With the elimination of the weak, the competition became more and more fierce, a few days later.

"Next game, Mo Han vs. Turin!"

The loud voice sounded in everyone's ears.

On the jousting field.

Mo Han was still dressed in a black robe, covering his whole body, and he couldn't see any emotion.

Opposite Turin, dressed in a black dress, with long eyelashes fluttering and shallow dimples hanging from the corners of his mouth.

"Brother Mo Han, you have to pay attention!" Du Ling said with a sweet smile.

Hula!

The figure of Turin flashed, appeared strangely in front of Mo Han, made a grimace, and spit out his pink tongue mischievously.

He turned and walked away, like a gust of wind.

Mo Han was shocked.

Turin's speed was faster than he had imagined. It is worthy of being one of the nine seals of the phantom trace.

She has used it so skillfully in such a short period of time, which shows that her talent is transcendent.

"Brother Mo Han, if you catch me, I will admit defeat!" The girl, a silver bell-like laughter, sounded in Mo Han's ears.

Turin turned around, and the countless phantoms that he transformed into were like butterflies flying around him.

Mo Han felt dizzy.

It seems that the air is filled with different spiritual powers, paralyzing his nerves and drowsy.

"What's going on?!"

He carefully experienced that the girl's body was dizzy and disturbed her mind.

Mo Han, biting the tip of his tongue, refreshed himself, and shouted in a low voice.

"Phantom Rune!"

The six-pointed star quietly rotated slowly behind Mo Han, emitting a faint gray glow.

"This is!?"

The boy on the top of the mountain had a puzzled look in his eyes.

He looked at the six-star light behind Mo Han, and in the blink of an eye, he looked at Turin lovingly, and said worriedly.

"Alas, Ling'er is too willful, and sooner or later she will suffer!"

A solemn look flashed in Mo Han's eyes.

He had already destroyed the Phantom Talisman with all his might, but he didn't expect it.

The girl in front of her is strange and erratic, and it is difficult to catch the trace.

"One of the Nine Seals, the Phantom Trace, it is the only one in heaven and earth that can restrain the Phantom Talisman. Emperor Ling said unhurriedly.

"And such spiritual skills?!" Mo Han wondered.

"It's normal for all things to restrain each other, don't be surprised!" the Spirit Emperor explained.

Mo Han shook his head, not dwelling on this matter.

"Hey, Brother Mo Han, I'm here!"

The girl not far away beckoned to him with a smile, her white and flawless pretty face shining with jade.

Mo Han noticed that his body was gradually losing consciousness and needed to be solved quickly. A low snort.

"Sky Wings!"

Pedal with both feet, as fast as a meteor, and the figure flashes away.

Turin's eyes were suspicious, and the void was locked in, unable to dodge. He drank softly.

"First Psychic Skill: Lost Phantom!"

Turin, disappeared out of thin air.

"Wow!"

There was a soft thud.

In the blink of an eye.

Appeared not far away, only to see her, the sleeve of her left arm was broken, faintly visible, and the white and tender arm was visible.

"Brother Mo Han, you ......"

Turin, blushing slightly, said angrily. Also in order to divert attention and cover up their embarrassment.

Who did she know that Mo Han possessed, both belonging to one of the Nine Seals, the Sky Wing, and had the fastest speed in the world.

If it weren't for the fact that her level was much higher, she would probably suffer.

Mo Han's face was slightly hot, and the girl in front of him was slippery than a rabbit. At the same time, I was secretly alarmed.

"Phantom Trace, as expected, is worthy of its name, and its methods are unpredictable!"

"Brother Mo Han, down there, you have to be careful!" Turin reminded.

"Second Psychic Skill: Doppelganger Phantom!"

Mo Han's eyes changed. Dark contrast.

Countless black-clothed girls flew in front of them, and there were no flaws at all.

Phantom Talisman, invalid, although the speed of the Sky Wing is fast enough, if it is in front of the body, there is no comparison.

Mo Han smiled bitterly in her heart, her level was higher than herself, if she followed her, it was obviously not cheap.

From time to time, there was a faint fragrance in the air.

A bolt of lightning flashed through his mind, and a smile flashed at the corner of Mo Han's mouth.

At this time.

"Brother Mo Han, I'm here ......" Turin's black phantom lingered in front of him, grimacing.

"Are you ready, then?" replied Mo Han with a smile.

He closed his eyes, focused, sniffed the scent in the air, and made his way to the place.

"Uh-huh......"

This is the moment.

Mo Han, his body shook.

"Zila!"

The sleeve of Turin's other arm was torn off again, revealing a snow-white color.

"Brother Mo Han, why do you always tear other people's clothes!" Turin blushed.

Mo Han was embarrassed and shocked.

Just now, he judged her location by the faint fragrance emanating from Turin's body, but he didn't expect her figure to be really weird, and she was still a step too late.

Phantom Trail is more difficult than you think.

Turin's eyebrows furrowed.

Phantom Trace, which belongs to the heaven-level spiritual skill, did not expect Mo Han to be faster. Never missed. Today it was lost repeatedly. There was a sense of frustration.

There is a faint joy.

"Brother Mo Han, I don't have much clothes on me!" Turin looked at him embarrassed and laughed.

"Third Skill: Move to Phantom!"

Turin suddenly disappeared.

Mo Han closed his eyes slightly, thinking about countermeasures.

There is only one possibility, the body is weird, there is no trace to be found, how to crack it at this time.

Mo Han didn't know why.

Sensed, the surrounding spiritual power fluctuated.

Turin turned into points of spiritual light, moving according to a certain trajectory.

"Could it be that this is to merge oneself with one's surroundings?!"

Mo Han had an epiphany.

It turned out that Turin had transformed his form into the most primitive state of spiritual power, which was difficult for ordinary people to perceive.

Just in time to think.

The token in his arms was hot, and there was a sound of breathing, and a hidden jade light came out, slowly slowing down Turin's body.

"This is the bottom of the psychic pool, the token sent by Turin, between them!?"

Just as Mo Han was thinking.

His eyes changed.

A white figure appeared dancing in the air, full of fairy energy.

He, like a step, is like a body, and it is the same trajectory as Turin's body.

"Could this be the Phantom Trail?!"

"I didn't expect that Turin's token was actually a spirit skill!"

"How can I communicate with it?"

Psionic skills require devouring spirit seals in order to obtain skills.

"There is also a possibility that there is a phantom trace in your bloodline, that is, your ancestors, who have successfully fused!"

"The blood in your body, pulled by her, this girl has a different relationship with you!" said Emperor Ling.

"How is that possible?!"

"Who the hell am I?!"

Emperor Ling's words shocked Mo Han. The desire to know where you are and to be in the fog.

A moment later.

Mo Han understood the mystery. Come to your senses. End the battle as soon as possible.

"You have to be careful!"

He disappeared in place.

Yes!

The girl snorted softly.

Start greasy and boneless, warm as jade. The girl's legs were weak and she fell into her arms, like holding flowers, full of fragrance.

The slightly bulging chest trembled with breathing, and the roundness and tenderness inside could be faintly seen.

"It's impossible to ......," Turin looked incredible.

Because the phantom trace is extremely difficult to master, because of the special bloodline, it can be learned.

"You like to eat girl tofu so much!" the girl teased.

Mo Han was embarrassed and put her down.

"You've won!" said Turin, blushing and admitting defeat.

"This battle, that's it?!"

The crowd was puzzled.

"Huh! a pair of dog men and women!"

Nangong Mian looked at the two and scolded.

"I didn't expect that he was backed by the Du family behind him!"

"Hmph! it's all my ...... in the end."

Jiang Lou had a vicious glint in his eyes.