As Mo Yuan spoke, above his hands, the earthy brown Yuan Energy was like a leaping flame, constantly beating mischievously between his dancing palms. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Occasionally, a few wisps of Yuan energy broke away from the palm of his hand, and then with a muffled sound, it disappeared into the air.

Lin Song on the side, his right palm trembled slightly, and a handprint carrying amazing energy was also formed a few inches in Lin Song's palm, and then slowly changed to the size of a palm. The handprints were cyan, and the bursts of violent energy were constantly releasing terrifying energy fluctuations.

"The two of them are starting to show their housekeeping skills!" Everyone in the audience suddenly stopped on the field, and the two of them who performed their own tricks couldn't help but be excited. I don't know how powerful the final confrontation between the young generations of Lin Mo and the two families will be?

In the midst of everyone's doubts, the palm print in Lin Song's hand was finally brewing and taking shape, his right hand was slightly raised, and the cyan palm print first trembled slightly, and then it was like an arrow off the string, carrying a moving violent energy, and it burst towards the ink source.

"Fire surge, out!" In the face of Lin Song's almost all-out blow, Mo Yuan's face also flashed with a touch of solemnity, and when his hands danced rapidly, all the earthy brown yuan energy that was originally in his palm was thrown out, and then he fought back towards Lin Song's energy handprint as if he had spiritual intelligence.

"Whoosh!" The Yuan Energy between Mo Yuan's palms, like a sliding raindrop, continued to rush towards Lin Song's energy handprint, and with the impact of such multiple energies, the palm print that originally burst towards Mo Yuan, the speed gradually slowed down, and the cyan light on it also slowly weakened.

Seeing that the light of the handprint faded, Mo Yuan's face did not change at all, when Feng Zhi fought against Lin Song that day, he was watching from the sidelines, naturally knowing that the "Cloud Palm" cast by Lin Song had the function of temporarily suppressing his own strength, and then rebounding vigorously.

The dense Yuan Energy like raindrops continued to erode the palm print, and the cyan light on the palm print finally disappeared completely under the suppression of such multiple powers.

Seeing that the light disappeared completely, Mo Yuan's palms trembled, and his hands danced at an accelerated pace, and a stream of Yuan Energy, which was even more huge than before, continued to fall off from Mo Yuan's palm, and then attacked towards the energy handprint.

"Bang!" At the same moment when Mo Yuan made a move, a muffled sound suddenly came out from the energy handprint, and that energy handprint was also blue again, and a wave of energy that was several times more violent than before, uncontrollably shot out from the palm print, and scattered all the wisps of energy controlled by the ink source around the palm print.

Lin Song on the side, due to the successive use of the "Split Mountain Leg" and the "Cloud Palm" consumed almost all the Yuan Energy in his body, his chest continued to rise and fall due to shortness of breath, and on his pale little face, a pair of eyes stared at the palm prints he cast. If this "Cloud Palm" still can't defeat Moyuan, you can only use the Lock Edge Flute!

Scattering all the Yuan Energy that Mo Yuan had shot out before, the cyan handprint, the speed of which skyrocketed towards Mo Yuan again.

Seeing the situation in the field, Mo Yuan's palms danced again, and streams of near-substantial Yuan Energy were constantly thrown out of Mo Yuan's palms, and then like maggots on tarsal bones, they shot towards the cyan handprint again. And the speed of the cyan handprint's forward rush was also slightly slowed down again due to the blocking of the earthy brown element energy.

"Not good!" Lin Song, who was watching this scene on the side, couldn't help shouting in his heart, and a wisp of worry slowly spread in his heart. Although the burst of the Cloud Palm had washed away most of the Yuan Energy that Mo Yuan had previously shot out, looking at Mo Yuan's state at the moment, it was still sufficient Yuan Energy, as long as he continued to shoot out these seemingly inpowerful Yuan Energy, it would cause a loss to the palm print. And once the energy on the palm print is exhausted, Lin Song will have no choice but to lose!

As if to verify Lin Song's conjecture, between the dancing palms of Mo Yuan, more and more Yuan Energy fell off from Mo Yuan's palms, and then rushed straight towards the cyan handprint as if he had eyes. And the cyan handprint, under Lin Song's increasingly ugly face, the light gradually dissipated, and the energy fluctuations on it also slowly weakened.

Lin Song's "Cloud Palm" couldn't match Mo Yuan's "Fire Surge Decision"!" Off the field, some sharp-eyed people couldn't help but shout when they saw the situation on the field. At this moment, it is the final showdown between the two, and whoever can't hold it first means that whoever is going to lose this game.

"Bang!" Under the attack of countless earth-brown yuan energy, the violent energy carried by the cyan handprint was finally completely consumed, and then with a muffled sound, it turned into a point of light in the sky, dissipating between heaven and earth.

"Song'er is not Moyuan's opponent!" Lin Yi in the audience also whispered helplessly at the moment, and there was a lot of worry in his eyes.

"Fire surges, condensation!" In the field, seeing that the cyan handprint completely collapsed, Mo Yuan suddenly shouted, and then his palms slammed, and the many yuan energy that was originally thrown into the air and scattered in the air was instantly condensed into a fire stick, and then roared and smashed towards Lin Song's lower abdomen, who couldn't dodge.

"Poof!" After receiving a heavy blow, Lin Song's face suddenly turned white, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and his figure also retreated again and again, and then stopped with difficulty at the place where he was about to fall out of the stage.

"I'll just say, this Lin Song can't be Mo Yuan's opponent, after all, the difference in strength between the two is a full six paragraphs!" One of the people in the field, seeing Lin Song, who vomited blood and retreated, couldn't help but feel a little regretful, and then said loudly.

"Hmph, Lin Song hasn't fallen out of the arena yet, how can he be considered a loser!" One of the people beside him could hear him shouting loudly, and he couldn't help but sneer.

The loud conversation between the two was naturally heard by Mo Yuan and Lin Song on the field, and the former chuckled lightly at the moment, and then slowly put his hands behind his back, and said, "Take the initiative to quit, I don't want to hurt you!"

The pain in the lower abdomen made Lin Song cough violently a few times, and Lin Song naturally knew that Mo Yuan's blow just now had not used all his strength, otherwise he would have fallen out of the arena at this moment.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Lin Song's eyes also flashed with a touch of disappointment. Although Mo Yuan could be easily defeated by using the Lockedge Flute, Lin Song didn't want to use the Lockedge Flute as a last resort. And at this moment, for the honor of the Lin family, he had to take it out.

"Teacher, there is no way, I have to use the lock edge flute!" sighed in his heart with a wry smile, and Lin Song's palm slowly touched the lock edge flute on his waist.

"Hey, I thought I could beat him with all my might, but I didn't expect to lose in the end. "Cheng Xian's voice also sounded helplessly in Lin Song's heart, however, just a second before Lin Song's palm was about to touch the lock flute, Cheng Xian's voice came again, making Lin Song's palm suddenly freeze: "Wait a minute!