In the third game, he was born against Kyuhyun. The village chief announced again.

Subsequently, Tiansheng and Kyuhyun walked on the stage of life and death. Both of them turned out to be strong fighters with two fighters. A crackling fight ensued.

“......”

In the third game, Kyu-hyun won. The village chief said with a smile on his eyes. In the next few battles, the disciples of Zeng Tian's four disciples fought against each other several times, and the more they draw, the more ugly the village chief's face became.

And God seemed to be deliberately embarrassing Mo Lan, and even let him draw the strongest fighter in the master-apprentice team this time, the sevenfold powerhouse!

When the village chief saw Mo Lan and Haiqing in the ring, he couldn't help but smile helplessly, and also sent a message to Mo Lan: "Mo Lan, if you think you can't beat, just admit defeat, after all, the strength opposite you is three small ranks higher than you!"

Mo Lan glanced at the village chief with a little deep meaning and shook his head silently. "Brother Haiqing, please advise!"

The village chief looked at Mo Lan's stubbornness to fight, and thought to himself that if Mo Lan encountered any danger later, even if he showed up this old face, he would have to keep Mo Lan unscathed!

"Well, in that case. It's game on!" the village chief announced.

"Grandpa, why did you let Mo Lan go to fight with the strong man of the Fighter Sevenfold! Isn't that sincere to let Mo Lan seek death!" Zeng Wei, who was next to Zeng Tian, hurriedly said.

"Shut up! How could your grandfather and I let Mo Lan go to seek death! You can watch it for me with peace of mind!" Wu Dalang saw that the village chief actually reprimanded his own grandson, and he couldn't interject, so he could only look at Mo Lan in the ring silently.

Haiqing looked at Mo Lan, who only had the triple fighter, pouted and shook his head, "Little friend, you should go down, look like you are more than ten years old at most, right?" It's better to cultivate for a few more years, maybe in three years, six years later, no one in the fighter level will be your opponent!"

Listening to Haiqing's contemptuous words, Mo Lan also said: "Mo Lan still thanks Brother Haiqing for his kindness, but Mo Lan thought about it, in a few years, maybe Mo Lan can beat Brother Haiqing down with one hand, so ......"

"You're looking for death!" Haiqing suddenly attacked Mo Lan with a punch. Mo Lan, who hadn't reacted yet, was knocked out of blood and collapsed to the ground by Haiqing's 70,000 jin of huge force.

"Brother Haiqing, you are so powerful! I am almost losing my combat power when I hit me with one punch, but even if I can't beat you, I will fight with all my might!"

With that, Mo Lan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. The fighting spirit suddenly possessed the body and mimicked. An incomparably powerful force quickly climbed into Mo Lan's body.

At this time, Mo Lan was the triple peak of the fighter, and coupled with the double strengthening of the fighting spirit, Mo Lan's strength reached 70,000 jin in an instant.

"Okay, Brother Haiqing, please pick me up a few tricks. Mo Lan said loudly. "Pop" Mo Lan took out his wooden sword with a heavy face, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Haiqing on the opposite side.

"Poof, Master, where did you find such a strange thing! You actually want to use a wooden sword to deal with my disciple of the Fighter Seven? And what the hell is that fighting spirit! Hahahaha. ”

"Moye, you may have to look away this time!" the village chief glanced at his own disciple, and there was an unnoticed light in his eyes.

"It turned out to be the breath of the Dou Emperor! That wooden sword actually had the breath of the emperor's soldiers!" the village chief whispered.

"Uh, Mo Lan. Although I don't know what your fighting spirit is, you possessed by your fighting spirit do give me a little dangerous aura. But are you sure you want to fight me with this wooden sword?"

"Hehe, Brother Haiqing, don't underestimate this wooden sword, this wooden sword is a big murder weapon given to me by my master!"

"Oh, is it? That Zeng Tian Master Ancestor was very good to you, he even gave you a wooden sword, poof......" Before he finished speaking, Haiqing smiled suddenly.

The people in Wutong Village in the audience looked at Mo Lan, and they also whispered one after another, "This Mo Lan actually dares to use a wooden sword to deal with the strong man of the fighter Sevenfold, could it be that this wooden sword is really awesome?"

"You don't know about this brother, I saw Mo Lan and Ren Zhuang's provocative Liang Jun fighting when he saw Mo Lan's sword, so he picked Ren Zhuang's sword and picked ......."

"Liang Jun, who is that?" Then the man began to explain to the man who didn't know who Liang Jun was, and the gushing narration was unbelievable. If Mo Lan heard this brother's story, he would definitely give him a thumbs up.

"Whoosh" Mo Lan's footsteps kept changing, and with a volley flying sword, the wooden sword stabbed towards Haiqing's chest. Haiqing, who felt Mo Lan's attack, also trembled when the wooden sword reached his chest one centimeter.

It was as if the wooden sword would be in danger as long as it was inserted into his body. Hurriedly drew his short sword.

Like an antelope hanging its horns, Haiqing's short sword instantly pulled out Mo Lan's sword and picked it up. "Click" Haiqing's right hand was forceful, and he slashed at Mo Lan's wooden sword a few times.

Mo Lan, who was slashed backwards by Haiqing's huge force for a while, hurriedly pushed the wooden sword back, and in an instant, the wooden sword was inserted into the extremely hard ring. Mo Lan also stabilized his figure.

"Mo Lan, you're very good, I'll let you attack first. Haiqing said lightly.

"Yes, then I will thank Brother Haiqing. Mo Lan held the sword in his right hand and attacked Haiqing's lower three ways, and a sweep made Haiqing retreat while dodging.

"Papa" looked at the ring that was close at hand, Haiqing's short sword quickly poked at the ground, his body suddenly took off, and he came behind Mo Lan with a flip.

"It's amazing!" Mo Lan shouted, and quickly turned around. Continuously and continuously attacked Haiqing.

"Papapapa" Mo Lan slashed at the sea several times in a row, and then stabbed quickly in a row. But Haiqing seemed to be able to see through what move Mo Lan was going to perform next, and he actually defended his moves.

Ten minutes later, Mo Lan panted and stood to the side looking at Haiqing, who was still proud. "Brother Haiqing, your swordsmanship is so powerful, it seems that I have to rely on sharp weapons to deal with you, it is impossible after all. ”

"Whoosh" Mo Lan suddenly kicked his feet, and the wooden sword stabbed sharply towards Haiqing's abdomen.

"It's a good time!" Seeing Mo Lan's sudden sneak attack, he didn't get angry, he just smiled like a senior teaching a junior.

Mo Lan's sword did not stab into Haiqing's abdomen as expected. I saw Haiqing's short sword, I don't know when it had already blocked Mo Lan's wooden sword.

Moreover, Haiqing held the hilt of the sword in his right hand and the tip of the sword in his left hand, and the sword was also bent at 80 degrees.

"Poof~" Mo Lan was shocked and vomited a mouthful of blood. And at the moment when he was shocked back by Haiqing, Mo Lan only felt a tremor in his body......

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