"Today's friendly match is to test the strength of the new bloodlines of the two clans, so you don't have to show mercy! Those who are defeated and defeated can admit defeat, if they refuse to admit defeat, they will continue to fight until one side is completely defeated, but remember not to take people's lives! Friendship first, competition second!" The two patriarchs said in unison.

As soon as the words fell, the hearts of the crowd must have set off a lot of waves. If you don't show mercy in this kind of competition, a careless person will be a matter of life and death, unless you restrict the display of your strength, right? You must know that cultivators attach great importance to face! If a cultivator wants to fight, he should fight to the end, and it is a great shame to admit defeat halfway. Therefore, very few people will deliberately admit defeat, even if they are defeated, they will continue to fight, defend their honor, and honor despite defeat. This is not only the principle of cultivators, but also the noble spirit contained in this event!!

However, the sentence just now had to let everyone think about it. Although this restricts the fight, the strength of both sides is so strong that they can't knock their opponents out of the ring, and then the two refuse to admit defeat, that is the battle that never stops?

"That's what I want! Are you here to challenge? I'm afraid I'll just be eliminated by hate," Mo Yin pursed his lips and sneered.

Sure enough, it was still the same, and Ziming wiped a handful of sweat. Mo Yin is no longer arrogant and conceited, this is completely sick. Now let's see if there can be a "capable person" to cure him, after all, this is a competition between the two families, and the rules don't allow Ziming to go up to deal with Moyin. The young man in the black trench coat reached out and pushed the mask, but remained silent, as if he did not hear the sharp voice of Mo Yin. No one could have guessed the look on the boy's mask.

"Why are you wearing a mask? Are you afraid that you will lose the battle and lose your face?" asked Mo Yin in a low voice. However, the boy still did not answer.

Mo Yin's face was furious, this person didn't even agree with his own words. I couldn't help but curse in my heart, you stinky boy, why are you so arrogant? Yuan Force Condensation-Ice Blade!The power of Mo Yin's whole body was condensed in an instant, from legs to waist, from waist to shoulders, from shoulders to hands, and finally to the ice blade in his hand. His arms clenched the blades, and a pale golden light swept through his body like a whirlwind. A dazzling cold light quenched out on top of the cold and ruthless blade, and the sword body was straight, pointing straight at the sky, as if it was about to cut the sky!

Powerful air currents spread out from both sides of the blade, and the surrounding lapis lazuli floor was covered in frost. This blow can completely kill a person! The masked boy didn't move, letting the blade of the knife cut down

At this time, there was a gasping sound from the audience, this guy is finished! But after a while, everyone's eyes were completely glazed. The masked boy was like a phantom, and the blade couldn't touch him. Mo Yin only felt a force coming from behind him. Poof! Mo Yin pushed people out of the ring before he realized what was going on

"What is this?"

"Ghost: Nothingness?" Azusa muttered darkly. Is this person in front of him Ye Hong? However, there is no way to say for sure now. You must know that this world is so big, how can it be that Ye Hong is the only one who has "Ghost: Nothingness"? It's just that it is certain now that this young man is undoubtedly a strong opponent.

Mo Yin had already struck with all his might just now. Yes, he was too confident. So much so that the full force of the blow was nothing more than a void illusion. He was completely teased in the palm of his hand. The defeat was complete. The opponent didn't use any magic skills, but just used the power of the ghost to create an illusion, and then pushed it

"This is insidious," Mo Yin said a little unconvinced.

"This is a tactic, and the soldiers are not tired of cheating!" Zi Ming said with a smile. Could it be that this hasn't cured you yet?

Looking at the strong people on the stage, those who are weaker and weaker don't have the courage to come to power at all, and Ziming is still storing his strength and waiting to see what happens, and the two patriarchs seem to understand something, and now they open a new ring, and then draw lots to select the town to challenge. In the end, those who advance will have a showdown. Unfortunately, the "town man" selected by lottery is Ziming.

As for Ziming, he soon saw that many people were staring at him, and these people were staring at him one by one, staring at him as if they were hungry beasts looking at their prey, and they all regarded him as a soft persimmon. Hey, it's no wonder. This is because Ziming usually has no ghosts, and only when he is fighting, Ziming will draw up ghosts. No matter how high his cultivation is, he still looks like a weak chicken on the surface.

"I'll leave this to me!"

"Don't rob any of you, this kid is mine~"

And the battle on the battle platform has broken out, holding a red spear in one hand and jumping up, the burly figure fell on the lapis lazuli floor, and a crisp sound was suddenly emitted, like a god of war descending from the sky! The young man came to Ziming, and weapons were not allowed in the ring match, and it was obvious that the young man couldn't wait to condense Yuan Li into a spear. The people next to the boy all bypassed him, and those people had to secretly resign themselves to their own bad luck. The strength of the teenager who rushed to the stage was obviously not weak, but he snatched a soft persimmon opponent, which made those weak people unable to find a sense of existence. Zi Ming saw the teenagers who had bypassed him, and obviously knew that this person was not so easy to mess with.

"You'd better admit defeat, right?" everyone in the audience persuaded Ziming. It seems that the winner of this game has been divided, and there is no suspense.

"Did you hear that, they told you to admit defeat~", Ziming rubbed his nose and said nonchalantly.

The young man with the spear in his hand froze, but soon laughed again, because he knew that no matter what he said, he would still win anyway. As soon as he thought of this, he propped his spear on his back and put his hands on it. Hanging Erlang whistled, and the eyebrows on his right eye twitched, making a playful gesture.

"I don't want my spear to get bloody, so you better go down!" said the young man, raising his hand.

"Then why are you still rushing to the stage? want to grab the position of the town?", Ziming scratched his head and smiled very cooperatively. He asked, looking puzzled.

Don't look at the Mo family and the Ye family so friendly, but there is still intrigue among the juniors, you fight and I fight. The young man in front of him must be for the sake of face, he thinks that Ziming is easy to bully, he can foil him, and can increase his face, but I'm afraid that he will be disappointed later

"Less nonsense!

Between the sound of gold and iron, sparks flew everywhere, but when the spear made contact with the ice blade, Ziming's footsteps retreated rapidly, and as the soles of his feet fell, the hard lapis lazuli floor spread a tiny crack. The young man smiled proudly as soon as he saw that he had the upper hand, but he didn't know that Ziming didn't release the power of the "ghost", Ziming just gathered a little yuan power to form an ice blade.

"It's over!" the boy smiled proudly.

The strength of the whole body was suddenly concentrated in his hand, but at this time, Ziming's figure did not move at all. When the boy saw that his offensive was not working, he charged another blow. But Ziming never moved like a mountain. The young man roared out in disbelief, and after the beastly roar, his strength skyrocketed again, and it was a shock of cohesion! Ziming shook his head lightly, this was really not a bit of technical content. When the attack fluctuated in front of Zi Ming, the brilliant Hua Mang overshadowed everything, and the sword light fell from the sky, which was exactly the technique that Zi Ming had practiced before-pull out the knife and slash!

Quietly looking at the teenager who fell under the stage, the crowd had a dreamlike feeling. Could it be that he misunderstood? A knife, just a knife! Powerful and domineering, he directly defeated the burly boy, so that he didn't even have a chance to admit defeat!

"So fast, so accurate, so ruthless!" the crowd swallowed. Those who were not perceptive enough were not even able to see the sword light that fell from the sky. There is no forward swing or backswing, no fancy fist embroidered legs. The blow was so simple, yet so gorgeous. This is like a monotonous "draw sword slash", if you want to choose a name for this move, I am afraid that "full moon slash" will be more appropriate. What martial arts pursue is fast, the world's martial arts, unbreakable, only fast and unbreakable