Walking quickly towards the stage, the outstanding performance in recent days has also made De Lin Song the focus of everyone, countless eyes are quietly staring at the former's every move, and the originally noisy stands are slowly quieting down at this moment. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Walking to the side of the stage, Lin Song and Mo Yuan on the other side glanced at each other, and then they all smiled at each other, and in the next moment, the fighting spirit quietly spread from the two of them.

"Kick!" The soles of his feet stomped on the ground, and Mo Yuan on the other side took the initiative to attack for the first time in so many games, and his clenched fists carried a strong force and smashed towards Lin Song. Lin Song's outstanding performance in the past few days has aroused Mo Yuan's interest in fighting with him.

"Whew!" everyone in the audience couldn't help but be fascinated when they saw Moyuan, who had just taken the initiative to attack, and the ultimate confrontation between the young generations of Lin Mo and the two families will definitely be more exciting than a few days ago!

On the field, looking at Mo Yuan, who was rushing towards him, Lin Song's feet flashed with silver light, and his body was shooting towards the distance, in terms of physical strength alone, Lin Song naturally could not be Mo Yuan's opponent, and he had to temporarily dodge at the moment.

Seeing Lin Song, who wanted to escape, Mo Yuan couldn't help but sneer, for Lin Song's strange pace, in the competition between Lin Song and Mo Hong and Feng Zhi a few days ago, Mo Yuan had observed it on the side, and he also appreciated its mystery. However, even if your steps belong to the silver scroll and other yuanji, relying on the huge gap between the two, I am not afraid at all!

Thinking so in his heart, Mo Yuan stomped on the ground again, and his speed also skyrocketed, and in just an instant, Lin Song's advantage in speed just now was pulled back by it.

The speed skyrocketed, Mo Yuan suddenly chuckled, and as soon as his body turned, he ran in the direction where Lin Song was.

Seeing Mo Yuan, whose speed suddenly skyrocketed, Lin Song was shocked in his heart, and then shook his head with a wry smile. Although the "Wind Step" belongs to the silver scroll-level Yuanji, when he fought against people in the past, he did make De Lin Song much faster than some ordinary Yuan powerhouses. However, the advantage in the past was equalized by this huge strength gap between the two.

If you are a Dingyuan powerhouse, then even if you don't use any Yuanji, you can destroy a world and a world!

Taking a deep breath, Lin Song clenched his fists, and streams of cyan Yuan Energy flowed out from between his fists, and his body also stopped suddenly, and then turned around, turned his head, and then smashed at Mo Yuan in an extremely domineering attitude. Since they no longer have an advantage in speed, there is no need to continue to escape!

"Bang!" The two figures, one black and one blue, collided violently in the center of the stage, bringing a dull sound of flesh colliding.

The fierce collision made De Lin Song's footsteps staggered a few steps back slightly, while Mo Yuan only took half a step back to stabilize his body.

A punch repelled Lin Song, but Mo Yuan's face did not show the slightest joy. To be able to fight and win against the fourth stage of Puyuan, Lin Song naturally has a few brushes of his own. Although Mo Yuan had a lot of confidence in himself, he also understood that it was obviously impossible to defeat Lin Song if he wanted to defeat Lin Song so easily!

On the side of the arena, Lin Song, who was retreating sharply, stomped on the ground fiercely, channeling the strength from his fist to the ground, and barely stabilized himself. A pair of eyes, also without the slightest emotion, staring at the ink source opposite.

"It seems that after the experience of the Yanhe River, it is time to exercise the physical strength!" The hot feeling from the fist made the corners of De Lin Song's mouth move slightly, and then he thought in his heart.

While Lin Song was secretly calculating, Mo Yuan's figure was running again, carrying a fist of fierce wind, and beckoned to Lin Song again.

At the moment of emergency, Lin Song's feet flashed, and the wind was used to the extreme, so that the punch was dangerously dodged.

"Lone Flame Seal Palm!"

A punch missed, Mo Yuan's face did not change at all, his right palm trembled slightly, and a huge energy was condensed in the palm of his right hand, and then slowly formed a handprint pattern, and his left hand reached into the palm print, condensing it with the last step.

"Moo!" Seeing that Mo Yuan was about to cast a solitary flame seal, Lin Song's face was solemn, his mouth opened slightly, and a crisp sound wave spread out like ripples around Lin Song's mouth.

The speed of the sound wave was extremely fast, and in just an instant, it penetrated into Mo Yuan's ears, making his head dizzy, and the pace of rushing forward was also slowed down.

"Crack the mountain legs!" restrained the speed of Mo Yuan, Lin Song's face remained unchanged, and the strands of Yuan were like a flood that burst the embankment, constantly gushing out from Lin Song's legs, and his legs, which were originally slightly thin and soft, suddenly became as hard as steel rods.

At the moment when Lin Song's "Split Mountain Legs" was completed, the ink source that was restrained by Lin Song's speed with a sharp lock step was also completed at this moment The condensation of the last step of the Lone Flame Seal Palm was also completed, an energy handprint that was several times larger than the palm of the hand, constantly shaking on the ink source's palm, and the energy fluctuations that made the hearts of the people beat were like sparks jumping out of the furnace, constantly overflowing towards the surroundings.

Around the arena, looking at the two people on the field who each showed their own tricks against the enemy, there was a touch of fire in their eyes, and almost everyone was eager to know, Lin Song, the dark horse who stood out in the Lin family's friendly match, would it always be dark?

On the field, the two people who had finished using their Yuan Ji finally collided together fiercely under the witness of countless people. At the moment of contact, the wooden plank on which the soles of the two people stood was directly shaken open cracks, and the entire stage shook slightly. Immediately afterwards, an unusually loud explosion sound also came from the junction of the palms and legs, making everyone around even have momentary tinnitus.

The figures of the two who maintained the confrontation only lasted for a moment, and a figure in a green shirt suddenly retreated backwards, and after stepping back a few meters on the ground, he stabilized his body again.

"Wow~" off the field, seeing Lin Song retreat again and again, many people sighed secretly in disappointment. Although Lin Song had excellent talent in cultivation, the gap in strength between him and Mo Yuan was still too big.

Lin Song, who stabilized his body, his chest continued to rise and fall because of his rapid breathing, and a pair of eyes stared at Mo Yuan, who was still in the same posture as he had fought against him not far away. He didn't expect that after exerting the split mountain leg to the extreme, he was still broken by Mo Yuan's palm.

Mo Yuan, who was not far away, maintained the same posture as Lin Song, but the many terrifying energies in his palm were all offset at this moment, and a feeling of numbness also slowly moved up along his palm, so that his entire arm was temporarily unconscious. Obviously, this encounter did not cause any damage to Mo Yuan as Lin Song thought.

"Is this the power of the fifth stage of Puyuan, it is really powerful enough!" his eyes moved away from Mo Yuan's body. Lin Song took a deep breath, and then slowly spit it out, but in his eyes, a touch of fiery battle intent was quietly brewing. The right hand was slowly raised, and many yuan energies in the body followed the specific meridians to the palm of the right hand, and a slightly condensed energy palm print was also formed in Lin Song's palm.

"Mo Yuan, this trick is a cloud palm, I don't know if you can catch it!" Seeing the palm print take shape, Lin Song suddenly smiled and laughed.

"Hehe, even though you have outstanding talent, you haven't broken through to Puyuan after all. This trick "Fire Surge Decision", if you can successfully take it, Mo Yuan will automatically give up if you win this competition!" Mo Yuan smiled slightly, and his palms were surging, and he whispered to Lin Song.