Chapter 14 Invitation of the curator
Hang! Hak! Qiang!
bursts of crisp metal impact sounded, and the dazzling speed battle almost ignited a hot fire in the hearts of all 'quasi-powers'.
"This is the battle of the strong! I can always be like them!"
"Fast, really fast! Lin Qing's fast speed makes me unable to see clearly, but Mo Chou seems to have mastered the rhythm of the battle now. In the face of Lin Qing's 'fast', he is gradually familiar with it!" The freshmen present made appropriate cheers and comments from time to time.
Indeed, Lin Qing's speed is very fast, but under the observation of Mo Yan, who put the speed of everything extremely slowly, he had already realized that Lin Qing's next moment's action had taken the lead in attacking before she could take action, so that Lin Qing could only be in the defensive stage!
When serving in the military, Mo Yan did not train his combat skills. Every time a knife stabbed out, Lin Qing always had no room to dodge and could only deal with it with a long sword.
"Haha!" Mo Yan laughed loudly. After hearing Lin Qing's words, he immediately realized his mistake and showed the combat skills learned from the military vividly at this moment.
Wh!
Lin Qinghao's wrist trembled, and the snowy long sword had just resisted Mo Yan's sharp stab. His whole body had turned over like a dexterous swallow, drawing a strong wind in the air!
Wow!
The powerful air blade penetrated out, and at the moment Lin Qing pulled away, Mo Yan had hurriedly turned back, his hands fast on the ground, and a leaping dragon gate quickly turned back in the air. At the same time, the short knife that had been in his hand for a long time shot out sharply!
Shake his arm hard and drew an elegant arc. The flying knife that came out of his hand was like a comet drawn in the night sky, flying towards Lin Qing in mid-air!
"Huh, do you think I don't have time to resist? You really don't look at me too much. Don't worry, I'll show you how much I understand my kendo!"
Lin Qing's eyes must have been like an iceberg that has not melted for thousands of years. Suddenly, a hot light flashed.
"It's over! Lin Qing just drew a sword. No matter how fast she is, she has no time to resist! Don't worry about winning this battle!" Ouyang Yu nodded slightly and longed for his brother who had only known him for a few days.
"A few days ago, Mochou still participated in the 'quasi-power' assessment like me, but today, he is already a 'power'!" Ouyang Yu sighed, "However, I know that this is inseparable from his unremitting efforts!"
Ouyang Yu couldn't help admiring Mo Yan's daily practice of "mirror stop water" in the dormitory, which increased the development of the spiritual field in his mind, making the 'microelements' in his body easier to wake up.
Not everyone can bear the boring process of cultivation.
However, just as Ouyang Yu believed that the competition was over, Lin Qing in mid-air suddenly twisted his waist and brought out a strong wind. Then he saw a cold light flashing past. When the flying knife almost shot in front of Lin Qing, her long sword had been crossed in front of her chest again!
This difficult action of turning around and placing the sword back to the chest was completed in an instant under Lin Qing's rapid exertion!
"It's over, Lin Qing!" Mo Yan sneered, "After fighting with you for so long, do you think I don't know your behavior?"
Yes, Lin Qing deliberately waited until Mo Yan shot the knife before twisting his waist in the air. The purpose was that even if Mo Yan judged her movements, he could not stop it. But the people who are most familiar with themselves are often their own enemies. This sentence is vividly reflected in Lin Qing and Mo Yan!
Wow!
The short knife that flew straight out suddenly drew a strange arc, abruptly twisted the original trajectory, wiped through the tip of Lin Qing's nose, and cut off a few wisps of black green silk!
The strange curve trajectory, like a white whale coming out of the water, leaping out of the sea and drawing a round arc!
Bum!
The sharp flying knife shot into the ceiling and broke the glass of an electric lamp, which lost all its energy and staggered to the ground.
Quiet, dead silence.
Everyone saw the sudden response and attack made by Mo Yan and Lin Qing, and then stopped one after another. Then Lin Qing, who fell to the ground, looked at the flying knife, shook his head and sighed, "I lost."
"Wan!" The 'quasi-power' in the arena made a noise, and then it was like a sea of joy, shouting to Mo Yan one after another: "Don't worry! Good job, I'm right! Good fight!"
Wonderful! What a wonderful!! It's much more wonderful than the clips I saw a few days ago!"
"Released!! This extreme speed duel is really happy!!"
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"Brother Liang, Brother Liang... Then why did Lin Qing admit defeat? The flying knife just did not hurt her at all. Jiang Zhiqing frowned and looked at Brother Liang pitifully.
Brother Liang sighed and said, "Your realm is not as high as Lin Qing, so naturally you won't know why she gave up. Just now, Mochou was obviously merciful, otherwise the arc trajectory thrown by the flying knife would not cut off the hair, but..."
Brother Liang stared into Jiang Zhiqing's eyes and said word by word, " Throat!"
After listening to Brother Liang's words, Jiang Zhiqing suddenly stared and exclaimed, "I didn't expect this handsome man to be so powerful! Brother Liang, Brother Liang, if you fight against him, how sure are you to beat him?
The vulgar man next to him listened to Jiang Zhiqing's words and couldn't help rolling his eyes and muttered unwillingly, "Damn it, why! This mother-in-law calls me 'stupid big man', but Mochou is called 'little handsome man'. It's unfair, really unfair..."
In the second half of the words, Ouyang Yu had already automatically ignored the past, and there was a bitterness in his heart - Mo Yan's appearance was ugly, but in Jiang Zhiqing's mouth, he was a 'little handsome man'. I really don't know what she looked at.
Perhaps because Jiang Zhiqing's face is not beautiful in the first place - with sesame spots on her face, a pair of thick and bulky round glasses, and two hemp rope-like whips, so in her subconscious, she must have an antipathy to the real jade tree and handsome man.
Therefore, under the mind of self-deception, Mo Yan will be called 'little handsome man'.
Ouyang Yu clenched his fist tightly and silently recognized his view in his heart.
In the arena, Mo Yan looked at Lin Qing faintly and said with a smile, "Lin Qing, you lost."
Lin Qing lowered his head bitterly, took a look at the hair sprinkled on the ground, took a deep breath, and stared up at Mo Yan's eyes: "Yes, I lost. This time I lost convincingly."
After saying that, both of them couldn't help laughing gently, which had a taste of cherishing heroes.
Just as Mo Yan wanted to take the first two steps to shake hands with the strong man, there was a loud "buzz" in his mind, and then it seemed to be extremely painful as if he had been hit by the stormy waves. The eyes that had recovered dark suddenly caused a sharp pain of chain reaction, as if countless small steel needles pierced it. General!
It hurts!
The pain in my heart!
It's as if there are countless steel needles piercing the eyes, which is heartbreaking!
When his eyes darkened, Mo Yan's legs softened and fell to the ground...
......
In the ward of the Strong Alliance Martial Arts Museum.
A dazzling light came into his eyes. Mo Yan slowly opened his eyes and couldn't help covering the still painful eyes with his hand. He said silently in his heart, "Strange, what's going on?! Why does my eyes hurt so much? Does it have anything to do with my power?!"
At this moment, Mo Yan's brain is no longer the severe pain just now, just a kind of fatigue, but those eyes still seem to be bitten by ants.
"You're awake." A faint voice came out. Mo Yan raised his eyelids with difficulty and saw an old man with silver silk and cheeks like air-dried orange peel standing by the bed and sighing, "You have been in a coma for a day and a night."
One day and one night?!
Mo Yan was shocked, but he didn't have time to be shocked, but he heard a shocking message from the old man!
"Mo Yan, Xuanyuanjing, the owner of our strong alliance martial arts school, has something to talk to you. If you are fine, follow me to meet the curator at the top floor of the martial arts hall."