Bang!

The fists collided, and the tip of the needle was against Maimang!

The Yuanli bee sting on the fist was resisted by the Yuanli arc that swam on the palm.

What is amazing is that two of the Yuan Force arcs instantly detached from the palm of his hand, and in the blink of an eye, they wrapped around Mo Feiyu's wrist, and suddenly tightened, causing the strength of Mo Feiyu's fist to decrease sharply.

Mo Feiyu was not panicked, the Yuan Force in his body surged, and soon disintegrated the Yuan Force Arc.

At the same time, both men received a backlash and each took two steps back.

The first move is equal and inferior.

Mo Feiyu looked at Luo Ling angrily, his face was ugly.

He originally thought that with the dual advantages of strength and yuan power, he would be able to defeat Luo Ling in one fell swoop, which Cheng thought, although Luo Ling's yuan power was inferior to him in terms of quantity, it was more refined than him, and quality was exchanged for quantity. What made him even more depressed was that Luo Ling's combat skills were extremely weird, and he actually released two arcs of Yuan Force to wrap around his wrists, causing the strength of his fists to be reduced to the same level as Luo Ling, so that the punch that was bound to win had no achievements.

This is indeed the case, Luo Ling has long seen that Mo Feiyu has cultivated a certain kind of body refining skill, and his physical strength is very strong, so he chose the five elements arc high-five combat technique.

This also reminded him once again that it was urgent to strengthen his physical body.

He does not lack body refining exercises, what he lacks is a suitable body quenching elixir. The body quenching elixir is too scarce, even more scarce than the divine soul elixir. I was busy improving my cultivation before, and I didn't care about looking for it.

Mo Feiyu was surprised in addition to being indignant, Luo Ling's cultivation was not as good as him, but the Yuan Force was purer than him, and the palm technique was also very weird, especially those few Yuan Force arcs, which were simply impossible to prevent!

And the footwork is also very exquisite, not inferior to his dragon step.

As a once-in-a-century Tianjiao, in the past competition with others, he made his opponent depressed and deflated, but when facing Luo Ling, he fell one by one, and it was his turn to be depressed.

He couldn't think of a way to crack it for a while, so he simply took out the long sword, intending to defeat Luo Ling with the family heirloom feather fan sword technique.

In the previous battle with Nangong Ci, he defeated the opponent before he had time to show his strongest move, and now, he didn't dare to take Luo Ling lightly anymore and was ready to go all out.

Luo Ling didn't take out the Meteorite Knife, intending to fight the long sword with his bare hands.

Seeing that Luo Ling didn't mean to use a knife, Mo Feiyu became even more angry, and asked in an unkind tone, "You dare to look down on me?"

Luo Ling smiled and shook his head, "I definitely didn't mean to despise you, I just felt that my sword skills were not as good as yours." ”

He is purely fooling, and it can also be said to be a white lie, in his previous life, with a good sword technique, he defeated countless fierce opponents, and the mere Xuan-level mid-grade combat technique lupine sword technique could not stop him.

He had a deeper intention, he planned to subdue Mo Feiyu with a suppressive victory, although he himself was not sure that the other party would buy it, but he always had to try.

Mo Feiyu is not stupid, he is extremely smart, as soon as he heard it, he knew that Luo Ling was perfunctory to him, and his heart was full of anger, but he still tried his best to suppress it, he was not the kind of person who rolled up his trouser legs, rolled up his sleeves and scolded people on the street, and said: "Luo Ling, don't blame me for not reminding you, next I will stimulate the sword, you can't catch it with your pair of fleshy palms, let's take the knife!"

He very much hopes that Luo Ling will come out with a knife, so that it will be equal, otherwise even if he wins, he will be faceless and make people laugh.

Seeing that Luo Ling still didn't mean to use a knife, Mo Feiyu suddenly became angry, and said in his heart, why do you still want me to beg you to use a knife? You actually look down on me, it's too bullying!

His pride was badly hurt, and he hissed and threatened, "Why can't you get a knife?"

As soon as this remark came out, the audience was in an uproar.

Mo Feiyu has always given people the image of a personable and tepid humble gentleman, how can he seem to be a completely different person at this time?

Before meeting Luo Ling, Mo Feiyu believed that his strength was ahead of the younger generation, and he felt that people of his age and age could not threaten him at all, so there was no need to be arrogant and domineering in front of them, but very gentle, giving people a sense of approachability and easy to get along with.

But at this moment, Luo Ling not only threatened him, but also hit his self-esteem, and suddenly "his true form was revealed".

In the face of Mo Feiyu's threats and shouts, Luo Ling was not angry at all, and said with a slight smile: "I have my own measure, even if you cut off my hands, it is my own fault, and I can't blame you!"

Speaking of this, he hooked his hand at Mo Feiyu, "Don't talk nonsense, let the horse come over!"

Although he was very relaxed on the surface, in fact, he was already ready to attack, and the palm hidden in the cuff was already dense with yuan power at the moment, fluorescent, and could give Mo Feiyu a head-on attack at any time.

"Wow Ka Ka, it's too deceitful!"

Mo Feiyu screamed violently, the yuan force surged, and the sword body was violently poured, and the rhyme flowed in an instant, and the sword shone brightly.

"Arrogant boy, eat me with a sword!"

Mo Feiyu shouted angrily, and slashed at Luo Ling from afar, and the blade of the sword pointed out a fan-shaped arc.

Snort ......!

One after another sword rays shot out from the tip of the sword, fan-shaped and scattered towards Luo Ling.

The sword moves, as fast as lightning!

"The third style of the feather fan sword technique - Wind and Clouds!"

Someone in the audience recognized Mo Feiyu's sword move.

Nangong Old Ancestor stopped at the third form, and Mo Mingming stopped at the fourth form, which shows that the feather fan sword technique is extremely difficult to cultivate.

The more difficult the sword technique to cultivate, the more powerful it tends to be, and this is the case with the lupine sword technique.

There are a total of six types of feather fan swordsmanship, although Mo Feiyu is only the third style, but the power is amazing, the sword is overflowing, almost blocking all the approaches, ordinary people encounter, I am afraid that there is only a part of turning around and fleeing, and in the end it will still be killed by the sword.

So, the third style is almost a lore!

None of the Yuan Hai Realm present dared to say that they would definitely be able to take it.

"Oh my God, it's amazing, how can I take this!"

There were exclamations from the audience.

Everyone's eyes were on Luo Ling.

Luo Ling was unmoved, his starry eyes closed slightly, and his palms fluttered, dancing out of a spiral Yuan Force trajectory.

This spiral trajectory seemed to be transformed by a real dragon, the rhyme flowed and overflowed, and the essence of heaven and earth poured into it, and the "real dragon" instantly enriched and grew, quickly winding around Luo Ling.

Puff puff ......!

The sword light came like lightning, shooting at the "true dragon" transformed by Yuan Li and the essence of heaven and earth, and the sound of a violent storm sounded.

Soon, Jian Mang and the "True Dragon" disappeared without a trace.

Luo Ling stood majestically, calm as water, safe and sound.

"Oh my God, Luo Ling is next! It's unbelievable!"

"Luo Shao is invincible! Ten thousand laws are inviolable!

"Luo Tianjiao, Luo Demon, Luo Freak, I'm really convinced!"

The screams and cheers from the stands under the stage rang out in one piece, converging into waves of sound and sweeping the entire arena.

Mo Feiyu's face was gloomy, and his cheeks twitched wildly a few times, but he didn't expect Luo Ling to take the third type of wind and cloud shu, and the anger that had just been vented came back in an instant, not giving Luo Ling time to breathe, and shouted angrily: "Luo madman, don't be complacent, eat me with another sword!"

After speaking, he waved the long sword, and thousands of sword rays danced in an instant, like a rain of swords, shooting towards Luo Ling one after another.

This sword ...... The fourth style of the feather fan sword technique - the sword rain is scattered, and ten thousand swords are fired together!