Although the sneak attack failed, Nanyue immediately "regrouped". He clenched his fist and said heavily: "Then outsmart, we outsmart!"

Chen Baiqi blinked his eyes, was silent for a while, and then said perfunctorily: "Okay, outwit. But don't worry, let's check the situation for a while."

But Nan Yue was anxious: "But what if Mo Xia's side strikes first and takes advantage?"

Chen Baiqi gave him a funny look, then patted his shoulder and comforted him: "Don't worry, anyone who dares to challenge the entire Mo family won't be taken down in just two or three blows.

"

Chen Baiqi's words always have the function of making people feel inexplicably reassuring. Nan Yue thought about it for a while and agreed. She temporarily suppressed her nervous and exciting emotions, nailed the soles of her feet firmly to the ground, and looked forward together with Chen Baiqi.

On a stone plate as big as a football field in front of them, one pair of two stood facing each other. The two sides were like two energy groups of different colors, sweeping away the wind and snow and whipping the sky and the earth, creating an unstoppable atmosphere.

Miao Yue took off the bamboo hat on her head and threw it to the ground, then pulled out a hair tie from her belt and bit it in her mouth, then tied her long hair like a mist high on her head with both hands, and then used it in her mouth

The hair tie is tied tightly.

In this way, the figure that looks like the water in the apricot blossom lane in March suddenly becomes heroic.

She wore a soft leather armor with shoulders, and then a rose-colored dress that hung straight down from the bra to the bare feet. Her arms were smooth and slender, and the sudden change in her brows made the whole outfit look soft and yet hard.

And Ji Yun also took off the bamboo hat on his head. His dark hair hung down to his waist, and his cold face looked like clean Tibetan jade in the wind. Dressed in a green robe, he looked like a red crane basking its wings like snow next to a pine rock.

, the bright wings deceive the snow.

Miao Yue's temper was more impulsive, so she rushed forward first, while Ji Yun followed closely behind. From a distance, she saw only a red shadow and a green shadow rushing towards Mo Cheng one after another.

Mo Cheng was dressed in black clothes. The cold wind caressed his face, and the thin and soft soap gauze rippled. He put one hand behind his back, and slowly made a semicircle with the other hand against his chest. He tilted his head and neck slightly, watching the red shadow and the

Green shadow, leisurely posture.

The red shadow that rushed to the ground but did not touch the ground brought up the fine snow and the strong wind all the way. The white mist that overflowed on the peak was torn into cotton wool, wisps and wisps, scattered and twisted.

When Hong Ying was finally only a few inches away from Mo Cheng, he struck out a palm. As soon as the wind from the white palm lifted up a section of Mo Cheng's curtain, it suddenly stopped suddenly and regained its calmness as if it was suddenly isolated.

, on the other hand, Miao Yue's figure that should have been graceful and graceful suddenly reared.

Her face suddenly turned pale, then she landed and retreated quickly, seemingly unable to stop on her toes, and was finally caught by Ji Yun who caught up later.

Miao Yue's hair on her forehead was a little scattered at this time. She held her abdomen, her breath was unsteady, and she said painfully: "Brother Ji, he..."

"I know." Ji Yun looked at Mo Cheng and said calmly.

Miao Yue had no idea what had just happened. She didn't see Mo Cheng's move clearly, but she was hit.

Miao Yue was frightened and angry in her heart at this moment, but she saw one thing clearly: "Brother Ji, the aura in front of him is unbreakable. It's hard for us to get close to me."

Who can believe that a person who is only in his twenties can actually cultivate the pure Yuangang Qi of Buddhism? As far as she knows, this is usually something that only Buddhists in their seventies or eighty can do, right?!

Ji Yun took a deep breath and said in a tight voice: "Pure Yuan Gang Qi is difficult to break. Since it doesn't work from the front, then try other positions."

Miao Yue hesitated for a moment, then gritted her teeth and said, "Okay!"

Miao Yue narrowed her eyes coldly. She calmed down the fear in her heart because of the huge gap between her and Mo Cheng. She took a few quick steps and jumped up. She remembered that Mo Cheng had said before that no matter what method they used on him, they would be able to do it.

.

Since that's the case, since the gap between them is so big, then her use of weapons can't be considered an unfair means.

So, she took out her weapon - the Seven Flower Fire Cloud Fan.

This fan is not very lethal, but its main skills are confusion and interference. She needs to create opportunities and time for Brother Ji.

Miao Yue and Ji Yun had fought side by side several times, so they had some unspoken tacit understanding with each other. She jumped in the air, jumped up, and turned several somersaults. Her waist was incredibly soft.

He suddenly fell backward onto Mo Cheng's head, then stood upside down, and used the Seven Flowers Fire Cloud Fan to activate his first skill - Fire Cloud.

She rubbed the handle of the fan away, then crossed her hands and pointed it down. A red flame suddenly "whistled" out of the fan. This fan was equipped with a mechanism, and under the fire was a sharp tool hidden in the fan.

He was intercepted on the road. Naturally, Mo Cheng didn't have any equipment capable of resisting fire. He raised his eyebrows. At this time, Ji Yun had already touched his back with a palm, and had just touched the corner of his hat, but he didn't have time to catch it.

In fact, he was blocked by Mo Cheng's hand holding the sword.

It was obviously a very light movement, but Ji Yun felt a huge force on her body, and her whole hand was almost paralyzed with shock and pain.

When Miao Yue saw that the situation was not good, she quickly used her skill - Seven Flowers. She danced wildly with her fan again. At this time, many paper-like petals floated out of the fan, spinning erratically due to the cold wind generated by their fight.

indefinite.

Mo Cheng twisted on the spot and then spun rapidly upwards like a top. Miao Yue was startled and hurriedly dodged to the ground and stepped back.

After Mo Cheng landed, he took a step back, then half-crouched down. He raised his fist high and then slammed it into the ground.

Ji Yun and Miao Yue stepped away at the same time. Although they were not standing at the same place, the surprise and doubt in their eyes were exactly the same.

I saw that the stone-hard ground suddenly stirred up violent winds, and the wind swept everything clean like a roaring beast.

Compared with Mo Cheng's generosity, all the actions of Miao Yue and Ji Yun just now seemed like a child's play.

"If you use such little tricks to play with me, I'm afraid that in the end you won't even be able to touch me..." Mo Cheng stood up, his voice of disappointment just started, but in a second, his entire popularity was greatly reduced.

Change.

He was like the wind, but faster than the wind. In the blink of an eye, he struck like a black whip in front of the stunned Miao Yue. Miao Yue's round eyes were wide with shock, and she even sobbed. Ji Yun looked at it and shook her wrist.

, then threw a shuriken.

Mo Cheng felt something strange on his back, and he moved slightly to one side, but he did not let go of Miao Yue. With a casual sweep, Mo Cheng knocked Miao Yue flying out.

Ji Yun glanced at her quickly, and then continued to attack Mo Cheng without giving up. He crumpled the snow in the wind into a ball and threw it at him. When he got closer, he threw another shuriken to crush it.

The snowball exploded, and the exploding snowball covered Mo Cheng like a white mist.

At this time, Ji Yun quickly moved in, wanting to reach out and touch Mo Cheng's hat curtain.

But he didn't expect that he would only catch a handful of air in his hand.

He was startled and felt an extremely strong wind blowing toward his back. At this moment, he realized that he couldn't even figure out Mo Cheng's movement trajectory, let alone changing his moves to return the sword and block the back.

shelf.

Bang - As soon as Ji Yun turned around, she lost all weight and hit the ground. Then she slid for several meters before stopping.

He coughed violently several times, which refilled the air in his chest that had been squeezed out by the blow just now.

Mo Cheng's attacks on men are much more severe than those on women.

Mr. Liang above saw Ji Yun and Miao Yue losing so badly. His face was both ugly and worried. At the same time, he also had a deep taboo against Mo Cheng.

As for Mo Bian, one can imagine that his face was even uglier. Even Mo Xia's disciples were hung up and beaten like this. If their disciples ended up, they would probably end up even worse.

"E-Otherwise, let's, let's admit defeat..." the trembling old man's voice said.

"I also feel that Nan Yue and Chen Huanxian are not as good as Mo Xia's disciple Jing Da. If something happens in a while..." the old man said in a frightened voice.

"I think it's better to wait a little longer. The two of them seem to be holding steady. If we shout defeat for them now, it won't be good after all..." If we persist for a while, there may be a hesitant voice of a miracle.

Chen Baiqi, who didn't know that the group of old scholars above had been frightened by Mo Chengxiaoxiaolu's hand, saw a pause on the field and walked towards Ji Yun. Si Si was not a disciple in the competition, so she was in the competition.

She had to leave the stage at the beginning, leaving only her and Nan Yue.

When she saw that Chen Baiqi was no longer watching at the edge of the paddock but was about to enter the stone plate, Nanyue quickly rushed over to help her.

The burns on her body were not healed, and she would suffer if she bumped into them casually.

"Brother Ji, are you okay?" Chen Baiqi bent down and tried to help him up.

At this time, she didn't have much worry on her expression. She knew that Mo Cheng was careful in his actions. Although it hurt to look at it, it would not cause any damaging internal injuries.

Ji Yun shook his head. With Chen Baiqi's strength, he couldn't hold him down, and he still needed to slow down for the time being.

Seeing this, Chen Baiqi was about to stand up, but Ji Yun grabbed her wrist.

"Don't go."

Chen Baiqi was stunned when he heard this.

Ji Yun gasped and said again: "He...he never really made a move against us."

Chen Bai nodded, her eyes were clear, and she said warmly: "I saw it."

Ji Yun raised his eyes and saw that her expression was calm. Even after seeing their embarrassed and defeated state just now, she was not shaken in the slightest. He frowned, thinking that she didn't know how to be powerful at all. He said: "You are facing him in such a situation.

, even if he doesn’t be cruel, you still can’t stand it!”

Seeing that he really cared about her, Chen Baiqi felt quite relieved, but...she patted his hand and gently pulled it away.

"I'll do it carefully." She asked Nanyue to lend her hand, and they helped the person up together.

Nan Yue didn't want to help her opponent, but she was afraid that "Huan Xian" would try to force her and hurt her, so she endured her temper and helped Ji Yun stand up together.

Chen Baiqi saw that Ji Yun's condition was getting better, so he turned to look at Mo Cheng in front of him.

Mo Cheng seemed to be watching the mutual help between Mo Bian and Mo Xia's disciples with great interest. He glanced at Miao Yue who was ignored by no one, then looked at Ji Yun who was being helped up by Mo Bian's disciples, and finally turned his attention to

Chen Baiqi and Nanyue.

"Mo Xia's disciple seems to be unable to stand up. Where is Mo Bian, do you dare to give it a try?"

Mo Cheng's words almost made all the Mohists at the peak look ugly. His words not only provoked the disciples present, but also the leading Mohists of both Mo Xia and Mo Bian.

No one is in a good mood, except Chen Baiqi.

After all, she was just someone who was pulled in to make up the numbers, so her sense of belonging to the Mo family was just that.
To be continued...