He reached out and picked up the note folded by Xianxing at any time. When he opened it, he found that Yue Mochen's number was 10. Zhongnan Mo was very satisfied with the result of this draw. Among the sixteen opponents, the one he wanted to meet the most was Yue Mochen, because among everyone, Yue Mochen had the lowest cultivation level and the weakest breath.
He had already made the worst plan. If he draws other holy disciples, he would try his best. If he draws a seed player, he would give up directly. But he could not have expected that God would treat him so well and give him such a big gift, so that he could draw Yue Mochen in the first game.
However, is it really a gift?
In Yue Mochen's cold eyes, Zhongnan Mo rushed forward suddenly, and the hard stones under his feet suddenly cracked. Then the heavy sword on his hands drew a heavy arc and slashed directly towards Yue Mochen.
At this time, Yue Mochen's smile froze, and his whole aura suddenly changed, like an ancient sword that suddenly unsheathed. It was still as silent as water the moment before, but the next moment, the sword was extremely powerful!
Put your right hand on the hilt of the sword and pull it out!
Slash!
With a seemingly casual wave, Yue Mochen's right arm was so fast that there was almost no shadow!
With a crisp sound of "Ding!", the long sword in Yue Mochen's hand easily knocked away the opponent's heavy sword, but the opponent thought the sword was in his hand and wanted to slash.
Yue Mo Chenchen shook his head expressionlessly, withdrew the sword in his hand, jumped up on the spot, and kicked three times in the air. With a muffled sound, Zhongnan Mo actually flew backwards!
Everyone outside the court looked cold, especially Mo Wuxing. He was sitting in the seat waiting for the game, and suddenly stood up!
Everyone can see that Zhongnan Mo's advantage is heavy and heavy. As the saying goes, heavy swords have no edges, and great tricks are not craftsmanship. Heavy swords do not require a gorgeous appearance and sharp momentum. Without a edge, they can be both offensive and defensive. When attacking, they turn into swords into edges, and the swords are like the Yangtze River and the continuous flow of the Yangtze River.
Zhongnan Mo's sword was just right in time and speed. Once he successfully cut it out, he could easily control the rhythm of the battle.
Everyone knew that Yue Mochen would definitely deal with it, but no one expected that Yue Mochen would deal with it so easily!
"You are right. You are really lucky. Otherwise, with your strength, I really don't know how you got to this point."
Yue Mochen put away his long sword and looked at Zhongnan Mo on the ground with a expressionless face.
"you!!!"
Zhongnanmo spit out a mouthful of blood, struggled to get up, staring at Yue Mochen with resentful eyes: "I admit, I underestimate you, but if you think you can defeat me in this way, then you are wrong!"
Zhongnanmo said, his body moved, and his body whirled violently like a whirlwind: "Fate finger!"
Countless fingers were shot in all directions, and more and more fingers were flying. Some fingers directly shattered the stone slabs on the platform with their external fingers.
"Once the eldest brother of the middle school has already instructed him to take his life, Xuan Mingjue is just a student in the outer school, so he should be unable to resist it, right?"
"Not necessarily, although Xuan Mingjue is a student in the outer school, he must have something to be successful to become a seed player."
"Yes, I can't even see how he blocked the sword of the middle brother just now. He slapped the heavy sword of the flying middle brother in every move. Even Zhao Kongming, who is ranked first, can't do it, right?"
"What do you think of a dead person? But this Xuan Mingjue is indeed extraordinary."
"Hmph, what's so extraordinary? It's just because I'm the son of the Lord of the Wind and became a seed player."
The contestants watching the competition were talking and talking about the showdown between Yue Mochen and Zhongnan Mo. Those who stood on Zhongnanxian's side were all students from the inner courtyard of Lifengsheng Courtyard.
Yue Mochen naturally didn't know what the people below were saying. A sharp light flashed through his bright eyes, and his figure flashed, like a phantom, and he shuttled between countless fingers.
These fingers are not fired together, there are always fronts and backs, fasts and slows. With its powerful physical control ability and speed, Yue Mochen entered the gap with endless access, and used his skills to shake to Zhongnan Mo's body!
"How is it possible? You can't hit him like this."
Not only Zhongnanmo himself, but also the audience in the audience had this idea, and for a moment, his mouth slightly opened and he was stunned on the spot!
People with vision know that speed alone cannot avoid all the fingers. After all, the gap between each finger is very small, and the small ones can be ignored. Moreover, these fingers are not arranged and are disorderly. There is no way to find the rules. If you want to pass through it, your eyesight, mental strength, physical strength, speed, reaction and overall view must reach the upper level.
If you want to do this, you must practice your body skills thousands of times before you can do it.
On the rostrum, Dugucheng watched Yue Mochen rushing through the shadows of his fingers in surprise, raised his eyebrows and said, "I didn't expect that among these juniors, there was a guy with great strength in body skills. This Xuan Ming must be a great talent."
Upon hearing this, the face of the representative of Xuan Fengtang changed. He had always been in conflict with the master. He had pushed Xuan Mingjue to the position of seed player, but he was not at ease and wanted to take advantage of this to solve Xuan Mingjue.
But now the opponent's performance is far beyond his estimate. With this technique, this guy will not be able to fight back even if he loses his opponent. Only then did he realize that Xuan Mingjue's growth has exceeded his estimate.
At this time, he didn't know that Xuan Mingjue was no longer the original Xuan Mingjue, but Yue Mochen, who regarded their Xuan Fengtang as his enemy!
Mo Juqi's face was not very good either, and Yue Mochen's strength was beyond his expectations.
But suddenly, he seemed to have figured out something and suddenly smiled: "This kid is really not bad. Zhong Nanmo's fingering technique has been integrated into his understanding of body skills. It is not only fast but also messy and dense, and it is very easy for people to avoid it."
"Yes, it can be seen that Zhongnan Mo's foundation is not bad, and his fingering is good. Even if he is in the reserve position, it is not easy to avoid these flying fingers at the same level."
The beautiful woman representative paused and found that no one showed an unhappy look, then said: "But unfortunately, he is not as skilled as the other party after all, and his skill level is also inferior. His understanding of body skills alone can basically be comparable to the female disciples of the Temple of Fighting".
While everyone on the rostrum was discussing, the square boiled again, several times more lively than earlier, and even some people on the rostrum couldn't help but exclaim.
I saw that the fingers all over the sky on the stage had disappeared. Yue Mochen, who was originally like lightning, had already settled down. He raised the long sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword was against Zhongnan Mo's throat...