The painful and distorted look on Mo Huai's face caught Zhou Huan's attention, and his steps towards Mo Qing also stopped.

"Young Master Mohuai, what's wrong with you?"

Mo Huai's face was flushed, one arm waved there unnaturally, and his mouth said, "It hurts!

"It hurts? Could it be that this kid's fist is so powerful that it can make a second-level fighter feel pain?"

"It's not that ordinary pain, it's a heart-piercing pain, and it's so cold, it's biting cold!"

"It's so cold, what's going on? It's not too hot here!"

Zhou Huan didn't dare to take a step forward, but stayed there, looking at Mo Huai nervously, if Mo Huai couldn't defeat Mo Qing, then today's matter would be troublesome.

Mo Huai waved his arms in pain to relieve the pain, and there was time to answer Zhou Huan's questions carefully.

"Let me tell you!"

Mo Qing on the opposite side suddenly spoke, and walked slowly towards the two.

"What are you going to say?"

Zhou Huan and Mo Huai's faces changed at the same time.

"Say what, say today is the death date for the two of you!"

Mo Qing's body jumped, rushed forward, and slammed into Mo Huai.

Mo Huai hurriedly resisted, and a punch was thrown out against each other, and the fists of the two people slammed together again.

The strength of the heart came again, and Mo Qing's strength was not very great, at least it was not enough to cause any damage to Mo Huai.

But it was this kind of strength that made his muscles and bones twitch!

It's like a punch, and there are a few needles hidden in it, and the fist doesn't cause you any damage, but those needles pierce you with blood!

And what's even worse is that this needle is ice!

The biting cold made Mo Huai's arm muscles tremble and beat unnaturally.

With a punch, Mo Qing retreated again, but this time, Mo Qing's retreat was small, after all, Mo Huai's arm was painful, and his strength was not much.

Mo Huai's face was a little distorted, and he howled at Mo Qing: "Stinky boy, if you attack like this, your arm will not be rested, and sooner or later it will be broken, don't think that your strength is weird, you can eat me!"

"Really, then we might as well try!"

Mo Qing's arm was also shaking, but he still jumped forward, his left fist was clenched, and he reversed his punch, and the punch hit Mo Huai again!

Fighters have a habit of punching, getting used to a right-handed punch, that is a right-handed punch, and getting used to a left-handed punch, that is a left-handed punch.

However, Mo Qing had just attacked with his right hand fist with all his might, and now he had changed to a left fist, which made Mo Huai suddenly surprised.

He is good at right-handed boxing, and left-handed boxing is basically only an auxiliary role, and he is very unaccustomed to Mo Qing's attack.

But Mo Qing came to attack, he couldn't ignore it, the boxer attacked, the momentum is very important, if he dodged and evaded, then it was likely that he would be pressed and beaten next, Mo Huai didn't dare to do this.

So he could only reluctantly choose to attack Mo Qing again.

"Bang!"

The two of them retreated at the same time, and this time the distance of the regression was almost the same.

Zhou Huan saw clearly from the side that while Mo Qing's left hand was attacking, his right hand was still shaking constantly, relieving the pain when he attacked just now.

It was as if Mo Qing's hands were controlled by two people, the left hand attacked, and the right hand was busy recovering.

Sure enough, Mo Huai's combat power dropped again, and it was already on par with Mo Qing, but Mo Qing pounced again like a madman, and this time he changed to his right hand.

"Mohuai! You're done!

A faint layer of white gas loomed on Mo Qing's fist, and when he punched, Mo Huai felt that he was about to collapse.

Lunatic!

Totally a lunatic!

How can there be such a lifeless attack, doesn't this guy know that he is tired and in pain?

"Bang bang bang!"

Mo Huai's advantage from the beginning has become a disadvantage, and he has been defeated and retreated under Mo Qing's continuous onslaught!

But Mo Qing is getting more and more courageous, attacking with his left hand, recovering with his right hand, attacking with his right hand, recovering with his left hand, alternating with both hands, gradually, he no longer retreats.

"Mo Huai! Haven't you come to your senses yet?

With Mo Qing's loud roar, Mo Huai finally did not have the ability to continue to fight against Mo Qing, but had to take a dodge and retreat.

As soon as he retreated, Mo Qing was unforgiving, and quickly bullied forward, and blasted out with a small hook with his left hand, following him like a shadow, forcing Mo Huai to defend with his left hand.

A punch hit Mo Huai's arm, and along with the piercing pain, it was that layer of deadly frost, which actually condensed rapidly on Mo Huai's arm.

"Wow! What the hell is this!"

Mo Huai's arm felt paralyzed, how could there be cold ice condensing in his arm?

"Hell, unreadable waste, this thing can turn you into a ghost!"

Mo Qing is already confident enough, Zhou Huan is vulnerable, Mo Huai is on the verge of collapse under his own tactics, and next, it probably doesn't take three punches for Mo Qing to be sure to end the fight.

"Zhou Huan, dog, if you don't go up, both of us will die here!"

Mo Huai howled, he was originally the kind of person who had no ability, but now in the face of Mo Qing's desperate attack, he had already felt fear and yelled at Zhou Huan.

Zhou Huan woke up like a dream, and he realized that Mohuai must not be defeated.

Mo Huai may not necessarily die if he is defeated, because after all, he is surnamed Mo, and he and Mo Qing belong to the same family, and this surname is his talisman.

But he, Zhou Huan, is different, he is just a person with a foreign surname, the last time Mo Qing planned to kill him, but was stopped by Mo Lan, this time Mo Lan will definitely not appear again, no one can save him.

Unexpectedly, Mo Qing, a waste material, suddenly became like this in a short period of time, Zhou Huan screamed beside him and pounced on Mo Qing.

Mo Qing saw Zhou Huan pounce on, and there was a hint of determination in his eyes, Zhou Huan must be eliminated!

And as long as Zhou Huan is cleaned up, Mo Huai is left with himself, and he will definitely not have a chance.

So Mo Qing temporarily gave up attacking Mo Huai and turned to attack Zhou Huan.

After Zhou Huan came up, his fists rained out, he was also very smart, knowing that at this time, he had to entangle Mo Qing first, so that Mo Huai could take a breath, and then the two of them could fight to defeat Mo Qing.

But after he continued to punch and attack, he found out that Mo Huai was actually digging something there, and he didn't mean to interfere.

Zhou Huan's heart was suddenly cold, what did Mo Huai want to do?

He wanted to ask, but Mo Qing didn't give him a chance to ask, taking advantage of the moment when Zhou Huan's sharp anger was dissipated, he approached suddenly, and after two consecutive false shakes, a hand knife cut Zhou Huan's neck!

Zhou Huan covered his neck with both hands, his tongue spit out, his body retreated again and again, and he couldn't breathe anymore.

But his eyes were still looking at Mohuai.

He was still counting on Mo Huai to save him, because he believed that if he died, Mo Huai would definitely not end well.

But he was horrified to see that Mo Huai made a move on his waist, and actually took out a soft sword!

Mo Huai actually used a weapon!

On the Cangmang Continent, there is an unwritten rule, that is, fighters are not allowed to use weapons, and there is a story about this.

Those formal boxing academies, as well as many families, abide by this rule.

Only those who go wild will use weapons.

At least in the Mo family, children are never allowed to use weapons, and the elders of the family also set an example by not using weapons.

Once someone is found to have used a weapon, the punishment is absolutely terrifying, and no one dares to take a step beyond the thunder pool easily.

But today, Mo Huai asked Zhou Huan to buy him a little time, and he himself, in addition to recovering, also took out a weapon!

Zhou Huan wanted to say something, but he didn't have a chance, Mo Qing pounced like a leopard, and a fist quickly enlarged in front of Zhou Huan's eyes.

"Bang!"

The metal fist glove slammed into Zhou Huan's face, and a sharp pain penetrated deep into his mind, Zhou Huan instantly lost consciousness, and his body fell straight back.