There is a legend in the vast continent that countless years ago, there were gods.
But gods are not the only ones, they also fight with each other.
The gods on the vast continent once had an earth-shattering battle with another god.
At that time, the god on the vast continent used a weapon, while the other god did not use any weapon. The power of the two gods was the same, but the final result was the god who did not use a weapon.
Won.
The gods of the vast continent failed and lost huge benefits. At the same time, he also summarized the reasons for the failure.
He was too focused on the use of weapons and developed a sense of dependence on them. As a result, his own boxing practice was not as proficient as that of another god.
Although weapons are good, they are foreign objects after all and cannot be regarded as one's own strength. If you rely too much on weapons, your physical boxing practice will not reach its true peak.
In the early stages, the use of weapons must be more important than boxing. However, because the god of the vast continent failed in the divine battle, he finally stipulated that everyone should stop using weapons and concentrate on practicing boxing. This is because boxing can be practiced together until the end.
, is to exceed weapons.
The authenticity of this matter can no longer be verified, and people have never seen the gods of the vast continent.
However, this rule has actually been passed down. In today's popular boxing schools, they prohibit the use of weapons.
As a result, many families also prohibit the use of weapons. This rule has been passed down for countless years.
The Mohist family was also one of them, forbidding their children to use weapons.
But now Mo Huai took out the soft sword in his hand, which surprised Mo Qing.
He knocked Zhou Huan unconscious with one punch, and then said to Mo Huai: "Mo Huai, you are hopeless. Using weapons to fight has violated the family's precepts. You will definitely be punished!"
"Idiot, as long as you shut up forever, no one will know that I used a weapon!"
Mo Huai shook the sword in his hand a few times and walked towards Mo Qing. After walking about three meters in front of Mo Qing, he raised the sword in his hand high and made a gesture to chop it down.
Mo Qing hurriedly stepped back. After all, the opponent had weapons and couldn't fight head-on.
Unexpectedly, Mo Huai had no intention of pursuing Mo Qing. Instead, he came to Zhou Huan who was unconscious on the ground, raised his soft sword, and stabbed Zhou Huan in the chest!
"puff!"
Blood splattered everywhere. Zhou Huan, who was in a coma, moved his body slightly, his head tilted to one side, and he was already dead.
Unexpectedly, at the end of this battle, Zhou Huan did not die in the hands of Mo Qing, but in the hands of his accomplice Mo Huai.
Naturally, Mo Qing would not save Zhou Huan. Watching Mo Huai kill Zhou Huan, he said coldly: "Mo Huai, your heart is vicious enough, you will kill all your associates."
"Whoever let him see me holding a weapon, I don't want anything to fall into his hands in the future. Only the dead can keep secrets forever."
The flesh on Mo Huai's fat face trembled, and then he pointed at Mo Qing: "But Mo Qing, I didn't kill Zhou Huan. What happened today was that you killed Zhou Huan, and then I avenged Zhou Huan and killed you."
Now, this soft sword is also your weapon."
After hearing the plot designed by Mo Huai, Mo Qing knew that only one of him and Mo Huai would be able to leave alive today.
Because Mo Huai took out the weapon, he would never allow it to be leaked to others. Even if Zhou Huan saw him taking out the weapon, he would get rid of Zhou Huan first.
As for Mo Qing, Mo Huai has no reason to show mercy.
For a long time, he had seen people using boxing skills. Today, he had to face a second-level boxer holding a weapon. Mo Qing felt a little nervous.
While he was thinking about countermeasures, Mo Huai suddenly shouted: "Mo Qing! If you want to blame, blame your meteorite! You have no strength but you have wealth. Who will die if you don't die? I'll take my life!"
The fat body jumped forward, and Mo Huai took the soft sword and went straight to Mo Qing to chop.
Mo Qing hurriedly hid aside, but Mo Huai slashed with his sword.
"Whoa!"
A gash was made under Mo Qing's chest by Mo Huai's sword, and his clothes were dyed red with blood.
"Hehe! Mo Qing, you have no chance. Although your strength is very weird, my speed is still faster than yours. My punching speed is an average of 3.2 punches per second, and with a sword, I can punch 3.2 punches per second.
You can use three swords, but with your speed, there is absolutely no room for you to use it in front of me!"
With that said, Mo Huai quickly stepped forward and struck out with three swords in a row!
"Swish, swish, swish!"
The soft sword in Mo Huai's hand was extremely sharp. Mo Qing was slashed on the chest by a sword. Although the wound was not deep, after continuous dodging, it was difficult to completely avoid it. Mo Huai's sword struck him on the top of his head!
Mo Qing wore a helmet on his head, and felt a slight chill coming over him. The helmet was actually split from the middle, and it was only a little bit more than completely split in half by Mo Huai.
If his power had been stronger and this soft sword sharper, Mo Qing might have been killed by his sword.
Mo Qing showed an angry look. Mo Huai was so shameless that he actually carried a weapon with him. If he continued like this, he would be in danger.
At this point, Mo Qing also took the risk, tore off the helmet that was about to be broken in half and threw it aside, saying to Mo Huai: "Mo Huai! You only have the last chance to strike!"
A sword split open Mo Qing's helmet. Mo Huai was already a little complacent. Seeing Mo Qing rushing towards him, he pointed his sword softly: "Then this sword will pierce your heart!"
Mo Qing did not answer him. Mo Huai's sword was very fast, three swords per second. Normally, he would have no chance of winning. If he wanted to survive this life and death battle, he would have to take a risk!
Moving his body forward, Mo Huai had already swept over with his sword.
Mo Qing narrowed his eyes slightly, his chance only lasted less than a second!
Seeing Mo Huai's sword sweeping over, Mo Qing's feet seemed to slip, and his body suddenly fell forward, and he actually fell in front of Mo Huai!
"Haha! You idiot, you can't even stand still, why are you fighting!"
Although Mo Qing's fall happened to avoid Mo Huai's sword sweep, Mo Huai became even more excited, and Mo Qing crawled at his feet. Such a God-given opportunity just ended the battle.
The soft sword stabbed directly at Mo Qing's back below!
"puff!"
Mo Qing dodged at this moment, and the soft sword stabbed down from his shoulder, piercing Mo Qing's entire body!
Mo Qing gritted his teeth tightly, as if it was not his body that was injured, but his hands that violently grabbed Mo Huai's feet!
Mo Huai was extremely excited at this time. He didn't pay attention to Mo Qing's movements, but pulled out the sword fiercely, and at the same time shouted: "Haha, what's the last sword, Mo Qing, I said you have no chance."
, the next sword will kill you!"
Using both hands, Mo Huai pulled out the soft sword from Mo Qing's shoulder, and a column of blood sprayed out about three feet high.
Mo Qing groaned, rolled back on the spot, rolled two meters away, and stood up.
"Don't even think about running away!"
Mo Huai held the sword with both hands, aiming it at Mo Qing's body and about to stab him.
But at the moment he moved forward, something seemed to pull his feet. He was about to move forward, but he couldn't move forward a little.
The upper body of the body rushed forward, but his feet were fixed in place. He instantly lost his center of gravity and fell forward!
The moment he fell, Mo Huai was horrified to find that his feet were actually covered with two layers of ice and were tightly connected to the ground!
"thump!"
The fat body fell to the ground, and the soft sword came out of his hand.
Mo Qing covered the shoulder that was pierced by Mo Huai with one hand. His face was pale, but his eyes were full of energy. He stepped forward and stepped on Mo Huai who fell to the ground.
"You...how could you? How did you do it?"
"Mo Huai, you asked too many things. I just told you that this is your last sword!"
Mo Qing didn't want to talk to Mo Huai anymore. The opponent was currently on the ground, but he had not lost his fighting power. Mo Qing simply punched Mo Huai in the back of the heart.
"Icy Spiral!"
"boom!"
The strong spiral force directly entered Mo Huai's heart, and a bright white cold air exploded in Mo Huai's back!
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