My day!

Wang Lang jumped hard.

Mo Xiong's knife just wiped against Wang Lang's body. Although the knife did not touch Wang Lang's body, the wind brought by the knife directly tore off Wang Lang's shirt buttons.

There was a little cool in the crotch.

Wang Lang breathed a sigh of relief, and did not retreat and slashed at Mo Xiong with eighteen swords.

Mo Xiong, who had blocked the eighteen swords with brute force, was a little confused.

"Why are you doing the sword technique of my Kuang Dao Sect?" Mo Xiong stared at Wang Lang.

"Do you care about me!" Wang Lang choked back immediately. He couldn't suffer a verbal loss if he couldn't beat him.

Mo Xiong snorted coldly, raised the sword in his hand high, and slashed towards Wang Lang.

Wang Langyan Dragon Sword blocked and jumped directly to the edge of the ring with the help of the sword.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong, forgive me!" Wang Lang said loudly.

Mo Xiong still didn't react for a while, and this was a bit out of the script.

"Brother Mo, I sincerely apologize to you with extreme guilt. I was wrong." Wang Lang's face was full of sincerity.

"It's useless, come with your life!" Mo Xiong came with a knife when he didn't eat this.

Wang Lang took out his ears and held the knife in both hands. The two of them instantly intertwined each other.

After a tingling sound.

The two separated briefly. Wang Lang breathed rapidly, his chest was fluctuating violently, and he stared at Mo Xiong opposite him panting.

This old man is really a ruthless man, and Wang Lang's strength is also the best among the same age. Not to mention his age, Wang Lang's strength is at the forefront among everyone present, but Mo Xiong seems to have endless strength. After fighting for a long time, Wang Lang is already panting and has nothing to do. He is holding a knife in his hand and staring at Wang Lang quietly.

"I apologize to you, what else do you want to do?" Wang Lang stared at Mo Xiong and said.

"It is natural to kill someone. If the apology is useful, what should I do if the knife is used?" Mo Xiong's expressionless face and his expression was cold. The knife in his hand turned and rushed towards Wang Lang again.

The two figures were intertwined again, and everyone couldn't see what movements the two of them used, so they saw Mars splashing desperately among them.

Wang Lang was also quite fascinated. Mo Xiong was clearly holding an ordinary knife. To put it bluntly, it was just an iron film with a blade. It was hard to call him a knife. However, the dragon sword in Wang Lang's hand was always a matter of such an iron film in Mo Xiong's hand. He felt that this iron film was protected by a mysterious force and could not be cut off.

After a long time of hard work, Wang Lang and Mo Xiong kicked each other at the same time.

Wang Lang staggered back, and finally rolled and fell from the ring with a roll. Mo Xiong took a few steps back and forced the knife in his hand to hold it.

His face changed red and white, and Mo Xiong couldn't help but vomited blood.

The group of people on the rostrum were a little confused and didn't understand why Mo Xiong, who had the upper hand, vomited blood.

"One of Shaolin's unique skills, the powerful Vajra legs!" Mo Xiong crawled out from the cracks of his teeth one by one.

The dirty-faced Wang Lang climbed up with the ring, and his whole body seemed to be disbanded. If he had beaten a little more, Wang Lang would really not be able to hold on.

"You are old senior, so don't be unable to get along with me anymore, okay?" Wang Lang persuaded earnestly.

"Brother Mo, the enemy of killing relatives is irreconcilable. So many friends in the world are watching. As a senior, you have to set an example for the younger generations. Our world needs vitality and can't be dead anymore." Qifeng grabbed the microphone and said with a smile.

"Dry!"

Han Yin picked up the stool under his butt and smashed it at Qifeng, "Don't stop me, I'll fuck him to death!"

Mo Xiong wanted to move, but as soon as he moved, a stream of energy jumped randomly in his body, like an electric current leaping in his blood vessels. The feeling was very abstract, but it really existed.

"Two, I'll give you a face. This is the arena of the martial arts conference. What personal grudges do you have? You can resolve them in other places. Don't affect your business here?" Mei Bi said.

Wang Lang was almost moved to call Mei Bi father, and said something harsh, Wang Lang turned around and ran away, "Mo Xiong, wait for me, wait!"

Mo Xiong stood on the ring and stood still, "Okay, since he is the leader of the martial arts world, then I am also playing around, and I want to be the leader of the martial arts world. I heard that there are still millions of silver in a year, and I just don't have money to spend."

It was a little embarrassed all of a sudden. Cheng Yaojin came out halfway and no one expected that the original martial arts leader had been decided. Mo Xiong came and was disrupted all at once.

"Brother Mo, you are old, so let the doll in your forties or fifties do it." Qi Feng said.

Mo Xiong did not move, shook the iron film that had been cut in his hand, "What's wrong with me if I want to be the leader of the martial arts world? Who dares to fight me?"

Who dares to get on?

Take chicken feathers!

The Black Dragon King asked him to slap him in the face. There were a few of them present who could beat the Black Dragon King.

Wang Lang turned around, "Senior Mo, you did a pretty job! I support you!"

"Since that's the case, I'm playing with you." The smelly man who had called for a name to fight with Zhang Minghao stood up.

The man slowly walked towards the ring and fiddled with his hair.

A black and dirty face was exposed, and some parts of the hair and beard were felt. Only those eyes could tell that some of the white spots were visible on the whole face.

The dirty armor on his body can be used as armor, just like a blackened version of the armor warrior.

Two people stood in two corners of the ring.

The smelly man bent down and pulled down a foot-long wooden board from the ring.

Then he looked straight at Mo Xiong not far away, smiled slightly, revealing his white teeth, which was a bit too white.

"Mad Knife Sect, Mo Xiong, Mad Knife Eighteen Styles." The man pursed his lips, "Have you hidden your strength just now?"

"I always feel that you look familiar." Mo Xiong stared at the man opposite him.

The man casually raised the wooden board in his hand, "I'm not familiar with it."

Mo Xiong slashed wildly with a sword, and the man just took a slight step to the side. Mo Xiong's sword slashed next to the man as if he had deliberately gone around the man. Mo Xiong slashed with a slash.

However, the wooden board in the man's hand was a spiritual one, and he slapped it lightly.

The wooden boards and iron pieces actually sparked, which made many people almost glaring their eyes.

The two then started to play more and more, with their moves so tight that they could be extremely tight. If a sudden rain hit the ground, it would hit countless splashes.

Everyone was dazzled, as if they were enjoying a visual feast, and the special effects were considered a fancy. There was no special effects in this fight, just watch it.

Zhou Lanfeng stared at the dirty man and frowned involuntarily. Song Buwen, who was not far away, had his eyes that had never been blown into the water of a stone, suddenly rippled countless ripples.

Zheliu in the audience in the distance stood up involuntarily, her confused eyes were completely awake, her eyes were wet, and her expression was excited.
Chapter completed!