Sure enough, as everyone expected, after experiencing a chase, he felt that the attack behind him was slightly weaker, Yin Zihua decisively turned around to catch up, and Mo Da was surprised by his sudden attack and didn't react for a while.

"Ding!" The sound of gold and iron resonating sounded, and the folding fan made of unknown materials in Yin Zihua's hand was hitting three inches below the hilt of the sword in Mo Da's hand at this time, which was the most fragile point of the sword, the sharpest and the most brittle at the same time!

The strongest point is also the weakest point.

"Buzz", feeling the constant buzzing and trembling of the sword in his hand, Mo Da's face changed greatly, at this time Yin Zihua was already close to him, smiling at him evilly, in his stunned mind, the next second, a sharp pain hit his chest, and he flew out involuntarily.

This sudden change between offense and defense, not to mention the people on the field, even the audience off the field can't change, and he was stunned for a while, seeing the powerful and ferocious Mo Da fly out upside down like a scarecrow.

Then came an even louder cheer, they didn't care who won or lost, as long as it was exciting, even life and death.

"Next, it's my turn." Yin Zihua heard the shouts of the tsunami in the mountains under the stage, his body moved, and he caught up with the Mo Da who fell in the distance.

Feeling the pain in his chest that was about to crack, Mo Da gritted his teeth, but the intense pain also made him wake up from his boundless anger, and before he could react, the figure in the distance came again, and he could only passively defend himself.

When the first is that Yin Zihua shot too fast, and the second is that he consumed too much mana before, and the mana of his whole body was not enough, and he fell into a situation of being passively beaten, and he couldn't prevent it at all, close combat, the fan was as short as a dagger, and he stabbed it out from the weirdest angle every time, or stabbed or hit, and he couldn't prevent it at all, and in a while, he couldn't be beaten no less than five times.

Feeling the alien true qi that entered his body with the blow of the fan, he understood that he could only be consumed to death if he continued like this, mobilizing most of the true qi in his body, the sword light on his sword was magnificent, and it was extremely brilliant, and a sword slashed out, forcing back the Yin Zihua who was attacking in front of him, winning him a chance to breathe, thinking about a way to break the game. 33

Only then did he understand that he had entered the game at the beginning, and the questioning of the onlookers was the first knife that stabbed him.

But it is useless to understand at the moment, the situation is already precarious.

And Yin Zihua, who retreated and then retreated, did not take advantage of the situation to pursue, and now everything is under his control, but looking at the Dao sword marks on the treasure fan in his hand, he frowned, the sword in the hands of the Mo family boy is really not an ordinary thing, and his fan also consumes a lot of precious materials and is refined by skilled craftsmen, and the ordinary sword does not want to leave a trace on it.

But it doesn't matter, although the sword is sharp, it also depends on who holds it, and the pearl is covered with dust.

After a little breathing, Yin Zihua flew up again and took advantage of his illness to kill him!

Mo Da, who was not far away, also made up his mind at this time, he didn't have much mana left, if he continued to fight, he would definitely be beaten, although the sword in his hand was sharp, but he couldn't hit anyone, so he had to try the trick that Tang Sen gave him.

It's not that he hesitates, but this is really a very risky thing, without him, this move consumes a lot of mana, if it is flashed or blocked, he has no extra mana to make a second sword, it is really at the mercy of others.

But there is no better way now, failure is nothing more than the difference between dying a little earlier, betting on probability with time, dry!

Secretly accumulating strength, he was indifferent when he saw Yin Zihua approaching quickly in the distance, he was trying his best to find the feeling of that day, that sword, electric flint!

He didn't have time to master the sword thoroughly, nor did he use it a few times, and this time he gambled everything.

It is strange to say, but when he gambled everything, when life and death were at stake, his heart calmed down, everything was far away, the shouts of the crowd, the oncoming life and death crisis, he seemed to have forgotten all this, and there was only that sword in his mind.

Looking at the indifferent Mo Da in front of him, Yin Zihua did not feel relieved, but there was a crisis in his heart, a strong sense of palpitations, a trace of decisiveness flashed in his eyes, and he made a bold move, and smashed it down with the fan in his hand with a thousand powers, and the target was Moda's head.

Thick dark clouds obscured the sky, a bolt of lightning, that bright light pierced the darkness and reappeared light!

Right now, Mo Da suddenly opened his eyes, and the sword in his hand crossed an inexplicable trace, falling, "Shocking the gap!" ”

Fast! It's just one word, fast!

It was so fast that he surpassed his thinking, so fast that Yin Zihua couldn't react at all, seeing this brilliant sword light falling, at this moment in his eyes, heaven and earth were just this sword, he couldn't dodge, he couldn't dodge at all.

This is a mortal situation, "Stop! ”

A loud shout came from afar, and the strong pressure fell, as if it was heavenly, and even the air seemed to become viscous and stagnant.

It was the head of the Yin family who made a move, and the half-step Demon Marquis realm made a move, which was invincible for a low-level monk, and at a lightning speed, a dry hand appeared on Yin Zihua's head, "Qiang", and the sound of gold and stone broke out, and there was no trace on the hand.

Tang Sen sighed when he saw it, it was not that this "shocking gap" was not strong, but that there was too much difference in the level between the two, one was a beginner and a half-step demon marquis, if he could hurt it, there would be a ghost.

"Old Yin ghost, you don't follow the rules!" Seeing the head of the Yin family make a move, Mo Li immediately stood up and reprimanded with righteous words.

And in my heart, I was still reminiscing about that sword, that sword was too fast and too strong, and it was able to force the head of the Yin family to make a move.

Originally, when this sword fell, he almost stood up, and his heart was in his throat, and if the people of the Yin family didn't make a move, he couldn't help but make a move, because Yin Zihua couldn't die.

Yes, everyone else can die, the descendants of the Yin family can't die, and the conceit of life and death is just a matter of talking, but as soon as Yin Zihua died, he was sure that the Yin family would directly attack him on the spot.

And if it was a great danger, he couldn't make a move, and making a move also gave the Yin family an excuse.

Is it realistic? Isn't it fair? Yes, not fairly.

But what is fairness? Strength and weakness are the most fundamental fairness, because you are weak, so you can only be aggrieved, otherwise, you can only perish, this is the fairness in the way of heaven.

But now, it is the Yin family who has taken the initiative to break the rules, so this matter can be a fuss.

Mo Li couldn't help but laugh proudly, this was the only bit of life in the dead land.

Some people died, but not completely......