When he walked onto the stage, Mo Fan saw Jian Changkong opposite him and said with a smile: "When you get on the stage, you have to do something later. I'm a little excited."

Jian Changkong did not answer him, but looked at the audience outside the venue with a depressed expression. He found that they were all discussing Mofan, to be precise, discussing his cos server.

"It seems that I am more popular!" Mo Fan touched his nose, looked around the audience with a smile, and found where Qian Yuxi and the others were.

As he thought before, Qian Yuxi and Xiaoqi held LED light boards in their hands, which were particularly eye-catching in the vast audience.

"Sword Changkong!"

The word "Sword Changkong" sounded on the other side of the audience. Mo Fan's attention was facing there, and a middle-aged man and two young people were cheering for "Sword Changkong".

"What are they?" Mo Fan asked.

"Master and two senior brothers." Jian Changkong replied, a smile appeared on his face again, and it seemed that he felt that he had won a game in the comparison with Mo Fan.

Mo Fan shrugged and said nothing.

Shu Xiu came to the stage, explained the rules of the competition, and distributed them the golden light talisman to protect the body.

Mo Fan looked at the golden talisman in his hand. This was the third level of talisman. The lowest level was yellow, the second level was silver, and the fourth level was purple.

This was the second time he saw a golden talisman, and the first time was the talisman that the art practiced gave him.

According to the instructions of the Scholar, as long as the talisman is placed close to the body, the talisman will be automatically activated when there is a fatal threat or a fatal blow. Similarly, if activated, it means that the showdown will fail.

Put the talismans in place, Shu Xiu walked off the stage, and signaled that the competition began.

"Brother Mo, I'll use all my strength!" Jian Changkong said, his sword intent increased dramatically, Wufeng, he held the sword in both hands, his eyebrows and starry eyes, and his aura became stronger.

On the contrary, Mo Fan was not as fairy-like as the other party. He took out the purple gold stick casually and stood the stick on the ground without any extra movements, and looked at the other party quietly.

Jian Changkong: "..."

It was so embarrassing. Jian Changkong didn't expect that he had such an aura to start. Mo Fan responded like this, and he could not achieve the effect he wanted.

"I'm on!" Jian Changkong said with embarrassment, and then he began to enter the state.

Mo Fan still didn't move. He blinked. Jian Changkong, who was originally a few meters away, appeared in front of him in a ghostly way. His right sword swept across, as if he was about to cut his throat.

I have to say that Mo Fan had this experience for the first time. The feeling of sword force rubbing his throat was very exciting. He took a step back and then stabbed forward with a long stick, reaching the other party's abdomen.

This stab was a subconscious action, and it didn't use much force. Jian Changkong smiled disdainfully and said mockingly: "Are you at this level?"

The spiritual power was circulated onto the formation in the stick, and Mo Fan raised the corner of his mouth.

The inexplicable sixth sense made Jian Changkong feel danger. He quickly took a step back and found that the stick in the other party was carrying electricity again.

"No way?" Jian Changkong cried with a sad face. His two swords were metal. As long as they were touched by his stick, they would definitely be conductive.

Mo Fan laughed and said happily: "My formation is super durable, and it's okay to drive it with spiritual power for an hour. Brother Changkong, don't you want to fight? Use your full strength!"

Jian Changkong: "..."

"This is what you said." Jian Changkong said in a deep voice. It seemed that he had found a way to deal with it.

Putting away the two swords, Jian Changkong took out a wooden sword that he usually needed to practice swordsmanship, and he planned to use this to fight.

"Aren't you afraid of being beaten by me?" Mo Fan looked at the wooden sword on Jian Changkong's right hand and couldn't help asking.

"Don't worry, it's hard to get rid of it." Jian Changkong replied, looking very confident in his tone.

Mo Fan shrugged, turned off the lightning formation, and rushed forward to fight him.

One uses stick technique and the other uses sword technique.

Jian Changkong had never fought with Mo Fan. This time, he deeply realized the disgusting part of the cloak stick. Fighting usually depends on experience and other people's micro-movements to predict and counterattack. Mo Fan is better. Although each move looks ordinary, he has no idea that he takes action at the time and does not know where he will fight.

After being pressed and beaten for a long time, Jian Changkong finally regained his rhythm in this passive state.

Mo Fan had to admit that the opponent's swordsmanship was more powerful than Qian Yuxi. In this case, he could risk being beaten and maintain his own rhythm. No matter what, this was a breakthrough.

Mo Fan turned offensive to defend, and switched to a cloak stick to a Counter Rain Stick. No matter how superb the opponent's sword was, he would take as much as he came. With his way and return it to his body, he would recoil all the strength on the opponent's sword.

Jian Changkong gritted his teeth, and finally couldn't bear the pain in his forearm. He retreated repeatedly and distanced himself from the other party.

"Why don't you continue?" Mo Fan asked with a smile. Obviously, he felt very relaxed and not at all in the previous battle.

Jian Changkong looked at Mo Fan, shook his head and said, "Why are your moves so evil!"

He didn't know why the other party didn't use space talent, but since that's the case, he gave him another chance. If he couldn't get a advantage in melee combat, he would choose to fight far away.

Magic attack.

The sword Changkong circulated his spiritual power and injected it into the sword body. He slashed five sword energy in a row towards Mo Fan through the air. The white sword light quickly came to Mo Fan in half a breath.

Seeing that Mo Fan could not escape, and time was tight, he had to dance the stick with a stick flower, and combined with the use of spiritual power to form an effect similar to the effect of a protective cover.

"It's not bad! Keep going." Mo Fan said.

Jian Changkong did not speak, but jumped into the air, and the sword intent on his body increased to a higher level. His eyes became very sharp, just like the sword edge, and his temperament changed. If he was a little unlucky before, then now he is a arrogant and arrogant boss.

Jian Xin? Mo Fan couldn't help but feel ache when he saw the other party's change. Sure enough, they would all turn on buffs, and suddenly felt that his unparalleled mode had lost the price.

Jian Changkong raised his right hand and pointed the sword edge of the wooden sword at the sky. Somehow, the feeling of the wooden sword also changed, as if it contained all things in nature. The sword of nature may be said.

"Slash!" Jian Changkong spit out a word, and the wooden sword gently slashed down. Unlike the previous white, a green sword light of more than five meters long flew towards Mo Fan, neither anxious nor slow, nor seemed to worry about whether he would get the problem.

This feeling is very accurate. Mo Fan feels that no matter how much he hides, this sword light will follow him and slash at him.
Chapter completed!