Although Zhao Ling's offensive was ferocious, and he also made a move to chase after Mo Zhiyan's vital point, for some reason, it was a little bit worse every time.

And when the two sides attacked, Mo Zhiyan was not false at all, and he was not blindly defensive.

Everyone is extremely confident in Zhao Ling, thinking that this is already suppressing this Mo Zhiyan!

But in my opinion, this is not the case, and Zhang Qingyun and Brother Li also think so.

This is not groundless, but can be seen from the following points.

It is normal for Mo Zhiyan to give people the feeling of being suppressed, but he is not afraid of Zhao Ling's participation in the joint finger, he is familiar with Zhao Ling's exercises, as long as he is allowed to understand it, then it is the time for him to counterattack.

The second is that Mo Zhiyan's body style is too elegant, and although the Shenhe Finger is domineering, it is only an attack on one point, so the contest must be Mo Zhiyan's advantage, not to be precise, it should be that his body seems to be specifically restrained from the Shenhe Finger.

The third is Zhang Bufan's attitude, he has been frowning, and it can be seen from his demeanor that he is not optimistic about this battle.

"Zhao Ling, press up, fight with him in close quarters, don't give him a chance!"

I seem to be cheering Zhao Ling up, but in fact, I am reminding him that if he continues to fight like this, he will definitely lose.

As for whether he can understand it or not, it's up to him, anyway, I said it.

Zhao Ling paused after hearing my words, not attacking brutally, he must have understood the deep meaning of my words.

Sure enough, when Zhao Ling attacked again, he chose to fight with Mo Zhiyan in close quarters, comparing his physique and strength.

I thought that this victory was in my hands, because Zhao Ling's strength was obvious to all of us, and I had personally tasted his methods.

But what is surprising is that Mo Zhiyan is still worthy of him in hand-to-hand combat.

The two sides fisted to the flesh, and the momentum of the wind and thunder was extraordinary.

The stone bricks on the ground were cracked layer by layer, and the two gradually hit the real fire and began to fight to the death.

"The law of heaven and earth, such as the proof of my way, the law is completed!"

Zhao Ling is burdened with the fate of this master, and his mentality is completely different from Mo Zhiyan, at this time, he is really fighting for his life, and at this time, Mo Zhiyan can be regarded as really falling into disadvantage.

It's not that his skills are inferior to others, but that he doesn't dare to fight for his life and his own path.

As soon as the decree came out, the heavens and the earth changed color, and in the dark clouds of black oppression, white light appeared, silver snakes danced, cutting through the black mist, lightning and thunder roared, and a virtual green dragon swayed down.

Mo Zhiyan wiped the beads of sweat from his cheeks, constantly breathed this huge power, gritted his teeth and said to Zhao Ling.

"Brother Zhao is really a young hero, Master once said that if I go down the mountain, there will be no more than three people in my generation who can beat me."

Although Zhao Ling is almost a strong crossbow bow at the moment, his aura is still explosive, giving Zhang Bufan a lot of face.

"In the future, when you go in and out of the Xuanmen rivers and lakes, not only will you have to walk around when you meet someone surnamed Zhang, but you will also have to get out of here if you meet someone surnamed Zhao, do you understand?"

Mo Zhiyan frowned, obviously he didn't expect Zhao Ling to be so rude, in his heart, the two should be sympathetic to each other.

"Taiqing Sect doesn't have a spell?"

Zhao Ling's posture was exactly the same as Zhang Bufan's before, and he watched Mo Zhiyan gather strength so quietly, this behavior made Zhang Bufan nervously stand up from the chair.

Zhang Bufan has that strength, and Zhao Ling ...... It's really a bit of a big deal, and for him, this behavior is a gamble with his life.

"The Taiqing Sect Mantra is all-encompassing, and everything is refined, but for you, it is not necessary, it is enough to deal with it with your bare hands."

Mo Zhiyan was stunned for a moment, then pursed his lips and replied: "I hope you have this arrogant capital and suffer death!" ”

When the words fell, Qinglong walked all over Mo Zhiyan's body, and then saw his index finger send out a fierce and incomparable force, rushing straight to Zhao Ling.

"Finger Joining!"

"I actually used a ginseng finger!"

"This ...... This Maoshan sect was able to cultivate the Shenhe Finger to such a realm...... It's terrifying! ”

The power of the tyrant was overwhelming, and Zhao Ling protected his hands in front of his chest, not retreating half a step.

The most brutal battle began...... Five-second ...... Ten seconds...... Twenty seconds............

With Mo Zhiyan's roar, Zhao Ling fell to the ground in response, until he was thrown out more than ten meters away, the Dao robe on his body was all shattered, and his limbs were also blurred with flesh and blood, and it was not clear where he was injured at all.

Judging from my experience of being injured many times, this Zhao Ling has hurt his muscles and veins if he is not in trouble, and he is afraid that he will not have a chance with the Tao in this life, even if he recovers the last form of the Qinglian Eight Style Mental Method, he will not be able to use it in his life!

Hey, this is the end of impulse, sometimes it's right to be a little cowardly, and if you are too sharp, you will inevitably suffer.

"Zhao Ling!"

"Xiao Ling!"

Everyone wanted to step forward to support Zhao Ling, but before they could get forward, they were pushed out of the martial arts field by Zhang Bufan with aura.

"The winner is not scored, and the idle people are not allowed to approach."

As Zhang Bufan's words landed, Zhao Ling actually climbed up with one hand, I couldn't see his face clearly, his cloak was exuding, like a devil crawling out of hell.

It is no exaggeration to say that if Zhao Ling is going to make a horror movie at the moment, he doesn't need makeup at all, and if the salary is less than five million, it is unreasonable.

It's so scary............ If it weren't for the fact that I've been through a lot recently, I wouldn't have dared to even look at it.

"Ginseng refers to the sky, the index finger is towering to the sky, the middle finger is to the earth, the little finger is to be a person, heaven, earth and man, the three laws are one, implying that its power is endless and perfect."

Mo Zhiyan felt that he had won, and after losing his hands, he replied with the attitude of a winner: "There are always so many words from the loser. ”

"I haven't lost yet, I'm telling you this to tell you that the real participation finger doesn't need to borrow external forces, it's just a snake to add to it."

"Participation refers to the domineering of the exercises, in addition to requiring one's own cultivation to be excellent, it also has great requirements for the state of mind."

"That is, to give up everything, to stand on your own, to put it to death and then to live."

As soon as the words fell, before Mo Zhiyan could refute, he saw Zhao Ling dragging the only stump that could still be raised and began to adjust his breath.

Yes, he has to make a last stand.

"Three fingers in one, unparalleled, kill!"

With the change of fingering, Zhao Ling suddenly raised his head, and his blood-red eyes indicated his determination to fight to the death.

Mo Zhiyan is not as arrogant as Zhao Ling, he wants to hide, but he can't hide at all.

Zhao Ling's move to join Wushuang is the same as heaven and earth, and it is not a technique to defeat the enemy at all, he wants to pull Mo Zhiyan to the end.

The huge force swept away the entire martial arts field, and Mo Zhiyan had no way to avoid it, so he could only resist by force, but it had little effect.

"Qingyun, if I unfortunately die in battle, I must bring the last form of Qinglian Eight Styles back to Taiqing Sect, promise me!"

Zhang Qingyun was nervous and kept jumping to look at this, and he didn't feel it when he was bleeding from his palm, which shows that he cares about Zhao Ling very much in his heart.

"I ...... I...... Lao Tzu promised you, Zhao Ling, do what you can, and there is the last one! ”

Zhao Ling, who was like a demon, turned his head and swept towards me and Zhang Qingyun, and then a sunny smile leaked from the corner of his mouth, although he didn't say a word, but we understood what he meant.

He was telling us that as long as he could get his mind back, even if he died in battle, it would be worth it.

"Kill!"

A roar resounded through the heavens and the earth.

Then, Mo Zhiyan fell to the ground, his limbs festered, and his mouth spat blood.

Three seconds later, Zhao Ling slowly raised his stump hand, wanting to say these things to Maoshan and the others, but before he could speak, a mouthful of blood spurted out several meters away, and then fell on the martial arts field with a thud.