The dazzling sword rays were like arrows of light, shooting towards Luo Ling in a concave fan shape.

This Dao sword is Mo Feiyu's martial arts comprehension that derived the rhyme of martial arts with the help of Yuan Li, and thus stimulated it.

Cultivators above the Earth Martial Realm can also inspire weapons with their true elements, such as spears, swords, swords, sticks, and so on.

Luo Ling had expected this, and the nine Yuan Springs in his body instantly gushed out, converging into a raging Yuan Force River, and when the Yuan Force on the soles of his feet was agitated, he disappeared in place in an instant, turning into a phantom, shuttling through the sword rays, surging like waves.

The surface of his body glowed with a faint luster, which protected him tightly from head to toe, and did not allow a drop of water.

Hmm? This speed is what the Yuanquan Realm can burst out?

That layer of fluorescence...... Is it a treasure trove?

What kind of footwork is that? It's so weird and changeable!

Everyone was surprised, including the guests who had gathered a hundred meters away from the battle circle.

Especially Luo Shan, Mei Lao, Chu Liang, Meng Junhan, Wu Pianpian and others, they are all people around Luo Ling who are relatively familiar with him, and they have all seen his performance in the City Lord's Mansion Arena with their own eyes, but at this moment, Luo Ling's speed and agility have been greatly improved, and it can even be said that it has changed dramatically.

Gu Yan's eyes flashed violently, revealing doubts, and he couldn't see what the layer of light on Luo Ling's body was.

The most surprising was naturally Mo Feiyu.

Luo Ling seemed to disappear out of thin air, he only felt a faint light and shadow that was erratic, ethereal, inscrutable, shuttling in the sword, unscathed, even if it was occasionally rubbed by the sword, it still couldn't stop it from moving forward at a rapid pace.

With his mind, he instantly guessed that Luo Ling must have quenched his body, and his current physique was stronger than him.

He had quenched his body himself and knew the enormous impact it had on his strength, speed, and agility.

Suddenly realized that something was wrong.

He really wanted to attack the strongest fourth type of ten thousand swords and sword rain drifting, but as soon as he cast the third form, the old force had been lost, the new force had not been born, and it was too late to gather the yuan force.

Hurriedly cast the wind and thunder step, like stepping on a pulley, and retreated backwards into the shape of "township".

The Wind Thunder Step is the Mo family's strongest footwork, the middle grade of the Xuan level, which is weaker than the Wave Step of the upper grade of the Xuan level in terms of level, and Luo Ling's speed also surpasses Mo Feiyu.

Mo Feiyu naturally knew this, but he had no better choice.

He could only bet on whether he would gather Yuan Li first, evolve the Martial Rhyme to reach the peak level of understanding, and attack the fourth form, or Luo Ling would catch up with him before then.

Luo Ling is also gambling.

He had already concluded that he had a better chance of winning, otherwise he would not have made a move with Mo Feiyu.

The field under his feet is not big, and it is only less than twenty meters away from Mo Feiyu.

This gave him enough confidence that if Mo Feiyu attacked him from a distance of tens of meters, his chances of victory would be greatly reduced.

This is also due to Mo Feiyu's lack of combat experience.

In terms of combat experience, Luo Ling threw him a hundred and ten streets.

But the pressure on him is still high.

The Yuan Force in the body is divided into two strands, one maintains the Xuan-level mid-grade spirit diagram to build a defensive layer on the surface of the body, and the other Yuan Force and the body force together urge the footwork to the extreme that can be done.

This kind of high-intensity operation was extremely draining on Yuan Force and physical energy, and he had to catch up with Mo Feiyu in one go, and then defeat him with the help of his physical strength, instead of waiting for the opponent to finish gathering momentum to attack the fourth form.

"Damn, Jianmang!"

In the face of the swords that came from the barrage, the two Yuan Hai Realms who stayed in the open field, thirty or forty meters away from the battle circle, almost flew out of the sky, and they all fled in a panic with their heads in their hands.

When the two of them turned into arrows and swept out of the range of the sword, their gorgeous clothes had been cut into strips of rags by the sword, and there were several blood marks on their bodies that had been grazed by the sword.

When the two of them stopped a hundred meters away from the battle circle, they looked at the sword rays that were still flying with a shocked face, and said in their hearts, what the hell, the early stage of the Yuanhai Realm and the Yuanquan Realm could actually give out the sword rays?!

At this time, the sword that was avoided by Luo Ling ran out of energy and dissipated by itself after shooting less than a hundred meters.

The distance between Luo Ling and Mo Feiyu decreased sharply.

But Luo Ling still felt that it was not enough, his mind flashed, and the dragon tooth knife flew out of his body in an instant.

Under the control of the mind, the dragon's tooth knife slashed quickly, cracking the sword rays that shot from the front, opening the way for him.

Urging the Dragon Tooth Knife will only consume divine soul power, and there is no loss of Yuan power and strength.

Suddenly, Luo Ling's speed increased again.

Shout!

In less than a blink of an eye, Luo Ling came to Mo Feiyu like a meteor and punched out!

At the same time, the dragon tooth knife returned to the body in a flash.

Burst!

This punch sank vigorously, accelerated instantly, broke through the sound barrier, and reached Mo Feiyu's chest in an instant.

Mo Feiyu showed panic, turning backwards into horizontal movements, and at the same time blocked Luo Ling's fist with his palm.

His reaction can't be said to be unhappy, and the handling is also in place, but no matter how fast it is, it can't be as fast as Luo Ling, who is a second-grade mortal.

Boom!

Luo Ling's fist pressed against Mo Feiyu's palm and hit him in the chest.

Mo Feiyu was like encountering a head-on impact from a desolate beast, and was knocked out in an instant.

But Luo Ling was quicker than his uncontrolled figure, caught up with him in the blink of an eye, and punched him in the thigh again.

"Hmm!"

Mo Feiyu, who was trying to adjust his body, let out a muffled snort and flew out like a cannonball.

Bang click!

His body hit a hundred-year-old tree, and the trunk of the tree, which was more than a meter in diameter, broke in an instant.

"Poof!"

Mo Feiyu spurted a mouthful of blood, and his body, which was still out of control, quickly smashed into a courtyard wall behind the big tree.

Boom!

The courtyard wall was instantly knocked out of a large gap.

After two impacts, Mo Feiyu finally smashed to the ground.

"Ahem, ahem......!"

Mo Feiyu coughed up blood, but quickly stood up and staggered.

Luo Ling's attack was very measured, the first punch was not very powerful, and it did not cause much damage to Mo Feiyu's chest, and the second punch only hit his thigh, breaking one of his thigh bones.

The reason why Mo Feiyu vomited blood was caused by the rupture of several blood vessels in his body after two impacts, and his internal organs were not seriously damaged.

In addition to this, he blocked out the right palm, and the metacarpal bone was broken.

This injury is not serious for a master of the Yuan Sea Realm, and it can be healed in a few days.

Mo Feiyu stood in place, shook his stunned and swollen head, and then checked his body, revealing a complicated expression.

He knew that Luo Ling's subordinates were merciful, and he felt a little grateful.

He saw the dragon tooth knife flying out of Luo Ling's body, revealing a shock.

The knife that could easily cut off the sword was definitely a spirit knife, and if Luo Ling used this spirit knife against him, he wouldn't be able to live even if he had nine lives, so he was terrified.

"Hold the grass, the Yuanquan Realm actually defeated the Yuanhai Realm that inspired the sword, is this really true?"

"Who is this young man? When did Cangyu City have such a great celestial pride?"

"Now you can see the outside, he is Luo Ling!

"It turns out that he is Luo Ling, no wonder he is so awesome!"

The spectators gathered around the open area talked excitedly, casting envious, awe-inspiring, and amazed glances at Luo Ling.

Mo Feiyu didn't choose to slip away silently, but limped to Luo Ling, hugged his fists and said, "Thank you for your mercy." ”

Then he asked, "Luo Ling, do you still have the means to use it?"

Luo Ling smiled faintly, "There is no grudge or enmity between you and me, and it was not a life-and-death battle just now, so why do you need to be more serious." ”

Mo Feiyu instantly showed silence, nodded, and asked again: "You once said in the arena that you want to accept me as a junior brother, does it still count, am I qualified to be your junior brother?"

Luo Ling put away his smile and said, "Whether or not to accept you as a junior brother has nothing to do with qualifications, it depends on whether I am happy or not." ”

Mo Feiyu's eyes flashed slightly, and he said, "Then are you happy or not?"

Luo Ling nodded.

Mo Feiyu's character is not bad, and his talent is not bad, so he decided to observe him for a while before deciding whether it is worth cultivating him.

Mo Feiyu suddenly showed a hint of rebelliousness, and said: "Your strength is stronger than me now, and it is not a loss to be your little brother, if I surpass you in the future, you will recognize me as a big brother, how about it?"

Luo Ling smiled noncommittally, "Then it depends on your creation, take care of your injuries first." ”

After speaking, he took out two Xuan-level high-grade healing pills and handed them to Mo Feiyu.

Mo Feiyu immediately obeyed it and said resolutely: "From today on, you will be my eldest brother." ”

Then he stretched out his uninjured left hand and said, "Since you are my eldest brother, bring the greeting gift." ”

Luo Ling spread his hands, "You should always honor your eldest brother first!"

The crowd of onlookers burst into laughter.