The cheers of the crowd came to an abrupt end with this muffled voice, and Mo Ye turned around to see a young brute three points taller than Gruul walking out. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The brute's swarthy face had a hideous scar that stretched from the base of his left ear to the right of his chin, so that there was a noticeable break in the needle-like beard on his chin.

"Fengjiao, you go down for me!"

Agoura stood up with a gloomy face, "Hatred will only blind the eyes of the fool, and will not block the mind of the wise. Fengjiao, your father fought for the glory of the tribe, although he died at the hands of the Terrans, but that battle proved his bravery, we won the victory, why can't you let it go?"

Wind Horn slammed his right fist into his chest and bowed to Agoura.

He took a deep breath, straightened up and said to Agoura, "Honorable Chief, it's not that the Wind Horn wants to offend your majesty, but this person ......"

He suddenly turned his head, a pair of eyes slashed into Mo Ye's face like a knife, and he gritted his teeth and said, "It's this damn guy, he cut off my father's head!"

Fengjiao pointed a finger at Mo Ye, almost roaring and roaring: "I was behind my father in that battle, I saw him cut off my father's head with a knife! I can recognize him even if he is burned to ashes, I once swore to the sun god that if I saw this damned human one day, I would kill him!"

Mo Ye frowned, he slowly raised his head, and saw a somewhat terrifying face with red ears and red hair.

He couldn't think of such a face, where on the battlefield did he have time to carefully observe the enemy's face, on the battlefield, he only needed to pick up his sword and swing his sword, and kill the opponent without remembering the opponent.

Mo Ye was silent, but the muscles in his body were contracting frantically, adjusting the strength of every inch of his skin.

There was silence on the field, but it was like the calm before the storm.

Agora walked over, he stood opposite Mo Ye and Feng Jiao, he looked at Mo Ye, and then at Feng Jiao, he took a deep breath and said in a low voice: "Feng Jiao, do you know what kind of punishment you will face if you disobey my orders?"

"Fengjiao knows, but the enemy is in front of him and can't be avenged, Fengjiao ...... Can't do it. ”

Mo Ye suddenly looked at Agoura and said, "There is revenge and revenge, and there is revenge and revenge, this is understandable. I accept his challenge, and you don't have to punish him, if it were me, I would have chosen it that way. ”

Agoura was silent, looked at Fengjiao and asked, "It's over!"

"No!" Feng Jiao straightened up and said firmly: "The battle of life and death, never die!"

"You ......!" Agoura's eyes widened, and a powerful momentum suddenly appeared, and the wind horn "kicked and kicked" three steps back, but stubbornly raised his head again.

"Then it's a battle of life and death. Mo Ye suddenly smiled, looked at Agoura and said, "If I die, just find a place to bury me, no matter what, I thank you for saving my life, although I don't understand why you saved me." ”

Agoura patted Moye on the shoulder, nodded and walked out of the field with a gloomy face.

"Fair fighting, life and death. You use a knife...... Or with a sword?" asked Feng Jiao, staring at Mo Ye deadly.

"With a knife. ”

"Pu knife or long knife?"

"Pak Dao. ”

"Okay, I use a knife too, but I use a long knife. I will cut off your head and hang it on my father's grave. ”

"It's up to you. ”

Two knives were sent in, the Pu knife was three feet three inches long, and the long knife was six feet six inches long.

The moment Mo Ye grasped the hilt of the sword, it was as if he had returned to the battlefield.

He looked at it very carefully with his knife, shining in the sun, still so sharp, still so familiar.

With a knife in hand, I have it in the world!

Today's battle is not a cavalry battle, but an infantry battle. Mo Ye's knife was half as short as the Wind Horn, and although his strength had increased a lot, and he even simply defeated Gruul, the guy in front of him looked even more powerful than Gruul.

No matter how powerful he is, as long as he is not a cultivator, Mo Ye has nothing to fear.

So as his hand slashed over the body of Pu Dao's knife, he became more and more calm, and he sank into a state of battle more and more.

The heart was beating violently, and Mo Ye was calm, but it was excited. Each throb of it pumped out a large stream of blood, bringing more strength to Mo Ye's muscles.

Fengjiao raised the knife and retreated, Moye dragged the knife back, and the two retreated to a distance of ten zhang from each other, and the eyes of the two pairs of eyes collided in the field, as if a stone was suddenly thrown into the surface of the mirror-like lake.

So the mirror-like surface of the lake suddenly shattered.

"Ah......h

Many women and children outside the arena widened their eyes and covered their mouths, as if they had seen a bloody head flying up under the long knife.

The second warrior of the tribe, Wind Horn, with his full force...... That skinny Terran boy has a life!

Mo Ye's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was silent, but he could see that his lips were suddenly pursed tightly, and there were two muscles on his cheeks.

He dragged the Pu knife in his right hand, he slightly catted his waist, and stepped out after starting at the wind corner, and a muffled sound of "bang" came, and he rushed towards the wind corner like a cheetah.

His right hand tightened quickly, and his left hand suddenly opened, then clenched into a fist.

Ten zhang distance is in a flash.

"Die!"

Fengjiao roared, and a loud "bang" came from his feet, and he soared into the air, suddenly turning his knife, and the long knife cut a brilliant arc in the air, like a silver lightning slashing down on Mo Ye's head.

The long knife has not arrived, but the sharp knife wind has arrived.

Mo Ye was still silent, his right leg suddenly exerted force, and his body moved sideways at the moment of the long knife, and continued to rush forward.

"Boom......!"

The long knife of the wind horn slashed to the ground, and the withered grass flew up, dancing all over the sky.

Before the other person landed, the long knife was re-rounded, and the knife was swept with both hands, and the moment he landed, the knife swept into a semicircle.

Mo Ye clenched the handle of the knife at this moment, and suddenly raised the knife!

The knife rises behind him and slashes over his right shoulder, and his left hand catches the knife at the moment when the sword is in the sky, turning into a two-handed knife.

A slash fell, slashing through the fluttering dead grass, "Boom ......!" slashed at the knife swept by the wind corner.

A powerful force poured out of his hands and passed through the hilt to the blade, and the long knife of the Wind Horn sinked five points abruptly.

Fengjiao twisted his waist and swung his knife, and the knife was raised obliquely, and he brushed away the Pu knife of Mo Ye, and the long knife suddenly slammed in the air, and the backhand cut with a knife.

The sharp sword wind came to his face, Mo Ye raised his hands, and the Pu knife was across his head.

"Qiang ......!"

The long knife of the wind horn fell, and the powerful force was like a mountain pressing on the top, Mo Ye's body fell slightly, and his legs sank a foot.

He gritted his teeth violently, his hands were bruised and bulging, and the long knife in his hand was desperately pressed against the wind corner.

Fengjiao's eyes were almost protruding, and the hideous scar was squirming wildly, and he suddenly opened his big mouth, "Die!"

Mo Ye was already much shorter than the wind horn, and a force that was almost incomparable was transmitted, and the Pu Dao gradually sank.

Just when the long knife was pressed on top of his head, he suddenly turned sideways and slanted the knife, and a piercing friction sound sounded "squeak...... and Mo Ye rolled out on the ground like a rabbit.

The wind horn long knife fell to the ground again, and he stepped out in one step, the momentum was like a rainbow, and the long knife was like practice, and he slashed towards Mo Ye again.

Mo Ye knelt on one knee, and at this moment, a bright sunlight shone on the knife, and a bright light reflected out, just shooting on Fengjiao's eyes.

Fengjiao closed his eyes and turned his head at this moment.

Mo Ye suddenly stood up, his body swooped down like an eagle in the air, and the cold glow of Pu Dao bloomed in the sun.