Ying Lingfeng glanced at Yue Moyu with a cold expression, jumped onto the platform, stood in a corner with a cold expression, facing Yue Moyu from afar.
The game started, and sparked. Finally, amid the anticipated calls, the referee announced the start of the game.
Ying Lingfeng pulled out two short swords with a sneer, holding one in his hand and the other in his hand. He could tell at a glance that he was an absolute melee warrior, while Yue Moyu was a psychic master.
The outcome of the game is determined by the distance between the two of them.
Ying Lingfeng must have known this deeply. After taking out the weapon, he did not say anything nonsense. With a bounce of his body, he rushed out flexibly on the dilapidated stage. With a few light rises and falls, he had already rushed out most of the distance, and in a blink of an eye he was about to reach Yue Moyu!
Yue Moyu actually smiled invisibly, and at such a critical moment, he suddenly closed his eyes!
"this..."
The sharp-eyed man noticed Yue Moyu's small move at the first time and immediately exclaimed, closing his eyes during the battle? Are you stupid or have absolute confidence?
"What awesome 'absolute'!"
Xuan Mingkong was also surprised, but it was not because of Yue Moyu's action of closing his eyes, but because he felt that the moment the other party closed his eyes, the other party's breath had completely disappeared. If it weren't for his eyes seeing the figure, he would have thought that Yue Moyu had disappeared.
"It's really amazing. If Ying Lingfeng closed his eyes at this time, he would definitely not feel where he was, and he would not have any breath."
The layman was watching the fun and was watching the trick. Yue Mochen looked at the figure and felt a sudden heart. He knew that Ying Lingfeng had already lost.
I don't know if it was too angry or eager to win, Ying Lingfeng on the stage didn't notice this detail. He just thought the other party underestimated him, so he closed his eyes and couldn't help but speed up.
Take action!
Under everyone's gaze, Ying Lingfeng took action!
The yellow spiritual sect burst out like an aurora, instantly pulling two short swords extremely long, like a laser sword.
"Break me!"
As everyone was watching, Ying Lingfeng slashed his swords, and an x-shaped sword light broke through the air, but Ying Lingfeng did not pause at all, and continued to sweep forward, following the sword light he emitted, and swept forward like lightning!
The audience in the audience was confused, no, they should have been stunned, and the audience was silent.
Ying Lingfeng was also stunned, staring at his feet blankly, and the expression on his face changed and continued, as if he didn't know what expression he should have.
"This...is a fake match?"
After a long time, someone murmured, because Ying Lingfeng finally rushed to Yue Moyu's side, but he didn't even touch the other party, but just made a huge blow to Yue Moyu. When the person hadn't understood his intention, he jumped off the stage excitedly.
Leaving the stage means admitting defeat. This is the truth that everyone understands.
"Even if you play a fake game, you don't have to play it so obviously!"
"I really think we are idiots!"
"Damn, I thought his sword was going to block the other party's retreat first. It turned out to be a fake?"
For a moment, the previous booed people burst into the crowd, but it was no wonder that Ying Lingfeng was the first player to jump off the stage by himself since the game, and he was so strong before jumping off the stage.
But, can he blame him?
"What a strange method, Yue Moyu is amazing."
Xuan Mingkong said lightly, he could naturally see that the reason why Ying Lingfeng was so strange was because he was disturbed by Yue Moyu's spirit.
First, he used the best among the four major industries to hide his breath, and then took advantage of Ying Lingfeng's emotional out of control and used "hair" to interfere with his mental power. In fact, he closed his eyes to deliberately anger Ying Lingfeng!
In fact, in Ying Lingfeng's eyes, he hit Yue Moyu with the first blow. The reason why he swept forward next was to take advantage of the victory, but he did not expect that in fact, he had never touched the other party's hair at all.
Yue Mochen next to him nodded. Mo Buping was even more powerful than he thought. To do this, it is simple to say, but it is very difficult to do. First of all, you must have profound attainments in the four major practices of spiritual thoughts, and secondly, you must have absolute advantages in the soul.
Although Ying Lingfeng is a warrior and has never practiced souls, as his warrior level increases, his soul power will also increase. For example, his initial level of heaven, spiritual consciousness should be able to be released for nearly a hundred meters.
From this point of view alone, although his soul power cannot be used as freely as Master Nian, it can be considered quite powerful. However, it has easily affected his mind. Obviously, after taking over Yue Moyu's body, Mo Buping's cultivation has recovered a lot, and it is absolutely true that he is above the Saint level.
"Why do I think Yue Moyu is even more powerful than the one who took action yesterday? Control someone's mind? Don't have to do it yourself to kill someone, just control the other party to commit suicide?"
Honduras wondered that although he had also practiced the spiritual thoughts, he found that he did not have the talent in this area, so he decisively gave up and could not even be a beginner, so naturally he could not see any tricks.
"Yue Moyu is good this time, but his strength should still not be as good as Mo Bushu. It's just that because the two of them are taking different paths, Yue Moyu's methods are even more weird, so you just look shocked."
Yue Mochen explained: "Even if you are the same Master, there are very different combat methods."
“That’s too.”
Honduras nodded, suddenly remembered something, and changed his tone and said to Yue Mochen: "By the way, Mingjue, aren't you dual cultivation? What level have you reached for Ling Nian? Could it be that you are worse than me?"
"It's about the same cultivation as my current warrior." Yue Mochen said lightly.
"What??"
Honduras and others were shocked, especially Xuan Mingkong. He changed from a warrior to practice cultivation, so he naturally knew that the path of a meditation master was not that simple. He had soul veins and was known as a first-class genius. He spent more than a year focusing on spiritual thoughts and only reached the realm of soul gathering, which was equivalent to the existence of a warrior half-man realm.
But Yue Mo Chen's spiritual martial arts dual cultivation has already reached the heaven level? How could he not be surprised?
"You mean, your spiritual thoughts have also broken through to the heavenly level?"
Xuan Mingkong was really unbelievable and asked again.
Yue Mochen nodded and did not deny: "Yes, it broke through not long ago."
Looking at the surprised eyes of everyone, staring at the eyeballs as big as cow's eyes, I couldn't help but laugh and said to myself: If you know that my spiritual mind cultivation is higher than that of a warrior, wouldn't it be even more surprising?