The sun was falling, and the battle between Tongxuan was gradually coming to an end. The two brothers Sun Hao and Sun Yang stood at the end in the No. 3 and No. 2. And the No. 1 arena where Ye Fan is located because of the first two competitions.
It took a long time, so when the Sun brothers won, the decisive battle in the No. 1 arena had just begun.
During the field, after several rounds of fighting, Ye Fan's clothes on his body were also a little damaged. Fortunately, he had the powerful technique of Life and Death, so Ye Fan did not consume much.
Opposite him, a handsome young man in a blue shirt was standing there with a mosquito larvae. The boy looked extremely handsome and could even be described as the word "demon". In addition, he held the green hair in his hand and was extremely charming, just like a silly man.
It is the deadly poison of some young girls who love spring.
"At the lower Ye Fan, I have heard that Brother Mo Ling's sword skills are so amazing. Ye is lucky that he can finally ask Brother Mo Ling for advice today." Ye Fan bowed his hand, with a very humble expression.
This Mo Ling is the person Wu Yang highly praised and the first disciple of Qingjian Sect. There is no need to say much about his strength. Moreover, it is said that Mo Ling once fought with Sun Yang, even though he was in bed afterwards.
After lying for half a year, he almost took off Sun Yang's arms. Even the older generation could not help but look at him sideways with such skills.
"Brother Ye has raised his compliments. Just now, I saw Brother Ye passing through the hurdles and killing generals, so he was so brave. Now that we face each other, Brother Ye needs to show mercy. In addition, when I fight with people, I rely on a green breeze in my hand.
This has broken the rules of the battle. If Brother Ye is a good weapon, please take it out, otherwise he will really have no shame to do it again." Mo Ling said.
Ye Fan didn't say anything when he heard this. A white light flashed from his waist and the cloud halberd fell into his hand. He was famous for his vain. If Ye Fan still despises Mo Ling's strength, he would be a little arrogant.
Seeing Ye Fan taking out his weapon, Mo Ling stopped talking nonsense. When he shook his arm, the sword in his hand made a pleasant sound of sword sound, and the momentum on his body also increased a little at the same time.
The Qingjian Sect’s disciples are accompanied by swords. Qingfeng has a heart-warming sword intent emitted. Such sharp momentum gives people the illusion of unity of human and sword.
He raised his eyebrows, Ye Fan's expression was not moving, but his heart was tight. Because he was closest to Mo Ling, he could clearly feel the sharpness of Mo Ling when he drew his sword. Even Ye Fan even
It is certain that if he stood here before breaking through the eighth level of foundation building, Mo Ling would not have to take action, and he would have been suppressed by the sharp aura and could not move.
This feeling came very abruptly, but it was real. Therefore, Ye Fan hurriedly became excited, and the only underestimation in his heart completely disappeared at the same time.
"Brother Ye, I offended you!" After saying that, Mo Ling pulled up a sword flower, and then the long sword in his hand tore the air like lightning, and in the blink of an eye it attacked Ye Fan's chest.
The sword was as powerful as a magnificent, but it was strange without a trace of fireworks. The murderous intent hidden under the dullness made Ye Fan's heart tighten.
"Let me try it out, how fierce your sword technique is!"
Ye Fan shouted, and the long halberd in his hand drew a mysterious trajectory and then crossed his chest strangely, blocking Mo Ling's attack.
"bite."
A low sound was heard on the blade of the sword. Immediately, Mo Ling's sword momentum turned, and the three-inch green edge slid towards Ye Fan's halberd handle to his palm. The cold light flowing on the tip of the sword made people without any doubt.
If one stroke succeeds, Ye Fan's palm will definitely be cut off.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Ye Fan's long halberd turned back, and the end of the halberd shank hit Mo Ling's head like an iron hammer.
Seeing that the handle of the halberd was about to hit, Mo Ling hurriedly took back the sword, then stood up in front of his forehead, blocking Ye Fan's attack of fighting with his life.
"Reminder."
The halberd stick hit the sword's edge heavily, and the huge force in it shocked Mo Ling's body, and the palms that grabbed the hilt were numb.
Grinning, Mo Ling squatted half-squatted, then suddenly bounced up, and pushed Ye Fan's halberd handle out with the help of inertia.
"Ping."
Mo Ling seemed weak, but his strength was really great. With all his strength, Ye Fan was shocked to take a step back, and immediately left a very shallow footprint when he stepped on the ground.
"It's true that there are two tricks!" Ye Fan licked the corner of his mouth and said in his heart.
The Luoyun Ji in his hand retracted him from his waist again. After he had accumulated enough strength, his right arm stabbed forward. The sharp halberd blade opened his fangs like an angry python and bit Mo Ling's neck.
The fierce wind whistled, surrounded by the strong wind, and Mo Ling felt a stinging pain in his neck. However, the latter did not disappoint the name of genius, and soon launched a counterattack to remove all Ye Fan's offensive.
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"drink."
After removing the attack, Mo Lingqing shouted, and the green edge in his hand stabbed Ye Fan at an extremely tricky angle. The mysterious energy wrapped around the sword edge, causing a harsh sound of breaking through the air.
Seeing this, Ye Fan turned the halberd in his hand, and then brought a large storm to slash Mo Ling's chest. The sharp halberd blade had already wiped Mo Ling's clothes in less than half a second.
After going a few inches deep, you can cut the latter under the halberd.