The faces of the people of the Heavenly Thunder Sect were not very good, they were defeated in the first battle, their arms were cut off, their cultivation was abolished, and then they were grabbed by others and thrown off the stage of life and death.

Although there are disciples of the Heavenly Thunder Sect who have treated him, everyone knows that this person is useless, and it is better to treat his injuries than to put on a show...

Among the many disciples of the Heavenly Thunder Sect, he has already regarded Yu as a caliper, and by measuring the gap between himself and Yu Ming, he can judge whether he can defeat Mo Qing from the stage of life and death.

Mo Qingcai doesn't care how those disciples of the Heavenly Thunder Sect sum it up, as long as they don't lift the table, everyone has fun~

That old miscellaneous hair, coming up is like flipping the table, almost killing himself, this revenge can't be avenged, he must get his disciples on the stage...

Mo Qing took out a recliner again and again, took out two bottles of pills, and threw them into his mouth like eating jelly beans.

It seems to be chic but is actually uncomfortable in the heart, and a battle with basically no consumption actually has to take two pills!

Later, Mo Qing thought about it carefully, isn't this trip just to find trouble! It's not to make money, you have to do a full set of plays, and it's not all for nothing.

Mo Qing was lying on the recliner and pretending to refine the pill to recover from his injuries, but in fact, he was thinking about how to take it for granted next.

The powerful big fish can't run, and they will definitely be pushed up to give the sect a long face, these little trash fish are just slaughtering one more to earn one!

Of course, this is not counting the money for taking pills...

"What do you think this kid is doing there?" asked Sect Master Gu with a smile.

"Thinking about how to win narrowly? Do you still need to think about this? There are many disasters, one is one~ Bacheng is still thinking about how to force Wang Kaijing's disciples to the stage and abuse them..."The old gentleman didn't care about the life or death of those disciples of the Heavenly Thunder Sect, and said with a smile.

"Wang Kaijing came up like he was doing it, he did have an identity, with this young man's ability, it was really unreasonable not to engage his disciples. Sect Master Gu also analyzed.

Mo Qing on the stage also stood up from the rocking chair at this time, accepted the matter, and said that he could continue to fight.

As soon as Mo Qing stood up here, a young man in the audience handed over an additional ten low-grade source crystals, and then ascended to the stage of life and death.

"It's good that someone helped me increase the price so soon~" Mo Qing said angrily.

"Little thief, Hugh wants to take advantage of his tongue! I, Zhao An, will definitely kill you on this life and death platform!" Zhao An's voice was quite loud, giving people the illusion of a sense of justice.

Mo Qing took out his toothed sword, shook a few sword flowers, and said lightly: "I like to talk about thieves, you and that old miscellaneous hair... No, what is the relationship between a respected elder?"

"Little thief, dare to openly insult my Heavenly Thunder Sect Elder!Look at the knife!" After speaking, Zhao An casually took out a nine-ring big knife and strode towards Mo Qing.

Mo Qing saw that this product had been exchanged for weapons, so he also put the toothed sword into the scabbard, took out the lion, and said: "We won't take advantage of you, we will use the same weapon as you to overthrow you!"

After speaking, Mo Qing dragged the heavy lion slash and rushed towards Zhao An.

The lion slash was very heavy, and Mo Qing also pretended to drag the lion slash away, the tip of the knife and the floor of the life and death platform rubbed against each other, bursting out sparks.

Just when the two were about to make contact, Mo Qing pulled the handle of the knife with both hands, made a desperate appearance, and rushed up the lion slashing blade in his hand!

Although the weight of the lion slash was only a bit overwhelming for Mo Qing, the appearance made by Mo Qing was like rotating an extremely heavy sledgehammer.

Clang!

Zheng~

When the two broadswords touched, there was a trilling sound characteristic of heavy metal...

Zhao An and Mo Qing were both shocked by the huge anti-shock force and flew out.

"Good boy, your knife is really heavy..."Zhao An wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said with high spirits.

"My knife is not just a little heavier~" His face was flushed, he spit out a breath of turbidity, and said lightly.

"Come again!" Zhao An burst out and rushed towards Mo Qing with a big knife again.

"Accompany!" Mo Qing once again dragged the lion and rushed towards Zhao An.

Clang!

"Come again!"

"Accompanied!"

Clang!

"Come again!"

"Accompanied!"

Clang!

......

The two of them clashed several times, and both sides were shocked to the point that their arms were numb and blood was spitting from their mouths.

"Boy, I've had enough, I'm ready to die!" Zhao An wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, moved his arm holding the big knife, and suddenly swung a blood-red aura around his body.

"Good means!" the audience praised Zhao An.

"Dare to ask Brother Tai why is this, why is it called a good method?" asked a young man next to the man, puzzled.

"If I'm not mistaken, this Zhao An's cultivation method is the secret of blood rage!" The man stared at Zhao An on the platform of life and death with burning eyes.

"Blood Fury Formula, which blood rage recipe is stronger and stronger the more you fight, and the more you are wounded, the more courageous you are?" the young man's eyes showed a glint of envy.

"Exactly, this Mo is dangerous," the man sighed.

Mo Qing raised his left hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, and said lightly: "Don't be cruel, hurry up, I've been waiting for you for so long~It's a waste of time~"

"Good boy, look at me and kill you!ha!ah~" Zhao An let out an angry roar, and once again rushed towards Mo Qing with a big knife in his hand.

On the way Zhao An charged towards Mo Qing, Zhao An's momentum was also gradually rising, the blood-red light all over his body was becoming more and more intense, and the big knife in his hand was gradually covered with red light, and the blade was also becoming more and more dazzling.

Mo Qing still dragged the lion slash and rushed towards Zhao An, but this time Mo Qing began to inject mental power and internal force into the lion slash.

Compared with Zhao An, who is full of special effects and magnificent, Mo Qing's momentum seems a little thin, but Mo Qing's face is not afraid, and there is even a weird smile...

"Five slashes of the sword!"

Zhao An burst into a shout, and the big knife in his hand slashed towards Mo Qing with an unparalleled momentum.

"You're gone..."Mo Qing just made this lip shape to Zhao An, but didn't make a sound.

Mo Qing twisted his waist, pulled up the lion slash that was dragging on the ground, and slammed it at Zhao An.

Zhao An saw that Mo Qing was still using this trick against him, and a hideous smile appeared on his face.

The moment the lion slash in Mo Qing's hand was picked up, the lion's head on the spine of the lion slash suddenly let out a silent and invisible roar.

Zhao An was suddenly stunned by the sound of a lion's roar, but the big knife he slashed out also slashed towards Mo Qing with inertia.

Mo Qing dodged the attack range of Zhao An's knife with a side move, and Zhao An no longer had the consciousness to change the direction of the slash during the slash, this attack was not threatening at all.

The lion slash in Mo Qing's hand flashed, directly along Zhao An's crotch, from the bottom up, tearing Zhao An's body!

Zhao An's body was split in two, but his hand was still tightly gripping the big knife in his hand, and the big knife flew out with half of Zhao An's body...

Mo Qing suddenly burst out with a momentum, shaking away the blood stains around his body, so that it did not fall on his body...

Although he had expected it, he still felt uncomfortable when he looked at this person who was divided into two, although this person was killed by himself...

Mo Qing pretended to be calm and walked to a quiet place, pretended to take out the chaise longue, and then took out a pill and ate it...

"Zhao An... Dead?"

A question, breaking the silence...

Zhao An, who was originally victorious and magnificent, was suddenly split in two by a simple knife...

The impact of this contrast is unacceptable for a while...

"What just happened?"

"Why did Zhao An die suddenly?"

"It must be this kid who is cheating!"

"Yes! It must be this kid who cheated Zhao An!"