Judging from the performance of the other party, there is no intention to abstain, which is a good thing for Mo Wendao.

Ten breaths of time, in a flash.

The light mask dissipated, and the two sides entered the ring.

"Isn't it strange to you why I didn't abstain?"

Mo asked's opponent looked at Mo calmly and asked.

As for the abstention, Mo asked if he was concerned, but it depended on whether the other party would answer.

"I don't care, do you abstain or not!"

Mo asked, shaking his head.

If the other party says this and doesn't give an answer in the end, it's not a good thing for him.

Mo asked if he didn't want to, at this time, he was depressed by the other party.

"You really don't want to know?"

The other party looked at Mo in surprise and asked.

Originally, I wanted Mo to ask and ask him why, and I could also take the opportunity to make Mo Wenwen depressed.

"Actually, it's better if you abstain!"

Mo asked, but he wanted the other party to abstain.

After the other party abstained, Mo Wenwen felt that the other party would be more unlucky than him.

The criteria for judging the land of trials seem to be very individual, and if you violate something, the possibility of bad luck is very large.

"I want to give it a try, what is so special about you, the person who made us spend so much effort chasing and killing!"

The other party wanted to see Mo Wendao's strength.

As for how much of his words were true, Mo asked and it was not clear.

"I'm going to make a move!"

Mo asked and reminded the other party.

Since the other party has the guts, stay here to test his strength, and it is not easy for Mo Wendao to make a sneak attack.

Hold on to the eighth game, Mo Wendao still wants to see if the other party can have a few more moves with him, the disciples of the Yipin Sect should have some life-saving secret techniques.

The second of the three heavenly forms, the covering style of the five successful powers, slapped at each other.

"You dare to underestimate me!"

The other party was furious.

Mo Wendao is good at flying knives, swordsmanship, formations, and body techniques, and what he uses is palm techniques, which has the meaning of underestimating him.

The other party, who was angry, dealt a blow to Mo Wenwen with twelve successes.

Bang!

After the first blow, there is no second blow.

"It seems that the attack is a bit heavy!"

Mo asked and looked at the other party, already looking at the intake and outgas.

With the five successful power of covering the ground, it is not difficult to kill a mid-stage metamorphosis.

The other party was carrying it hard, and Mo Wendao slapped it right, and the result was obvious, under the backlash of his skills, he also hit Mo Wendao's move.

Mo Wenwen only performed the ground-covering style, but he didn't only make one move, and his second move also came out with the first move, but he didn't expect the other party to resist the first move, but not the second move.

Without waiting for Mo to ask, he continued to sigh, and the two light masks reappeared, and both sides left the ring.

It's just that the results are different, Mo asked whether to continue the competition, and the other one depends on luck.

Distance, there are only two games left in the top ten.

There are rewards for the top ten, and Mo Wendao also wants to see what rewards can be given in the land of trials.

Half an hour later, Mo asked finally to assign to the opponent again.

At the end of the competition, the opponents become fewer, which directly increases the difficulty of distribution.

The strength is not the same, and considering the difference in the speed of the shot, there will be a time difference, and if there are two games that end at the same time, it can be divided into one.

"Interesting!"

Mo asked, and finally met the person who was chasing him.

In the light mask on the opposite side, it was a person who had chased and killed Mo Wendao.

There are a lot of people sent by the three major forces, especially those teams, there are many genius disciples arranged in them, and the one opposite now has a face-to-face with Mo Wendao.

After ten breaths, the mask dissipated.

"It's really a narrow road!"

The disciple of the Xuanyue Sect complained.

If you can meet Mo Wendao, admitting defeat directly is the best choice.

It's all in the ninth game, it's sorry for yourself if you don't fight once, maybe there is a little chance to beat Mo Wendao, and he will earn it, even if the hope is slim.

"Do it, stop talking nonsense!"

Mo asked, didn't want to talk nonsense with him.

In so many scenes before, Mo asked so much nonsense with them, but now there is no idea of nonsense.

"It's good!"

The disciples of the Xuanyue Sect agreed with Mo Wendao's statement.

He and Mo asked, there is nothing to say, it still depends on whose strength is stronger, and it is all based on strength.

The two sides glanced at each other, and the disciple of the Xuanyue faction took out his weapon and shot directly at Mo Wendao.

The weapon in the hands of the Xuanyue Sect disciple was the first time Mo Wendao had seen it, a trident.

"Interesting!"

Mo asked, still empty-handed.

He knows the strength of the other party, and he doesn't need to use weapons, so he just looks at the other party, the weapons used, what is special.

The disciples of the Xuanyue Sect stabbed at Mo Wendao with a halberd at an extremely fast speed, and there was no way to dodge it at the speed of the great grandmaster with that halberd.

Mo Wendao is not an ordinary great grandmaster, just the halberd of the Xuanyue Sect disciple, Mo Wendao doesn't even have to hide.

Seeing the first move, Mo asked after blocking it.

The disciples of the Xuanyue Sect did not expect that his first move would have any effect.

Seeing that Mo Wendao didn't take out his weapon, he was more relieved, Mo Wenwen's flying knife, no one could survive after it was cast.

"Don't worry, I won't need to use weapons against you!"

Mo asked, seeing the other party's thoughts.

If the other party does not abstain, there is no need for Mo to use weapons against him.

This disciple of the Xuanyue Sect was not enough for Mo to ask and take out his weapon to fight him.

Trident, this time it didn't stab out.

"A halberd makes a terrible wave!"

The disciples of the Xuanyue Sect displayed their best martial arts.

His halberd technique was cultivated in the sea, and with his current move, he could set off waves hundreds of meters high.

"It's okay!"

Mo Wenwen felt a wave of qi.

There is no water here, and the halberd method of the disciples of the Xuanyue Sect will be discounted a few, which is a manifestation of not being able to cultivate at home.

If you can't cultivate at home, it's very restricted by the environment.

In a favorable environment, it is possible to perform moves that are several times more powerful.

Mo Wendao stood in place, and exerted his maximum power from the fire forging body, within three feet of Mo Wendao, it was all blue-green Nanming Lihuo, if he wanted to attack Mo Wendao, he would first pass the level of Nanming Lihuo.

For ordinary spiritual weapons, Mo Wendao's Nanming Lihuo has a certain blocking effect, and the time of blocking is enough for Mo Wendao to react, and Nanming Lihuo has a great absorption effect on Zhenyuan.

However, in the end, absorbing too much, Mo asked if he could control it, it depended on his strength.

For half an hour, the disciples of the Xuanyue Sect, who didn't know how many halberds they attacked, didn't let Mo ask what he felt.

"Pick me up!"

Mo asked, condensing Nanming from the fire.

One by one, sparks were thrown towards the disciples of the Xuanyue Sect, and sparks the size of a palm surrounded each other.

"Just this little thing, you want to trap me?"

The disciples of the Xuanyue Sect looked down on Mo and asked for this trick.

Nan Ming's separation from fire as a means of attack is nothing, and he thinks he can deal with it.

Every Nanming fire contains the power of the great grandmaster's blow, and for a disciple of his level, it is not necessarily a difficult attack.

"Enjoy!"

Mo asked, continuing to pop sparks.