The king of Hades who was hunted down by the system

Chapter 121 A Respectable Opponent

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!!"

After only three drum sounds, the two of them had already joined hands.

The monk used a stick, which can be said to be one inch long and one inch stronger. Before the handsome man got close, he had already swept away with one stick, and between advancing and retreating, he had already driven the man to a dead end.

Seeing that the handsome man was about to hide, he was entangled by him.This stick method is varied and has blocked all his escape routes.

In the end, he could only throw himself to the ground with his face on the ground under the blow of a stick. The defeat was simply ugly!
"Ah——I see that his palms are weak and weak. He didn't even hit anyone with one palm, so he lost his tricks! I don't know where his confidence comes from!"

Mo Rang nodded, "When there are too many people, it is inevitable that there will be people who make up their numbers. It is right to exclude some of them now."

The elder who acted as the referee indeed drove the handsome man out, and stood on the stage and said: "If there are still people who are cheating on the stage, please leave on your own!"

Later, a few people really left.

Afterwards, a few more came up, and the strength of the sword, knife, and spear was different, which made people dazzled.

Mo Rang sat leisurely under the stage, feeling a little bored in the eagerness to try.

Until a man in a black dress came to the stage, Mo Rang's leisure came to an end.

On the ring stage, the elder with a gray beard said: "Please draw the hero who has a clean character to compete on the stage!"

He just finished speaking.I saw a man in black clothes jumping down directly, his lightness is like a duckweed in floating water, and his posture is as vigorous as a civet cat. The people below can't help but praise his lightness!

Mo Rang looked up, only to see that this man was wearing a black dress, with a dark blue belt pinned around his waist, with short white hair, and silver white in the black hair, but his appearance was first-class handsome, with deep and deep eyes. The wise phoenix eyes can really be said to be heroic.

The other person who also got the long lottery is slightly inferior, and the points are higher in comparison.

The man had a timid and timid demeanor, and held a long sword in his hand. He was neither fish nor fowl, and when he saw the other party on the stage, he was already a little scared.

How can a person who is afraid of war survive in the rivers and lakes?

Mo Rang shook his head in his heart. Sure enough, the two people on the stage had just fought and the winner had been decided.

The man in black and strong clothes held a long spear in his hand, and his spear smashing technique was extremely strong and powerful!

Mo Rang looked at his big sealing and big splitting moves. They were big but not stupid, clever but not unreasonable, exquisite and practical, and both strong and soft.

Only such a Bending Spear Technique can directly capture the opponent.

Just listen to the drum sound of "dong".

"Hero Song, you can come down now."

The man in black and strong clothes did not come down, as if he had never heard of it, the corners of his lips curled up to look at Mo Rang in the audience.

"I want to fight this heroine. Please allow me."

The elder shook his head, "This is against the rules. Besides, he is a woman, so it would be true."

"Really? What we martial arts practitioners want is to follow the heart. The rules are set by people. Why can't we change them? Once you practice martial arts, only your opponents are left in the eyes of the martial arts practitioners. Among the people present, only those who can be my opponents Only him!"

Arrogant!

The knights under the ring were all furious by his speech.

Even Mo Rang felt that his pronunciation was really arrogant, but it also implied truth.

"Well said! Rules are made by people!"

He laughed and landed on the stage with lightness kung fu, which was extremely light, like a feather.

Mo Rang picked up his long sword. This sword was just an ordinary single sword. He bought it randomly in Taizhou City to hide his eyes from others.

Song Lin on the stage frowned when he saw him holding the knife.

"I thought you were punching."

"No, it's just that they are not worth my knife!"

Mo Rang said with a smile, really calm and unhurried.

Hearing that he was his respectable opponent, Song Lin curled his lips into a smile.

"Song Lin will definitely go all out for being so valued by the heroine!"

Mo Rang nodded, having met such a suitable opponent, he still wanted to see where the opponent's limit was, and did not intend to use ghost energy.

"Boom, boom!"

"Boom-!!!"

The servant who was beating the drum swallowed, and just as his subordinates put down the drumstick, they saw that the two were already fighting together.

Mo Rang used the Chongming method, and held a three-foot sword in his hand. The sword technique in one hand was brave and swift, and his wrist was flying like a flower.

Song Lin used a spear.

For things like guns, one should either not use them or use them to the extreme. Mediocre marksmanship is worse than using swords, but once used well, guns are absolutely deadly.

There is no doubt that the young man in front of him has used the spear to the extreme.

"clang--!"

There was a clever force on the tip of the spear, and when Mo Rang held the long knife to block it, there was a sudden roar, and the long knife was shaken.

Don't let your feet move. As the saying goes, "The gun is in the line, the gun is flat, and the gun is king. The middle point is the most difficult to defend." While his wrist was flying, he had blocked the middle point so that it was impenetrable.

There are continuous sword moves such as throwing, prodding, stabbing, slashing, cutting, etc. The people watching are dazzled. It wasn't until the last chest knife that people saw the power of his saber technique.

"bang, bang"

Only two landing sounds were heard. It turned out that the upper half of the long knife and the spear point both fell to the ground, making two crisp sounds on the ground.

Quiet, extremely quiet.

Only the breathing of people could be heard in the square.

Mo Rang threw down the remaining half of the knife and said, "Your marksmanship is very good."

"Your knife skills are also very good"

Looking at each other, Mo Rang felt a rare sense of sympathy for each other.

Song Lin said abruptly, "You have already developed your saber intent!"

"Yes, and I know, you have also developed a spear intent!"

The two looked at each other and smiled, not knowing what kind of monstrous waves were left in the hearts of the onlookers.

These two people seem to be of just a passing age, but both of them have cultivated their artistic conception.

A genius in the sky, a peerless evildoer.It doesn't matter how many words you use.

Lu Zhao's eyes dimmed slightly, but he regained his determination.

Song Lin looked at the tip of the gun on the ground, picked it up and put it away, "Your Excellency is so free and unrestrained. If you weren't a woman, I would really want to become brothers with you!"

"Ah"

The two left the stage separately, leaving a group of onlookers talking behind them.

If it was said that they were just watching a joke at the beginning, but now, they have admired the two of them from the bottom of their hearts, and only felt that the competition just now was very mysterious and enlightened a lot.

Facing countless surprised eyes, Mo Rang walked up to Liu Yun and sat down.

Ying Qingqing almost turned her small face into a smile, and looked at Mo Rang with admiration.

"Sister, can you teach me exercises?"

Mo Rang thought for a while, Qingqing was six years old this year, but she was born short and thin. Practicing martial arts now is not a bad thing, but I need to choose a book of internal skills for her, so I nodded. "Let Qingqing practice kung fu tonight, okay?"

"Thank you sister!"

Ying Qingqing grinned happily, her beautiful eyes sparkling.

(End of this chapter)