After eating and drinking, the two of them had nothing to do, so they planned to compete.

Qian Yuxi used a sword, while Mo Fan used a stick, and agreed to use no tricks or spiritual power, simply compete for the use of weapons.

The two of them were five meters away. Qian Yuxi held the Snow Sword in his right hand and held it behind him with his left hand. His sword pointed at Mo Fan, and a unique aura of practicing swords for many years emerged.

On the other hand, Mo Fan only took half a year to get involved in stick techniques and did not have that unique momentum. However, because he had been comprehending and studying "Soldier Soul" for a long time, although he did not achieve a small success, just getting started will give him a lot of gains.

He danced a stick flower, and the long stick was in his hand like a part of himself, controlling it as he wanted.

"Come on!" Mo Fan said to Qian Yuxi and rushed towards the other party.

The Great Sage Stick Master attacks. There is a saying that goes, the best defense is attack. If you can’t fight the opponent, you don’t need defense.

Mo Fan quickly rushed to Qian Yuxi with a ghost, and first smashed it forward with a stick. Qian Yuxi stabbed it with a sword, without causing any damage.

Mo Fan used the force to pull the stick back, with his waist as the axis, and his legs were accumulating strength. After retracting the stick, he stabbed it forward suddenly. The stabbing was extremely fierce. Seeing that the situation was not good, Qian Yuxi frowned slightly and did not dare to catch it with his sword, so he had to retreat and avoid the attack.

There is no specific structure for cloak sticks. It mainly focuses on a feeling. Finding one's own rules in the sticks will make the other party unable to resist and catch them off guard. It can be said that there is no move, and there is no move.

Qian Yuxi couldn't see Mo Fan's routine with a few sticks on his face. Although he was not pressing against the stick, he couldn't guess what he would do next. Sometimes, even though he was better to sweep the lower plate, he smashed it forward with one stick, which caught him off guard.

Qian Yuxi felt that he would be hit sooner or later when he was pressed and beaten, so he quickly took a few steps back, stretched the distance, and gave himself some chance to breathe.

"Huh! It's so good!" Mo Fan put the stick upright and inserted it into the soil, and a little sweat broke out on his forehead. This was the first time he used the cloak stick to the extreme.

Qian Yuxi escaped from Mo Fan's fierce attack and recovered her condition and pointed her sword at Mo Fan. This time, she gained the advantage of the main attack.

The two of them went back and forth, Qian Yuxi kept piercing, and Mo Fan used a stick to resist. Although Qian Yuxi's attack did not seem fierce, the sword was approaching the vital points, and it was linked together, pressing step by step, which made Mo Fan only retreat and resist.

Although the two have different offensive styles, Mo Fan is like a fierce and fierce force in the sky and the earth is broken, while Qian Yuxi is like an endless ocean, which seems to be without any waves, but in fact it is turbulent and has hidden murderous intent. However, as long as the two have the advantage, the momentum of moving forward is the same.

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The two fought for nearly half an hour, and they fought back and forth in total, fighting back and forth, attacking and defending each other.

finally……

The quick success could not withstand the sword intent that had been trained for a long time. Qian Yuxi pierced Mo Fan's defense with his own understanding of the sword. The tip of the sword pressed against his throat. As long as he went a few millimeters ahead, he could pierce the skin and see blood.

The two put away their weapons, Qian Yuxi's eyes smiled into a crescent shape, and said, "I can finally beat you in one aspect!"

Mo Fan scratched his head, not knowing how to say ok.

"It's still a long time before the end!" Qian Yuxi said, "I just fought with you, and that last sword made me feel something. I want to practice first!"

"Well, then you go, I will protect the Dharma for you." Mo Fan touched his nose. After all, he lost a game. He planned to start a League of Legends to kill all sides to relieve his displeasure.

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There are only a few minutes left after entering the secret realm 72 hours. Mo Fan and Qian Yuxi have finished what they are doing and quietly wait for the space power in their bodies to automatically activate.

"Yu Xi, after the knockout round, is it just an ordinary one-on-one promotion match?" Mo Fan asked.

"I'm not sure." Qian Yuxi shook his head, "If it were the previous martial arts association, that would be the case, but since this session was held in cooperation with the country, I don't know if it will be changed."

When he heard Qian Yuxi say this, Mo Fan thought of the cultivation academy that had not been opened, and he was a little excited and said, "I didn't expect that I could usher in the era of spiritual energy revival, tsk tsk."

"Yes, things in the world are unpredictable!" Qian Yuxi also said, after all, they are all young people. When she thought of her sudden walking at the forefront of a large number of peers, she couldn't help but feel joy in her heart. She said, "The future will be the Gaowu era! I wonder if there will be anything more interesting, such as... aliens?"

Mo Fan smiled: "This is really possible!"

After chatting for a while, 72 hours arrived, a white light flashed on the bodies of the two, covering their bodies and fading away again, their figures disappeared in the secret realm.

His eyes were dazed for a moment. When Mo Fan opened his eyes again, he returned to the fighting arena of the Martial Arts Association. In addition to Qian Yuxi, Jian Changkong was also there. However, looking at his somewhat ragged clothes and the two swords in his hand, he might still be fighting with others in the secret realm.

Seeing that Jian Changkong returned to the martial arts temple, he breathed a sigh of relief easily, put away the sword, and sat on the ground to rest.

"I said, Brother Changkong, what's wrong with you?" Mo Fan asked.

Jian Changkong took a few Qi and Blood Pills and recovered some physical strength. He stood up and smiled bitterly and said, "Don't mention it. My unlucky fortune was about to end, but he was intercepted. A person with similar strength to me sneaked up on me. I have been fighting with him for a long time. Fortunately, I am not weak and he didn't get a bracelet."

"Tsk tsk, then congratulations." Mo Fan said, looking behind Jian Changkong, a handsome man in purple walked towards him.

"Brother Changkong, is the man who just fought with you wearing purple clothes, looks a bit handsome, and his weapon is a thick sword with a slightly wide shape?" Mo Fan asked.

"Huh? How did you know?" Jian Changkong asked with a glaring look. After saying that, he noticed a pair of eyes staring at him from behind and quickly turned around.

"It's you!" Jian Changkong quickly pulled out his sword and pointed it at him, "Why? I still want to fight when I get here?"

"What's your name?" The man in purple looked at Jian Changkong and asked in a cold tone.

Jian Changkong also snorted and said, "The Taoist name Jian Changkong, what advice do you have?"

"Sword Changkong?" The purple-clothed man narrowed his eyes and turned around and left. He said as he walked: "Yehui, I will not let you escape again when I see you in the martial arts temple next time!"

Ye Hui, the name of the man in purple, Mo Fan thought to himself, this name is so angry that gay is in gay, good mother...
Chapter completed!