Chapter 184

"Next, it's your turn, huh?" The cold young man turned his eyes to Mo Fan and shook the blood on his sword.

"Drip!" The bright red blood turned a little dark red in the cave.

At the moment when the blood dripped, a white light flew away, and the cold young man opened his eyes incredulously, and then was blown out by the white light and fell heavily on the wall.

Mo Fan slowly stood up straight, with a faint smile on the corners of his mouth, and said, "You are too arrogant. If the Dragon King in White is so easy to deal with, he will not be respected as the first master.

The cold young man spit out a mouthful of blood and stood up. His chest seemed to have collapsed slightly. The punch had already left marks on his body.

Mo Jun was dressed in white, his chest was stained with blood, and his face was slightly twisted, but it did not damage his handsome image.

" By the way, no one can see this boy's smiling face, his self-esteem is stronger than anyone else. Angry, I can't guarantee that something bad will happen to him. Mo Fan added.

Mo Jun turned around and said coldly, "Isn't there too much you said?"

Mo Fan shrugged his shoulders and said, "I haven't seen you turn black for a long time. I'm very curious. I didn't expect it to be perfectly reproduced in the game. I found that I began to like this world."

Mo Jun snorted coldly and said to the cold young man, "What's your name? I, Mo Jun, don't kill unknown people."

The cold young man coughed a few times and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood before he slowly relieved and said, "I admit that your inner strength is stronger than me, but if you want to kill me, it's tantamount to a dream." Speaking here, the cold young man's momentum condensed and stabbed out with a sword. The speed was extremely fast. In a trance, there seemed to be a remnant of shadows stopping from where he passed.

Mo Jun's eyes condensed, and his left hand waved out, and his right hand followed. With one breath and two completely different forces, he was so entangled into a whirlpool. The cold young man suddenly felt empty, and his sword seemed to be taken away. His heart was slightly shocked. He had become a mountain. No one in the world could compete with it today, but I didn't want to come back in the first battle, I met a hard point and stabbed the chest with one blow, but it seemed to be like a fine person, as if I had only suffered skin trauma. Moreover, his internal strength is strong, and the first master of that year, Black Wind, may not be as powerful as him. Is the first master of this era really so powerful?

The cold young man's inner strength urged, as if a sword came out of its sheath, and the cold light of the purple sword flashed, as if it had soared more than three feet, straight to Mo Jun's eyebrows.

Mo Jun was shocked. This move was shocking. In an instant, he broke through his yin and yang brakes, and the speed was ten to ten times faster!

At present, he did not stop. As soon as he stepped under his feet, he had retreated more than a dozen steps and could avoid this sword. Even so, his eyebrows were also punctured and blood slowly flowed down.

The cold young man did not give him a chance. A sword was stabbed again. Mo Jun was angry and pushed out fiercely, and the momentum suddenly soared. The cold young man seemed to feel that there was a big mountain blocking in front of him. The sword was actually blocked. In an instant, the sword slowed down.

Bad!

The cold young man shouted secretly that the slowness of their level is enough to become a fatal flaw.

Sure enough, Mo Jun's palm was pushed halfway and suddenly turned into a fist, hitting the cold young man's shoulder silently.

But there was no expected continuous impact. This punch was like a mud cow into the sea, completely silent, and the only thing was that the cold young man's shoulder shrank slightly back.

Did you remove the force in an instant?

Mo Jun said secretly.

The cold young man knew that there was no hope of attacking again, so he took the opportunity to retreat several steps.

The two just stood up, and their momentum soared again. In a blink of an eye, they hit a piece again. In a blink of an eye, they had already passed more than ten moves.

Mo Fan looked aside and thought secretly in his heart: in the Jiuyin Zhenjing, there is no way for these two people at all, mostly hidden martial arts and self-created martial arts. However, his boxing and palm skills seem to be one set. The transformation is so smooth and amazing. It is soft in the middle, strong in the soft, and incomparable. The martial arts of Jiuyin Zhenjing may not be as mysterious as him. That young man is not a general person. It seems that he should be a peerless master in the player world. His sword only has simple splits and thorns, but his speed is amazing. At the critical moment, he also has a quite powerful explosive power, and the speed can be increased several times, which is enough to kill a super first-class master in seconds. However, where on earth did he get that set of punches? If calculated in this way, I am no match for him.

Xiao Yuening also saw it and was secretly surprised: although this young man's swordsmanship is sharp, and she and Mo Fan's two swords may not be able to escape, but what surprises her more is Mo Jun's fists. This young man is undoubtedly a peerless master, but with equal pressure, he can still fight with the young man. There is a battlefield, and this set of fists is undoubtedly above their Jiuyin Zhenjing.

With a sharp heart, Mo Fan and Xiao Yue stared at each other, and Mo Fan closed his eyes and shook his head.

In this battle, they became spectators and could not intervene at all. It was also a burden to intervene...

A small whirlwind gradually rolled up in the field, rolling out the hay all over the ground, and the figures of the two could not be seen clearly.

In a blink of an eye, the two have passed more than 300 moves, but they still haven't seen the winner.

"Bum!" The two fought with each other once and flew away. Mo Jun sprayed two mouthfuls of blood in a row. The cold young man did not please him, but also vomited several mouthfuls of blood.

"Okay! Stop it!" Mo Fan saw something wrong and quickly shouted to stop.

The cold young man looked over coldly. Mo Fan replied, "Don't look at me like that. We have three people here. It's also for your own good to stop. Do you want a dragon knife or your life?"

The cold young man looked at Xie Xun, who was in a coma, and Xiao Yuening who slowly stood up beside him, then shook his eyes at Mo Jun standing on the scene, and finally looked at Mo Fan, who was staring at him in a daze. Suddenly, he felt depression surged up in his chest. Obviously, he had suffered internal injury and snorted coldly: "You are lucky!" After saying that, he flew back.

"Puff!"

Mo Jun spewed out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground softly.

He first received a sword. Although he used the universe to move the acupuncture point to avoid being stabbed, after all, he suffered a lot of injuries. Later, he used the yin and yang moment and the set of fists, and fought nearly 500 moves. No matter which move required considerable internal strength, the great Jiuyang magic power could not keep up. After fighting with each other, he suffered serious internal injuries. First, his internal strength was weak, internal injuries, and external injuries continued to lose blood, which was already life-threatening.