No one expected that Mo Jiao would be exposed when Wang Xuanzuo leaned over, and no one expected that after losing a calf, Mo Jiao would become faster. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

This gave people the illusion that it was not a person who was fighting the young man in the green shirt and mask, but a fierce beast, and its sharp minions were ready to attack.

It was as if the calf wasn't supposed to exist at all, only the blood was telling something.

Everyone's eyes widened, they tried their best to grasp something with their vision, and this time, they also saw Zhang's bold movements clearly.

Mojiao fights with beast instincts, every time he pounces is an attack, and as long as he pounces on Zhang Daring, he will use every muscle in his body to strangle his prey!

However, he was wrong, not only him, but everyone was wrong.

The old-fashioned young man looked at Zhang Daring on the field, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead, watching the woman sitting there and laughing straight, but his heart was even more bitter.

This..... What is it?

In the field, Mojiao was like a tiger out of bondage, constantly organizing attacks, and his strength was exerted to the extreme, so that every time, although he did not knock down Zhang Daring, there was an obvious claw mark on the field.

You must know that this is a platform, but it is made of dark iron, and the sword made of stainless steel does not leave the slightest mark on it.

And what kind of terrifying realm is his claw!

Everyone was shocked when they saw it, Zhang Daring was able to avoid his body every time he dodged, and any sluggishness would cause him a fatal blow.

And his movements are like a ballet dancer, sometimes standing on tiptoe and scattering flowers, sometimes holding up his chest and pouting his buttocks, sometimes standing upside down with one hand and precarious, and sometimes passing lightly like a dragonfly.

He looks effortless, but what makes people feel thrilled is that-

Every time, although he was able to avoid it, without exception, he was able to rip off a piece of clothing from his hip, so that after a few rounds, the brightest thing on the field was his white shiny ass!

Ning Wuqian understood as soon as he looked at this ass, this is not Wang Buxuan! Eh, wrong, Ning Wuqian understood as soon as he saw the actions of the owner of this ass, this is not Wang Buxuan!

He was shocked, but he continued to look at it without changing his face, because he knew that the real king had not come out at this time, and everything he had done might have the effect of going in the opposite direction.

Zhang Daring in the field also has distress, he doesn't want to have the demeanor of a master, but he can't do it.

How can a person who has never practiced martial arts know how to use his body?

All his actions seem to tell everyone that he is a layman, but the truth is often the opposite, and in the hearts of everyone, his image has been infinitely elevated.

The one who spoke was a middle-aged man, his muscles all over his body, but he was wearing an extremely tight suit, which made him even more thick and powerful, but the most distinctive thing was his voice, as if there was a terrifying soul called a eunuch lurking inside, which made people's scalp tingle.

Of course, the most goosebumps are what he says, which makes people's stomachs tangled together and disgusting.

"This silver-masked boy is not simple, all his actions seem to be uninhibited, but they are really useful. You see if you don't stand up, how can this **** be just right, and you look at this elasticity, this luster, it's extremely charming. ”

Everyone didn't want to listen to him, so naturally no one answered his words, but chatted by themselves.

"The most powerful thing about him is not his seemingly undisciplined, flawed, but unassailable pace, but his expression. Did you see that? He didn't smile from beginning to end. ”

A thin man dressed in light green clothes spoke, and nodded to himself when he finished speaking, to show that what he said made sense, and he himself was convinced.

Everyone ignored him again as if they were ignoring the big man, and they all showed sympathetic eyes, turned their heads away, and watched the competition quietly.

This is simply not a big fool or a small fool, but it is really equal to the mentally retarded.

He's wearing a mask, how do you see him smiling or not? And it doesn't matter if he laughs or not, it's a competition, not a competition of who can laugh.

Everyone was depressed.

"Why doesn't anyone believe me?" said the thin man in green, also with a depressed face.

Then someone tapped him on the shoulder and said to him:

"People laugh at me for being crazy, I laugh at others for not being able to see through it. ”

When the thin man in green heard this, he felt that it was reasonable, and turned his head to see who was sacred, only to see a big man dressed in sexy clothes come into view.

When he was thinking about it just now, he naturally didn't hear the words that Dahan had just said that made people sweat.

But I heard this profound sentence clearly.

"Brother Taiyin's good poem, I really admire, I don't know what to teach?"

The thin man in green said respectfully.

As soon as Dahan heard this, he felt that there was a play, and he seemed to smell the erosive chrysanthemum smell in the air that fascinated him.

"I think the weather is fine today, presumably it must be the moon and stars at night, I don't know if there is a chance to go on a night tour with your Excellency?"

The big man spoke rather shabbyly, and together with his muscles that contained the aesthetics of violence all over his body, it caused a strong visual and auditory impact on the thin man, and the ghost made the god nod to himself.

The crowd looked back, looked at it all, shook their heads, and turned their heads again.

What a blatant dirty py deal.

Even more tragic is that one of them has no idea.

Let's get back to the venue.

Mo Jiao's movements were already a little sluggish, he was already wet with sweat, and the long-term high-speed movement almost squeezed all his strength, but the murderous aura on his body became thicker and thicker, and his dark pupils occasionally shone with blood-colored light.

Zhang Daring was still standing there as an old god, as if this battle had nothing to do with him, but the snow-white cheeks exposed by the holes on his body revealed his identity.

"Are you still struggling? We don't have a grudge in the first place. ”

Zhang Daring said helplessly, he was also really tired, this Mo Jiao had already organized hundreds of attacks, which not only made his whole body tense, but also his spirit was unprecedentedly concentrated.

When Mo Jiao heard this, his eyes became even more terrifying, as if he was about to eat people.

"I have no grudges against the people of the world all my life, but what have they done to me? They have locked me up with wild beasts, eaten, drank, played with them, and in the end I have tore them with my own hands! However, now that I have the opportunity to kill, it not only does not make me miserable, but it excites me, and although this excitement makes me tired, it makes me want to fight with all my might!"

He stood up, one foot propped up, and slowly drew the greatsword behind his back.

The blade landed, smashing into an oval-shaped pit.

Zhang Daring's pupils shrank, and his heart shook violently, on this sword, he felt an unprecedented oppressive force!