about to eat Mo Yuchen, and he gritted his teeth and said.

The two of them, from the beginning of the moon-shattering birthday banquet, began to compete with each other and be jealous.

Now, the two rivals have finally come along, which makes some good people curious and come forward to watch the battle.

And, when the onlookers heard Fan Junfeng say that Mo Yuchen wanted to gain fame and beauty.

The crowd was in a tumultuous and angry manner.

"This kid is so hateful, he got such a beauty as the little princess, and he still wants to get the first place. ”

", how did he get all the good things, I'm so angry. ”

"Hmph, you calm down, whether he can pass the current level is all about it. ”

"Don't say it, I think he was so lucky that maybe he really won the first place. ”

"It's stupid, can you eat it if you're lucky?

"Be quiet, don't disturb Brother Fan, let Brother Fan take a good breath for us!"

......

Mo Yuchen couldn't have imagined that this Fan Junfeng would make himself a heinous sinner in just one sentence.

The crowd of onlookers condemned him, and their emotions were unprecedentedly high.

However, Mo Yuchen knew that he wanted these people to shut up.

For the sake of today's plan, only by showing their own strong strength can these voices of condemnation disappear.

Originally, he had no intention of fighting for this so-called first place.

But since they think they want to be famous.

That's fine.

In front of everyone present, Mo Yuchen used his strength to prove to them how he was famous.

"Fan Junfeng, anyone can say big things, I hope your strength is as powerful as your mouth!"

Mo Yuchen was murderous and said mercilessly.

"I'll find out what my strength is, you'll find out for yourself later. I'll let you know the gap between you and me!"

Fan Junfeng smiled disdainfully.

Gap?

Mo Yuchen laughed.

"Suffer death!"

Fan Junfeng suddenly pulled out his long sword and moved, his whole body was full of aura.

The long sword broke through the air and stabbed Mo Yuchen's throat mercilessly.

The speed is still above the sky.

The swordsmanship he performed at this time was the Zhendian of the Hall of Ten Thousand Souls, called "Rain-Covered Sword Technique".

This set of sword techniques is the swordsmanship he deserves after becoming the master of the young hall.

At the same time, since he got the finger sleeve sword technique, he has poured countless efforts into it.

It's always been something he's proud of.

"I can't help myself!"

Mo Yuchen's eyes were cold, and he stepped forward.

Boom!

The godfall sword is unsheathed!

Bang Bang Bang!

At that moment, Mo Yuchen slashed out three swords, shaking Fan Junfeng back again and again.

Then, holding the sword, he spread his hands, and with a heavy foot under his feet, he swayed upward.

In mid-air, he was full of aura, turning a faint golden light, like a sword god descending to earth.

At this time, whether it was the onlookers, or those civil and military officials, they all held their breath and stared intently at Mo Yuchen in mid-air.

Seven Swords of Heaven Splitting!

Mo Yuchen drank it categorically.

"A sword, a broken mountain!"

"Two swords, broken soul!"

"Three swords, broken mountains and rivers!"

......

In one breath, the Seven Swords of Heaven Splitting slanted out in Mo Yuchen's hand.

Shout!

Shout!

At this time, under the gaze of the onlookers, the sword aura in mid-air was swirling.

In an instant, all of them slammed into Fan Junfeng.

Before Fan Junfeng could react, Mo Yuchen's sword move had already arrived.

At this moment, he didn't even have a chance to make a move, so he could only raise the sword in his hand and resist frantically.

However, is Mo Yuchen's sword so easy to catch?

From the moment he caught Mo Yuchen's first sword, the blood gushing out of his mouth never stopped.

By the time he caught the Seven Swords, the sword in his hand had already become scrap metal.

And his feet were deeply immersed in the martial arts arena until his thighs were eradicated.

"Mo... House... Chen, I want to ...... Kill you!"

Fan Junfeng, who was caught in the martial arts platform, pointed at Mo Yuchen and said hesitantly.

In the martial arts arena, there was a dead silence.

Of all those present, it was incomprehensible.

How did this Mo Yuchen cultivate, and why was this son so strong.

Is he really just the Heavenly Martial Realm Sevenfold?

"This time, give Fan Lao face!"

"Next time you provoke me, I'll kill you!"

Mo Yuchen held the divine sword in his arms, turned his back to this Fan Junfeng, and said disdainfully.

Then, he crossed over the heads of the crowd and came to an empty arena in the middle, standing proudly with his sword.

shouted, "Who's next!"