Sure enough, when Lin Qing, who was acting as a referee on the sidelines, saw Li He flying Lin Dong on the top, he decisively stretched out his hand and shouted to stop.

If you don't stop at this time, Li He will be able to rush in front of Lin Dong immediately, and if you don't make three moves, Lin Dong will definitely die.

Hearing Lin Qing's shout, Li He stopped, clasped his fists again, and said with a serious face: "Agreed!" ”

After Lin Dong got up, although he was a little embarrassed, he was still neither humble nor arrogant, and he couldn't see the loss of defeat on his face, and he also returned the salute.

This performance made several big heads present nod their heads again and again, and after Li He and the others left the field, Zhao Zhiwen strode into the field.

After looking around, Zhao Zhiwen said loudly: "Zhao Zhiwen, in the lower eight gates of the Golden Lock Knife, please give me advice!" ”

Zhao Tiancheng looked indifferently at a middle-aged man diagonally opposite, and behind him, there were three men and one woman, a total of four disciples.

The middle-aged man on the opposite side looked at Zhao Tiancheng without flinching, with a disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth: "Since Master Zhao has sent a senior apprentice, then let's let us Mo Shiyiquan lead the teaching." ”

After speaking, he motioned to a male disciple behind him, who stepped out of the line and walked into the room.

A distinct smell of gunpowder brewed in the room.

Seeing this, Song Zhan quietly sent a message to Xiao Wu: "Xiao Wu, what's going on?" The Mo style Xingyi Fist on the opposite side has a festival with our Bagua Golden Lock Knife? ”

Xiao Wu looked at the Mo style head opposite angrily, and explained to Song Zhan: "Brother Zhan, you don't know about this, five years ago, our Eight Gates Golden Lock Knife and Mo Style Xingyi Fist had a fight, and it was our senior brother who fought with each other at that time. ”

"It's a pity that our senior brother is too upright, and when he can obviously hit the opponent hard to set up the victory, he can't bear to abolish the opponent and take it away, resulting in the opponent's counterattack, and he twisted his right arm and almost cut off the road of martial arts."

"At that time, the master was angry and the other party's head Mo asked, it was the middle-aged man who fought fiercely, beat the other party until he vomited blood, and was stopped."

After listening to Xiao Wu, Song Zhan understood why there had been such a strong smell of gunpowder between the two parties, and it turned out that there was such a grudge entanglement.

While talking, the two of them had already saluted each other.

"Eight Golden Lock Knife, Zhao Zhiwen."

"Mo Xingyi Fist, Mo Xingyu."

As Lin Qing's countdown ended, Zhao Zhiwen took the lead, stepping on the gossip, the long knife in his hand was cold, and he rushed straight to the opposite side.

The strength of its momentum and the decisiveness of its body fully demonstrate the essence of the Eight Doors Golden Lock Knife.

Facing Zhao Zhiwen's knife, Mo Xingyu on the opposite side shook the spear in his hand and stabbed at Zhao Zhiwen's path like a poisonous dragon coming out of a hole.

"Xiao Wu, isn't Xingyi Boxing based on boxing? How to use a gun on the opposite side without a fist? ”

Song Zhan looked at the big gun in Mo Xingyu's hand and asked suspiciously.

Xiao Wu looked at the field and said: "Mo style Xingyi Fist is a combination of the Mo family gun and Xingyi Fist, the two martial arts complement and fuse each other, this is why there is Mo Style Xingyi Fist, and it is normal for the opposite side to use a gun." ”

Song Zhan nodded, looking at the two people fighting fiercely in the field with interest.

Zhao Zhiwen's steps were steady, the long knife in his hand was not released, once he made a move, he would inevitably bring up a snowy knife light and slash at Mo Xingyu's vital point on the opposite side.

And Mo Xingyu's spear skills are also good, especially collapse, sweep, point, and poke, which are amazingly powerful.

After more than ten moves, Zhao Zhiwen finally found an opportunity and dragged the spear away with a knife, approaching the opponent within three feet.

"Drink!"

A knife slashed down at the opponent's neck, Mo Xingyu decisively discarded the spear in his hand, pinched his five fingers into a beak, and pecked at Zhao Zhiwen's wrist holding the knife, and its speed faintly exceeded the speed of Zhao Zhiwen's knife.

Mo Xingyu's purpose was obvious, to peck Zhao Zhiwen's wrist before the knife fell, thus abolishing his hand holding the knife.

Faced with this situation, the long knife in Zhao Zhiwen's hand was three points faster, but the knife momentum changed, and it slashed towards Mo Xingyu's arm.

Good-looking romance

All kinds of changes are only in a moment.

When Mo Xingyu thought that he had broken away from Zhao Zhiwen's offensive, a sword light hung upside down like a long rainbow, from the bottom up, from his dantian abdomen to the top.

Blood gushes!

"Die!"

Zhao Zhiwen shouted angrily, and the long knife in his hand slashed at Mo Xingyu's neck again.

"Stop!"

Seeing this, Mo Wenxin, who was standing in the team, shouted angrily.

Zhao Zhiwen didn't care about it, his eyes were firm, and there was an explosive murderous aura surging around him.

This is the power that can only be cultivated by constantly fighting and growing!

So, in front of everyone's eyes, Mo Xingyu, a disciple of Mo Shixingyi Fist, was beheaded by Zhao Zhiwen.

"At a young age, you are ruthless and vicious, who taught you this!"

Mo Wenxin saw that his proud disciple was killed on the spot, and immediately shouted angrily at Zhao Zhiwen.

Seeing this, Zhao Tiancheng took a few steps forward, and the original godless eyes burst with light: "Hmph! Regardless of life and death this time, Mo said that he is in the game now, even in reality, Mo Xingyu did not admit defeat, and Master Lin did not terminate the game, what did you say? ”

"Zhao Tiancheng!"

"Any advice?"

Zhao Tiancheng looked at Mo Wenxin and replied in a light tone.

"Okay, shut up, what kind of system will you become in front of the juniors."

Lin Qing stood up and acted as a peacemaker.

"Who dares to insult my master!"

At this moment, a burst of shouts sounded in the sky, and then a red-tasseled spear turned into an afterimage, shooting towards Zhao Tiancheng like thunder.

Zhao Tiancheng had already reacted, but at the fifth level, he couldn't dodge such a fast shot at all, so he could only watch this shot fall towards him.

At this moment, Song Zhan disappeared from the spot in an instant, and appeared in front of Zhao Tiancheng in the next moment, and a heavy shield was held in his hand.

"Bell!"

A bang sounded, the smoke and dust dispersed, and Song Zhan stood in place without moving, putting away his shield.

The spear that bounced back swirled and fell into the hands of a tall man in a military suit.

Song Zhan glanced at the system prompt, and immediately understood what the situation of the person on the other side was.

System: Player Mo Qilin is the first to attack you, and you can defend yourself for 3 minutes.

Obviously, this person is also from Mo Shixingyi Fist, and depending on his age, he is still the senior brother of the other party five years ago as Xiao Wu said.

With just this blow, the faces of the leaders present became a little ugly, not only because the power of this shot was too terrifying, but also because Mo Shi had gone too far this time.

"Bastard thing, who gave you the guts, and didn't apologize to Uncle Zhao."

Although Mo Wenxin was happy to see Zhao Tiancheng deflated in his heart, such disrespectful behavior still made him iron face and reprimanded his own disciples fiercely.

After Mo Qilin was reprimanded by Mo Wenxinyi, he reluctantly walked up to Zhao Tiancheng and bowed to admit his mistake.