Mo Qi was stunned, but he had already agreed to his brother's request. He understands Mo Ba, if he wins the mysterious young man who dances the sword in front of him because of his shot, then he will definitely be angry with himself for the rest of his life!

What's more, Mo Qi also knows Mo Ba's knife technique best, and now Mo Ba has not yet performed a real killing move, and he is still holding a knife in his right hand!

Glancing coldly at the blood marks on his left arm, Mo Ba's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said angrily: "Do you know how long I haven't lost?!"

Chen'er shook her head and said indifferently: "Your sword skills are arrogant and orderly, and the knife goes straight to the point, which is indeed very strong." But I'm not afraid, because my sword moves are stronger. ”

Mo Ba snorted coldly, his legs were separated into a bow, his left arm was bent and raised to shoulder level, and the knife was held in his right hand.

"Arrogant guy, I'll open your eyes today!"

Chen'er shrugged her shoulders, ready to see the move, "Come on." ”

Hearing this, Mo Ba's face twitched slightly, his eyes narrowed, and he shouted, "I'll take your confidence today!"

The moment the words landed, his legs suddenly exerted force, the bow turned into an arrow, and he raised his knife, and the place where the blade was aimed was Chen'er's neck around the ice jade snow tail!

Chen'er was not in a hurry, and took three steps back strategically, and the Tai Chi Bagua Disk at the Qingfeng Mingyue Sword Grid rotated, becoming a fairy qi barrier to protect herself. The long sword swung lightly, and it moved!

One side moves like thunder, and the other side moves like flowing water.

The arm holding the knife burst with green tendons, the dry knife fell sharply, and Chen'er held the sword high. A strong concussive force shook Chen'er's arm in an instant, and it tingled.

The sword, the eighteen weapons and the nine shorts. The hegemon of creation, the strong swing. The swordsman, the noble soldier. The fibre cotton of the creation, the thorn is neat.

Mo Ba has a strong physique and strong strength, and wielding a knife is really a gift from God.

Chen'er knew that he couldn't force it, so he turned soft and overcame the rigid, and the sword intent lingered to remove the strength of the sword, and at the same time, he used his strength to fight back.

The dry knife falls, such as hitting cotton, powerless and untouchable. After a few rounds of this between the two, Mo Bahua slashed and swung horizontally, intending to change the gentleness of Chen'er's sword.

The dry knife swings horizontally, and the long sword is not easy to dissolve the strength. Moba also saw this, and combined his personal experience to specialize in Chen'er's chest.

Chen'er frowned and raised her sword, raising her arms high. The strength of the Mobahan knife came from the breeze and the bright moon, and the arm hurt, and the hand holding the sword trembled a little, and the long sword was unstable. Chen'er also knew that he couldn't continue like this, he had to focus on defense to gain a firm foothold, and he wouldn't be so passive.

"Qiang~"

There was another clanging sound of metal, and Chen'er quickly retreated a few steps. Mo Ba didn't chase after him, but the arrogance in his heart prompted him to proudly despise the sword-wielding young man who was two ends shorter than him, "After feeling my sword intent, I don't know if the inexplicable confidence I had before was shattered under my knife?!"

Chen'er spat out a turbid breath and said calmly: "I've been feeling your sword technique, and I haven't used a sword move yet, where did it come from?"

Mo Ba tugged at the corners of his mouth, and said without shaving: "I can't even break my sword technique, how can you still have time to use your sword moves?!"

Chen'er pursed her lips, "That's true, but I'm going to do it next, so you have to be careful." ”

Mo Ba snorted lightly and stood with a horizontal sword: "Don't measure yourself!"

Chen'er panicked and kicked her calf. Mo Ba didn't pay attention to his redundancy in this kind of warm-up, and gave him plenty of preparation, so that Mo Ba won the best victory.

Chen'er said indifferently while making movements with a relaxed body, "Your knife skills are very strong, but the dry knife in your hand is too inferior, if you can find a treasure knife, you are definitely very strong." ”

Mo Ba glanced at the knife in his hand, his eyes were very pleased, "It has been with me for nearly a thousand years, and the damage on it is the glory of its victory." ”

Chen'er nodded in response, and after twisting her neck a few times, she held her sword and said, "Come on." ”

The corners of Mo Ba's mouth raised slightly, and the dry knife was already on his shoulder, deliberately waiting for Chen'er's attack. He wanted to see where the confidence of the young man in front of him came from! If there were really two brushes, it would not be a loss today, because he had not been so happy to dance the knife again and fight with others for a long time.

Mo Qi and Yun'er on the side couldn't interject at all, and neither of them knew anything about the sword, so they couldn't see any doorways. Although I heard it confusedly, I saw it. Mo Ba is recognized as skillful in swordsmanship, but this young man's sword intent is not defeated at all. This is also the first time that Mo Yun'er wants to learn swords and swords, because she thinks she is too handsome!

Seeing Chen'er let out a long breath, the long sword blade slammed into front of him. Because Mo Ba's sword technique also aroused his interest, he no longer thought about using the immortal energy in his body to fight to the death, but was more like two people who were also enemies and friends to judge the sword again.

He said leisurely, "I have three swordsmanship, and their names are Reverse Galaxy, Regret the Sky and Earthquake Baichuan. Your sword is based on force, so I will compare it with you with the same force-based earthquake Baichuan. ”

Mo Ba snorted lightly: "The name is very domineering, since you have applied for the name, then I won't hide it, so as to save others from saying that I am not a martial artist." I only have one trick and it's original, and its name is only two words, and I am the enemy!"

The two of them talked, and at the same time, the wind was under their feet, and they came opposite each other. In an instant, Chen'er's long sword stabbed Lingran, and the Moba dry knife swung fiercely.

At the opposite time, with a sudden stride, Chen'er turned around more than halfway, and the small hand holding the hilt of the sword also held the hilt of the sword in an instant, and his waist suddenly exerted force, and the strength of the whole body merged into one. The long sword was like Chen'er's arm, and with the help of the power of his whole body, his strength suddenly increased greatly.

The dry knife no longer fought hard, and the moment Ling Ran retracted it, Mo Ba's waist turned into a pick. The long sword was reactionary, and Chen'er bowed down and pressed down. The knife was originally better between chopping and slashing, and the dry knife in Moba's hand at this time was extremely tricky at any angle, and the word "chop" was played to the fullest.

The long sword is held backwards, and the long sword that was originally a thorn is now like a big knife or a broad axe held in the backhand, and it is also chopped.

"Qiang Qiang Qiang ......" sparks of sword collision burst out everywhere, and there were no less than forty or fifty collisions in just ten breaths. Mo Yun'er and Mo Qi were dazzled, and their eyes were reluctant to blink.

Although Chen'er performed a move that shook hundreds of rivers, he always felt that he was unable to know why. Therefore, even if it is a subtle and exquisite earthquake Baichuan, Chen'er is half a point weaker than Mo Ba's victory at this time.

The dry knife slashed, and Chen'er's clothes were cut in several places. The long sword swung down, and several blood marks were cut on the chest of Mo Ba's arms. It's not that they each let the other go, and it's not that they deliberately avoided the vital point. On the contrary, they are both extremely serious, but neither of them can seriously hurt each other.

After another collision, the two of them each bounced off a few steps.

Mo Ba and Chen'er glanced at each other and smiled lightly.

The dry knife in Mo Ba's hand was thrown away, and Ling Ran shook his left hand: "It seems that I did underestimate you, but then I have to use my real skills!"

Mo Qi and Mo Yun'er were stunned. How long has it been since Mo Hachi danced with a knife in his left hand?!

Chen'er looked at the breeze and bright moon in his hand, and he already knew where the power of shaking the hundred rivers just came from. That is, the slender blade of the breeze and the bright moon is only suitable for the "fast" reverse galaxy, but not for the "force" of the shaking river.

The white light flashed, the breeze and the bright moon disappeared, and just when everyone thought that the young man did not plan to continue fighting, the red light flashed in the young man's hand, and a dark red long sword was firmly held in his hands. This sword was different from the previous one, its blade was an inch shorter than a normal long sword, but the blade was a few points wider. The sword grid is no longer Tai Chi gossip, but like the Beidou in the sky, with seven stars in unison.

Mo Qi shuddered: "It's another fairy sword!"

Yun'er on the side heard this, and after glancing at Mo Qi, her beautiful eyes shifted to Chen'er again. How many secrets does he still have on him?

After these several competitions, Mo Ba seemed to have lost his previous unsharpening and arrogance, he looked at the young man holding the sword at this time and smiled: "This sword is indeed very suitable for your Zhen Baichuan." ”

Chen'er nodded with a stiff mouth: "I think so too." ”

After the two of them looked at each other and nodded, they moved at the same time again!

Mo Ba, who was holding a knife in his left hand, and the dry knife that was originally better than the "force" changed his knife intent at this time, and he swung extremely fast with his left hand, and his strength was not lost to him who was holding a knife in his right hand at all. This is his sublimation, obviously the left hand is his main hand, he is an out-and-out left-hander! If his right hand can't fight, how can he be qualified to fight his left-handed knife?!

The green tendons burst into bloom, and the knife enters the soul. Ling Ran was like a thunderbolt between heaven and earth, fast and mighty. A black robe moved with him, and the dry knife followed him like a shadow. The dance is freewheeling, and the play is pressing step by step.

The seven-star Zhutian sword grid is connected with seven stars, and the red mangs are blooming. Chen'er held the sword in his backhand and danced while muttering the sword trick in his mouth.

"The majestic peaks are nearly 100 rivers, and the mountains are connected with mountains. Every word can only be broken, and the earthquake will shake the sky and shake all rivers!"

Chen'er's white clothes are fluttering, and her ink hair is messy. The seven-star long sword glowing red should be the exquisite dance of Chen'er. Gorgeous sword moves, real moves. In Yun'er's eyes, Chen'er at this time was chic and elegant, revealing a domineering posture that she had never seen before.

She looked at Chen'er blankly, and she couldn't say how much she liked it. is worthy of being the person in his photo, and he also amazed the world while amazing himself. She silently decided in her heart: "I am willing to follow in the footsteps of the king, and then match the king." If the heavens and the earth are not worthy of your Emperor Chen'er, my Mo Yun'er will definitely be worthy of your peerless elegance!"

There is a saying: a white dress is red, and the green silk ink is blowing in the wind. The sword enters the best realm and dances, like a dragon in the water, like a tiger running in the mountains. Dressed in black, it shows the truth, and the wind rises with the heavens and the earth. The sword enters the soul and fights the world, like the purple lightning in the clouds, like the thunder in the sky.