Han Mo looked at Ling Ze who was shooting angrily, and was immediately shocked, and hurriedly gathered the fighting energy of his whole body in front of him into his two hands, and forcibly took the kick from Ling Ze's flying kick.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, Han Mo's footsteps retreated quickly and messily, and after retreating dozens of steps in succession, he twisted his waist, took off the liliang on his body, hung down with his hands trembling slightly, and looked at Ling Ze with a gloomy face.

"Hehe, how is it, my full strength is not bad, right?" Ling Ze looked at Han Mo with a wicked smile on his face, and said with some smugness.

Han Mo shook his hand in pain, Ling Ze's strength was a little beyond Han Mo's expectations, according to the blow just now, Liliang almost reached the strength of a five-yuan martial artist, or even higher, Han Mo thought about it and slowly solemnized in his heart.

"Han Mo, it's okay for you to admit defeat now, I don't think you're so unpleasant, I don't want to beat you. Ling Ze hesitated for a moment and said, Dongfang Xiang asked Ling Ze to teach Han Mo a good lesson, but Ling Ze looked at Han Mo and didn't want to fight, maybe Han Mo's talent made him a little interested, and the three-yuan martial artists couldn't help him, which was not something ordinary people could do.

Han Mo moved slightly, twisted his neck and said: "Liliang is really not comparable to the three-yuan martial arts, but I don't agree so much with your words, who said that speed is useless, I'll let you see what speed can do now." Han Mo said that his legs bent slightly, and then he suddenly straightened up, and his body jumped into the air, shooting towards Ling Ze like an arrow.

"You still dare to attack head-on, I should say what are you good about. Ling Ze looked at Han Mo who was rushing towards him, shook his head helplessly, and when Han Mo reached his attack range, he kicked out with his right foot.

Han Mo had been paying attention to Ling Ze's movements, and the moment Ling Ze raised his right foot, Han Mo's suspended body suddenly turned, and there was an exaggerated three-hundred-and-sixty-degree high-speed rotation in the air, skillfully dodging Ling Ze's kick.

Ling Ze originally thought that this kick would definitely hit Han Mo, but who knew that he kicked in the air, his body lost his center of gravity, and he stumbled towards the front in embarrassment.

When Han Mo's body that flew out on his side was about to fall to the ground, his hands slapped heavily on the ground with his palms, and his body fell back to the ground in a somersault.

Before his front foot landed on the ground, Han Mo turned around and rushed towards Ling Ze again, who was facing away from him.

Ling Ze frowned slightly, naturally sensing Han Mo who was rushing again, the corners of his mouth raised a slight arc, he really miscalculated just now, he didn't expect Han Mo to be so agile, but this also aroused Ling Ze's interest.

"Drink. Ling Ze reflexively kicked a whirlwind, his trouser leg made a "whirring" sound in the friction of the air, Han Mo seemed to have known that Ling Ze would make such a move, his body bent down, and it seemed that he was dodging it with difficulty, and Han Mo didn't care about the bent body, and his right leg was thrown towards Ling Ze's head from bottom to top.

Ling Ze frowned when he saw this, and without much time to think, he blocked his arm horizontally in front of him.

The liliang contained in Han Mo's foot was not very heavy, so Ling Ze blocked it lightly, but to Ling Ze's surprise, Han Mo supported the ground with both hands, and the other foot was heavily thrown on his back, and with a muffled snort, his body staggered out.

Han Mo turned over and stood up, looked at Ling Ze with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, and pouted: "Maybe you can't do it, but I did it, this is my speed." ”

"Han Mo, that's good. Han Ji stood under the ring and shouted loudly, his face full of excitement.

Seeing that Han Ji was shouting so vigorously, everyone shouted at the top of their voices, and someone took the lead and suddenly set off a crowd below, rising and falling with each other.

Ling Ze frowned, his face became ugly, and he snorted coldly: "Flower fist embroidered legs, it's just useless, do you want to defeat me with such a move?"

"I don't dare to say if I lose or not, at least I won't let you defeat me. Han Mo also said proudly, this Ling Ze looks very upright, but in fact he is extremely insidious, Han Mo will not give him any face.

When Ling Ze heard this, he immediately became daxiao, and glanced at Han Mo with disdain: "A one-yuan martial artist dares to say such a thing, it really makes me laugh, if I don't have some real skills, you really think that you are the best among martial artists." Ling Ze said that he stepped out quickly, approached with his knees, and slammed his knees towards Han Mo.

Seeing this, Han Mo hurriedly dodged, if he was hit by Ling Ze, he would break his bones if he didn't die, but he only dodged it with one move, Ling Ze's next move followed closely again, Han Mo didn't have the slightest chance to breathe, and hurriedly dodged.

Looking at Han Mo, who was suddenly chased and beaten in the ring, Han Ji also sweated in his heart, every move was extremely dangerous, Han Mo almost dodged the past at the slightest distance, making people always think that Han Mo was just lucky.

"You're fast, but your liliang is too weak. Ling Ze said as he waved his fist, and there was a clear deflection in his tone.

Han Mo ignored Ling Ze and attacked from time to time, but before his attack arrived, he had to dodge Ling Ze's fist, and Ling Ze's moves were also one after another, and the one that hit was called a flowing stream.

Gradually, Han Mo was forced by Ling Ze to be a little powerless, and he was almost hit several times, if he was hit hard by Ling Ze at this time, then Ling Ze's attack would be continuous, and Han Mo would be completely defeated.

"Flying eaves and cranes, Sanqing floating shadows, Jiumei Heavenly Bow..."Ling Ze suddenly muttered in his mouth, as Ling Ze muttered in his mouth, the offensive in his hand suddenly became fierce, and the punch that Han Mo resisted with all his strength was dispersed by Ling Ze's internal strength, and Han Mo's footsteps also retreated one after another.

Before Han Mo could react, Ling Ze punched over and hit Han Mo hard in the chest, and Han Mo was thrown out directly, grazing the ground and gliding far away.

Han Mo was already lying on the ground before he knew what was going on, and he didn't think much about turning over and jumping up, but he just stood up, and before he even had time to rub his chest twice, Ling Ze threw it over again.

Looking at the kick that was rapidly dilated in his pupils, Han Mo dodged with a lower waist again, but Han Mo didn't react yet, Han Mo only felt a breeze blowing from his side, and then Han Mo's whole body rushed out and threw himself heavily in the ring.

There was silence in the audience, and obviously they didn't see what was going on, because all this was not only about the flow of the clouds, but also about the speed.

Han Ji also frowned and looked at Han Mo with his back to the ring, hesitated for a moment and shouted, "Han Mo, how are you?"

Ling Ze didn't catch up this time, just looked at Han Mo with a flat gaze, and chuckled: "What about your big words, listen to it again." ”

Han Mo lay on the ground and didn't get up immediately, his fists clenched and gurgled, the change just now was too sudden, Han Mo didn't have time to take a closer look, only to know that Ling Ze suddenly used an internal strength, and after dissipating his fighting spirit, a series of attacks followed.

"Are you planning to admit defeat? Genius boy, hehe, it seems that you are not bad, but you are so arrogant, this is Shura Academy, not your home. Ling Ze said proudly as if he was so remarkable.

Han Mo snorted lightly when he heard this, slowly got up, a trace of blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth, and on his right cheek, a footprint was extremely dazzling.

"Hehe, alas, I almost disfigured you, you are really, why don't you dodge such an attack?" Ling Ze looked at Han Mo and shook his head.

Listening to the ridicule, Han Mo was not angry, he had endured the humiliation over the years, so he could completely ignore it, if the anger still affected the performance, it was himself who was unlucky.

calmed down his mood, Ling Ze's movements before actually appeared strangely in his mind, every action, every detail, was undoubtedly revealed.

"What's the matter, you won't be stupid by my kick, right?" Ling Ze looked at Han Mo, whose gaze had become unfocused, and said suspiciously.

Han Mo still didn't speak, wiping off the blood from the corners of his mouth, but his face was already slightly swollen, and some marks were still left on it.

"Come again!" Han Mo was stunned for a moment, and suddenly shouted loudly.