Chapter 941

Looking at Mo Chen's weird and traceless body, everyone felt that there was a great hope of winning this competition.

Because everyone has seen it, Qiu Yang has begun to be impatient.

It's a taboo in battle.

If you are impatient, you will lose all the games.

Although the Autumn Wind Saint was very anxious, he didn't remind him, because this competition was deliberately done by the Heavenly Ancestor Ancestor, and even if he lost, what would it be?

Everyone admires Mo Chen very much, not because he is talented, but because the Heavenly Ancestor is optimistic about him, they are naturally optimistic about him.

Moreover, Mo Chen is a disciple of the Immortal Saintess, and he also has to give the Saint Maiden a face.

Just as Qiu Yang was spinning, Mo Chen was caught off guard by the former, and stabbed out with a sword.

This sword is extremely fast, Rao is Qiu Yang's speed is too fast, but the sword that has just been lifted was instantly bounced away by Mo Chen, and then the blade of the sword was directly on Qiu Yang's neck.

Looking at this scene on the field, the scene immediately fell silent.

Mo Chen won.

"Huh....." Seeing this scene, the Fairy Saintess was also a little relieved, she was really afraid of Mo Chen.

The Heavenly Ancestor looked at this scene, and the corners of his mouth lifted an arc, but he still didn't say anything, but the color of appreciation in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

Looking at the cold blade on his neck, Qiu Yang clasped his fists with both hands and said to Mo Chen: "Little junior brother is a good method, although you are a little opportunistic in winning, but I have to admire that such a method can play a great role when you face a strong enemy." ”

Listening to Qiu Yang's words, Mo Chen also withdrew the Tiance Sword, and then bowed slightly and said, "It's Senior Brother Qiu who has conceded." ”

As he spoke, Qiu Yang withdrew his long sword, then flew directly to the stage and sat down slowly.

In this competition, there were no casualties, and both of them were extremely gentlemanly competitors, which made many people admire.

Although Mo Chen's victory has no content, everyone is very envious, he has such a means.

And Qiu Yang believes that there is no point in continuing to compare with it, even if it is a victory, there is not much sense of achievement.

In fact, many people regard Mo Chen as a junior disciple with low cultivation, and they don't want to worry about these things.

But no one looked down on him, Mo Chen was able to defeat Ling Tu before, not only by perseverance, but also by the stubbornness in his bones, as well as the strong potential in his body.

However, at this moment, the Human Lord Saint, who kept surging with light all over his body, suddenly stood up, and then sucked in with one hand, and the Tiance Sword, which had not been withdrawn, flew directly towards the Human Lord Saint.

The sudden change made many people look shocked.

Even the Heavenly Ancestor was stunned, and immediately the corners of his mouth lifted an arc, and said, "Has it started?"

At the corner of the mouth of the Heavenly Ancestor, that mysterious arc instantly made Mo Chen catch it.

"Could it be that the ancestor wants to use this big competition to let his father get his memory back?" Mo Chen muttered in his heart.

Just when Mo Chen's mind was racing, he only heard a powerful Tibetan God flame appearing all over the human lord saint.

"Ah......h

The Heavenly Ancestor said lightly: "The power of the Heavenly Ce Ancient Sword is really useful to the Human Lord Saint. ”

A large number of memories kept flooding through the mind of the Lord Saint, as if they were about to burst his brain.

After coming over for a long time, under the puzzled gaze of everyone, the human lord saint finally stabilized his emotions, held the Tiance Sword in his hand, and then looked at Mo Chen in the field, and said, "I remember!"