"Peerless girl, who do you think will have the better chance of victory between the two?" Char asked with interest.

"Mo Xiaoxiang!" Leng Wushuang replied directly without thinking about it.

She had seen Mo Xiaoxiang full of firepower, although he would definitely not use that power in this competition, but Leng Wushuang felt that Mo Xiaoxiang would win, and she couldn't say why.

Char smiled slightly at her answer, like an old man despised her as a young man.

"Wushuang girl, although the weapon in the hands of the sacrificial apprentice is better than the other party, but the martial artist's competition does not rely entirely on weapons, do you know? That guy is an orthodox level 4 martial artist, and in terms of physical appearance, that little guy has no advantage at all. Leng Wushuang listened to Char's words as if he knew Mo Xiaoxiang's opponent very well.

She can be regarded as half a martial artist, and the way to measure the strength of martial artists is nothing more than: strength, type, technique, and weapon. These four aspects.

Force: refers to the unilateral power, almost all warriors need to confront the enemy head-on, so the strength of the strength is enough to play the role of the key surname.

Type: refers to the body shape of the individual, too fat will move slowly, too thin will inevitably have an unstable center, too tall will be sluggish, too short will attack the surface will become smaller.

Skill: refers to the skills used, whether it is swordsmanship, stick skills, marksmanship and a series of moves using weapons. The strength of this skill technique is sometimes enough to change the strength and weakness of the force and type, and the Xuantian Sword Technique of Sacrifice belongs to this kind of highest-level method.

Weapon: As the name suggests, it refers to a weapon, and every warrior will have a weapon that he or she is proficient in. Only a very small percentage of people will deal with the enemy with their bare hands, and the quality of a weapon can sometimes be equally deadly.

Based on the above four points, Char analyzed that the first two Mo Xiaoxiang were obviously weaker than the opponent, and the weapon was only slightly stronger than the opponent, which was not much of an advantage.

As for the third martial art, you can only know it when you really fight, but from the perspective of the comprehensive family name, Mo Xiaoxiang's chances of victory are very low.

The Xuantian Sword Technique is an extremely domineering sword technique, and what is taught in it is only a strong attack, after all, only the weak will wait for the opponent to attack themselves.

Mo Xiaoxiang stepped forward with an arrow, using his own flexible surname to keep moving his figure in front of the other party.

The priest looked at Mo Xiaoxiang's movements and nodded with satisfaction. When he taught Mo Xiaoxiang, he did not use the diligent study and hard practice required by Chen Han when he taught himself, and he was tempered into steel.

This is not because he is smarter than Chen Han, it's just that Mo Xiaoxiang is no longer a child, he has missed the age of laying the foundation, in order to let him better use the Xuantian Sword Technique, the sacrifice directly changed some elements of the Xuantian Sword Technique according to Mo Xiaoxiang's special surname.

Now Mo Xiaoxiang is performing one of them, that is, footwork. Use the minimum distance to confuse your opponents, which will not only reduce your own consumption, but also find the opportunity to kill in one hit.

The Xuantian Sword Technique is not like the sword techniques of other sects, with a variety of sword moves. There are only nine styles in the Xuantian Sword Technique, each of which has one move, but the power contained in this move far surpasses any other move.

The big man, holding the war knife in his hand, slashed at Mo Xiaoxiang's position several times in a row, but did not touch his body, Mo Xiaoxiang knew that the other party had no way to master his movements.

He didn't rush to attack his opponent, but wanted to try more and try to see where he had reached.

In the eyes of the other party, this kind of thinking of his is like a deliberate provocation.

"Boy, you're a rabbit, aren't you?" you know how to run, you can't fight yet!" the big man shouted in annoyance when he saw that he couldn't touch his opponent in a few attacks.

The people around who watched the excitement also made sighing sounds, they wanted to see real fights. Mo Xiaoxiang's method of testing his own ability is running away in their eyes.

"If you can't fight, you know how to run, if you can't fight, you will admit defeat!"

"That's it!

"Big man, you're really useless, you hit him, you hit him!"

The people around him seemed to be really unbearable, and the argument became louder and louder.

The so-called people talk too much, and if they talk too much, people will also be upset.

Mo Xiaoxiang stopped, and he turned to look at the sacrifice.

The sacrifice seemed to be annoyed by these people watching the excitement, and he directly signaled Mo Xiaoxiang to end it quickly.

Mo Xiaoxiang smiled slightly, the long sword he was holding was held in his hand and at shoulder level, his body sank slightly, and his right foot stretched out back for half a meter, as if he was preparing to run.

The big man is also a level 4 martial artist, and he will not miss the opportunity for the other party not to move. In his eyes, this is not a sneak attack, and the real knives and guns have been taken out, so there is nothing to pay attention to.

He strode forward, his sword striking a dark red arc in midair.

But what is unexpected is that I saw a golden lightning flash, and with a sound of "ding~~", half of the blade fell from mid-air to the left side of the crowd, and the most noisy audience happened to be there.

They looked at the blade in front of them and stepped back one after another, this move was the Xuantian Sword's ninth form of Cangtian Jin, but Mo Xiaoxiang had not fully mastered it, so there needed to be a process of accumulating strength.

However, in the eyes of the sacrificer, he was quite satisfied, and in just over a month, he could barely use Cangtian Jin, which was enough to show that Mo Xiaoxiang had the qualifications to become an excellent swordsman.

Char, who was watching the excitement in another place, was a little dumbfounded, and with his strength, he could barely see clearly.

"Peerless girl, is this little guy really only learning swordsmanship from the priest for a month?" he couldn't believe it, he hadn't heard of anyone who could fight a level 4 martial artist after learning swordsmanship for a month.

Leng Wushuang didn't speak, but her gaze turned to the other side.

At this time, Mo Xiaoxiang's long sword was already on the neck of the big man.

"Apologize or die!" his words were very crisp, and the mourner standing aside was stunned for a moment.

He is familiar with this scene, he seems to have done the same five years ago, what kind of master there is, what kind of apprentice, this is really right.

But at this time, an uninvited guest came, and the thick vines directly pulled Mo Xiaoxiang away from the big man's side, and at the same time lifted him high.

At the same time, six walls with green patterns sprouted from these vines, and in a moment, a box was set up to lock Mo Xiaoxiang inside.

"Prison!?"

The priest turned his head and fixed his eyes directly on the man in white who walked out of the gravel hotel.

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