Facing Yang Miao who had transformed into the messenger of darkness, Mo Ziyan did not show much surprise. Instead, he suddenly sprang out countless golden vines, like golden pythons, swinging his body and rushing with a "whoosh" sound.

To Yang Miao.

Fourth-level wood magic - Snakes! The vines turn into snakes, aim at the enemy, and attack them in groups! However, Mo Ziyan's snakes are mixed with gold elements, which causes higher damage than ordinary snakes.

faster!

But Yang Miao did not flinch. His big eyes were as black as ink, and his big hands were as dark as black coal. He clenched his fists and kept hammering at the oncoming golden python.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang..."

When the black fist hit the snake vine, the golden python immediately turned into a black mamba snake, and the black mamba snake bit its own tongue. As if it was poisoned, its whole body turned black, and it fell weakly on the ring.

Or like the little brother who just had a romantic relationship with a woman, hanging his head, unable to get up again.

However, when a snake is poisoned, another snake will continue to rush over; when a little brother can't lift his head, thousands of big brothers behind him are already ready and eager to try. Therefore, although Yang Miao's boxing style is extremely sharp,

Mo Ziyan's snake didn't show any weakness. For a while, Yang Miao couldn't get into Mo Ziyan's body, and Mo Ziyan couldn't hurt Yang Miao. The two were in a stalemate again.

…

The big guys in the audience sighed when they saw the situation on the stage.

"Oh, it's so difficult for Xiao Yang!" Lu Mingyan said with some regret.

"Yes, he completely gave up his best skill of devouring and chose to attack with force. However, he was unable to attack with force for a while. Mo Ziyan always played steadily and took the opportunity to steal his magic power. If he continues to use this way, Xiao Yang will sooner or later

Lose! Alas, it’s a pity that such a talented girl has such a vicious heart. It’s all my fault. If only I could teach her well and let her go.” Huang Yan regretted a little.

Sure enough, no teacher does not love students, and no teacher does not feel guilty when students take the wrong path. After all, a teacher’s duty is to teach and educate people, and lead students to the right path. When students enter

When you go astray, as a teacher, you will feel that you have failed in your duty.

…

As time went by, the deadlock was gradually broken.

Although Yang Miao's incarnation of the Night Messenger seemed unstoppable, Mo Ziyan's snake vines were so numerous that they covered the entire arena, drowned Yang Miao's body, and were so numerous that they were not just strips, but piles.

!And Yang Miao consumed too much magic power after transforming into a messenger in black, and the magic power could not be replenished. However, Mo Ziyan continued to absorb Yang Miao's magic power through snake vines. As one waxed and waned, Yang Miao's movements became slower and slower.

, and his whole body was gradually wrapped by snake vines.

Seeing Yang Miao being swallowed by the snake vine, Mo Ziyan sneered and was not in a hurry to defeat him. Instead, he controlled the snake vine to move away a small part, exposing Yang Miao's head, and walked toward Yang Miao step by step with queen steps.

Looking at Yang Miao who was unconscious with her eyes closed, Mo Ziyan showed a playful smile, leaned forward, raised her buttocks, held up her hair with one hand, and lifted Yang Miao's chin with the fingers of the other hand, touching it.

whispered in his ear.

"You are a waste!"

After saying that, Mo Ziyan was about to get up, but found that he couldn't move! No matter how hard he struggled, it was to no avail! It was like being nailed under the sun!

Wait! Sun!

Mo Ziyan suddenly raised his head and discovered that in addition to the flying snowflakes, there was actually the sun in the sky! The sunlight hit the ground, reflecting the shadows of the two people on the ground, and their shadows even overlapped!

The fourth level of dark magic - Dark Binding! Can firmly bind the enemy through its own shadow!

Mo Ziyan immediately realized that something was wrong. He kept struggling to escape from the shackles of Yang Miao's shadow, and kept stimulating the magic power in his body, but found that even his magic power was bound! It was like building a dam in his body, blocking it.

My own meridians make it difficult for me to activate my own magic power.

The vines around Yang Miao gradually fell off, and he slowly opened his eyes and whispered in Mo Ziyan's ear: "Finally, I caught you!"

The magic power flowed out of Mo Ziyan's body continuously, and she herself could not control her body. She could only imitate Yang Miao's movements. When Yang Miao went east, she could not go west. When Yang Miao squatted down, she could not go west.

He couldn't stand up. He was completely like his shadow. Moreover, as time went by, Mo Ziyan's body became darker and darker, his magic power became less and less, and he looked more and more like Yang Miao's shadow!

No, we must think of something quickly!

Mo Ziyan's lips twitched, and he realized that besides being unable to control his body, his mouth could still move! Then he looked at Yang Mi and said coldly.

"You loser! Besides controlling other people's bodies, what else can you do! If you dare, let me move an arm! I can knock you down with just one arm!"

Yang Miao raised his right hand expressionlessly, and Mo Ziyan was forced to raise his right hand as well. They both opened their palms at the same time and swung towards him fiercely!

"Snapped!"

There was a crisp sound, two red marks, and both of their mouths were red from their own slaps!

He felt a dull pain in his lips. Even though he had slapped it himself, Mo Ziyan still felt humiliated by Yang Miao.

"You! How dare you hit me! How dare you, a loser named Yang, hit me! Use my hands! You loser! Do you only use such despicable methods? If you are a man, don't use such despicable methods.

Means! Let’s fight with dignity!”

"Snapped!"

There was another crisp sound, and their mouths became a little red again.

"You still dare to fight! If you fight again, believe it or not, I will make it impossible for you to hold your head up again!" Mo Ziyan shouted at Yang Miao.

"Pah, pah, pah, pah..."

Along with the crisp sound that kept echoing in the ring, the two stood there, slapping their mouths. Although they looked a little funny, there was no laughter in the entire ring area. Everyone looked at the two with solemn expressions.

People, listening to the ruthless slaps and endless curses in the cold wind.

Gradually, the lips of both of them swelled up, and the biting cold wind cut their lips. Blood seeped out from the wound, and immediately solidified and stuck to the open wound, like an irresponsible chef.

Two thick sausages, with several cuts on them, smeared with tomato sauce, hung on their mouths.

Mo Ziyan ignored the change in his mouth and continued to insult Yang Miao through the gap between his lips.

"Hahaha! Good-for-nothing Yang Miao! Do you think you can beat me like this? What a dream!"

"Young man named Yang, you are a waste! If you have the ability, keep fighting! If you have the ability, strike harder! Let's see who can hold on longer! Who falls first!"

"Damn it! You are a waste! You don't even know how to slap me, so why not let me control you? I promise to slap you to death, and I can still stand there unharmed!"

…

In the end, Yang Miao couldn't stand Mo Ziyan's venomous snake, so he stopped slapping himself in the mouth, and instead punched and kicked him!

The fists of the two men were like sandbags, constantly falling on themselves, beating themselves until their noses were bruised, their faces were swollen, and their bodies were bruised and bruised.

This method did have a lot of effect. Facing his own violent attack, Mo Ziyan was a little out of breath. His words became much less, but it was only limited to the reduction of the number of words in each sentence.

However, Mo Ziyan still endured the severe pain and spoke harshly to Yang Miao.

"Trash! That's all you have!"

"Trash! Come again!"

"Waste! Use force!"

These few words were more direct and vicious than the previous paragraphs. Every word was like a sharp blade, constantly cutting into the most vulnerable side of Yang Miao's heart.

Finally, Yang Miao couldn't bear it any longer, took a step forward, exerted force on his waist, and swung his jet-black fist towards Mo Ziyan.

"I'm not a waste!"

Mo Ziyan also stretched out his fist to swing at Yang Miao, but Mo Ziyan was surprised to find that the moment Yang Miao opened his mouth, he could actually move!

Mo Ziyan's magic power immediately spurted out and wrapped around her fist. Countless flowers bloomed in her fist and soon covered her entire arm.

Third level wood magic——Hundred Flower Fist!

The black fist collided with the flower fist, creating a shock wave that lifted their sleeves. Baihua faced the shock wave and spread to Yang Miao's arm. Mo Ziyan used strength again, stretched his arm forward, and Yang Miao flew backwards.

And out. The flower on the arm also broke away from Yang Miao's arm, spit out a ball of pollen, and wrapped Yang Miao!

Third-level wood magic - paralysis powder! Any enemy who inhales this pollen will be paralyzed and their reflexes will be greatly reduced!

Pollen kept entering Yang Miao's body, and Yang Miao felt weak in his limbs and dizzy. He fell to the side of the ring with a "plop".

Yang Ling staggered and stood up, but before he could regain his footing, countless blades flew towards Yang Miao like sharp blades.

Third level wood magic——leaf blade!

Countless leaves shot like Yang Miao, slicing his body, and he fell to the ground again. His blood fell on the ring with him, and the green leaves turned red and flew into the distance.

Seeing Yang Miao lying on the ground gasping for breath, Mo Ziyan walked over again, but this time, she did not touch Yang Miao, nor did she get close to his shadow. Instead, she stopped at a suitable distance and stretched out her hand.

Three vines tied Yang Miao and lifted him into the air.

"Finally, I caught you!" Mo Ziyan looked at Yang Miao and sneered.

Yang Miao struggled in mid-air, but all the struggles were in vain. The previous consumption was too great. The side effects caused by transforming into the Night Messenger made Yang Miao miserable. Coupled with the influence of the paralysis powder, Yang Miao even more

He was not working hard. The little magic power was still being absorbed by the vines, and Yang Miao became weaker and weaker, but he still kept struggling and stretched out his hand to catch Mo Ziyan.

"Waste! Why do you still want to beat me? Let me tell you, you can only be stepped on by me in this life! You will never be my opponent in this life! You will be a waste in this life! You want to devour me? Okay! I will let you

Swallow! See how much you can swallow!"

After saying that, he actually stretched out his right hand towards Yang Miao. Yang Miao grabbed Mo Ziyan's arm and kept devouring her magic power, but his own magic power was also constantly being absorbed by the vines. The two of them were at odds with each other.

Devouring, absorbing. The sucking is like a whale sucking water, and the swallowing is like a chicken pecking rice. I don’t know who will have the last laugh in the end!
Chapter completed!