Fighting the Martial Universe

Yu Weiyang's words made him a lot higher in everyone's minds.

If Yu Weiyang really can hold on for a hundred rounds in front of the real body of the fighting spirit, how terrifying is that?

Everyone can't imagine!

Mu Xiaoman continued to ask: "Zhang Mofan, how? Can it be done? If you can't do it, I won't force you. You can also sit down and continue to watch our wedding ceremony."

Zhang Mofan shook his head, and said calmly: "I can't hold on to a hundred rounds in front of the real body of the fighting spirit."

"Zhang Mofan, what else are you talking about? Let's step back quickly."

Sheng Luo sneered on the side.

Zhang Mofan is indeed very powerful. They think they are not opponents. However, Yu Weiyang is even more terrifying. He is a genius disciple of the political strategist. Mu Xiaoman agreed to marry him, probably because of his talent.

"This Zhang Mofan is still a bit self-aware. One hundred rounds? How to persist? Even a weaker Great Sage Tier 1 martial artist may not be able to do it."

"This Zhang Mofan, in the end, is still humiliating himself."

....

Everyone sneered.

As for Yu Weiyang, the corners of his mouth also raised an arc, and it was impossible for the warriors of Zhou Yuanjie to do this.

"Zhang Mofan, since you can't do it, then you have not fulfilled the third condition I put forward. Haiwang, go to the banquet and sit down."

Mu Xiaoman said very politely, he was relieved in his heart, and finally settled the matter.

However, Zhang Mofan still did not move, but stood quietly in front of Zhang Mofan.

Mu Anzhou furrowed his brows, and said in a heavy tone: "Please go to the banquet and sit down."

Zhang Mofan glanced at Mu Anzhou, and then said: "I haven't finished what I said just now. I really can't do it for a hundred rounds, because within a few rounds, the battle is over."

"The battle is over?"

Mu Anzhou was stunned, and said, "What do you mean by this?"

"What he meant was that he was defeated in ten rounds, and naturally persisted for less than a hundred rounds."

"Hahahaha, I'm so ridiculous, Zhang Mofan, you are the number one in Tianjiao's holy war anyway, are you so unconfident?"

"Use the body of a saint to compete against the real body of the fighting spirit, and it is the first-order soul fighting body of the great sage, even if it is the first in the Tianjiao holy war, it is difficult to do it."

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Many geniuses onlookers smiled unscrupulously.

Zhang Mofan didn't bother to explain to them, but said: "I won't say much nonsense. How many rounds can be held, let's just fight."

Only in actual combat can these gang of geniuses who have fallen into trouble shut their mouths obediently.

"Mu Shan, go up and have a few tricks with Zhang Mofan."

Mu Anzhou said to a guard beside him.

"Yes!"

The guard nodded and flew directly into the air, directly urging the fighting spirit to come, turning into a huge flame phoenix.

The colored glaze body of the flame phoenix was crimson, with some purple on the head, and it was three feet long.

As soon as the flame phoenix descended, the entire space became hot.

Although the Huoyanfeng Clan is not a god-level fighting spirit, it has reached the level of a peerless level.

"Zhang Mofan, come up for a fight."

Mu Shan was at the head of the Huo Yanfeng Clan, and he gave a loud shout. With the sound of the knife passing, Huo Yanfeng also burst out with a long roar, with an astonishing aura.

When this fighting spirit appeared, many saints felt a sense of oppression.

This kind of oppression almost made them breathless, let alone fighting with them, the conditions that Mu Xiaoman proposed could not be fulfilled at all.

Zhang Mofan looked up at the Huo Yanfeng in the air, holding the Demon Saint Slaughter Demon Halberd in his hand, and then he jumped up and appeared in front of Huo Yanfeng, saying: "Your patriarch elected you, you are really unlucky."

"What do you mean by this?"

Mu Shan asked.

Will he be unlucky? In his opinion, this is his opportunity to express himself, and to express himself in front of many powerful patriarchs.

call out!

Zhang Mofan didn't speak, the twin fighting spirits came out, and then the figure charged, the demon saint slaughter and the halberd suddenly bombarded Mu Shan.

Mu Shan looked at Zhang Mofan so imposingly that he actually wanted to take the initiative to attack him. He was immediately furious and suddenly flapped his wings and blasted Zhang Mofan's weapon.

bump!

The wings of Demon Saint Slaughter Demon Halberd and Huo Yanfeng collided with each other, causing a fierce concussion in the void, and Zhang Mofan's whole person was directly fanned.

When everyone saw this scene, they all sneered. This Zhang Mofan is too unsure of what is good or bad.

boom!

Huo Yanfeng slapped Zhang Mofan into the air, flapping his wings continuously, and directly condensed a huge fireball in front of him, and blasted Zhang Mofan fiercely.

The corner of Zhang Mofan's mouth raised an arc, and the eight-door Dunjia opened directly to the four-door, boosting his speed to the extreme, and instantly dodged the fierce fireball, with the final halberd assassinating Mu Shan again.

During the assassination, the five figures split out, and they all merged into the Demon Saint Slaughter Demon Halberd.

Mu Shan's face changed drastically, looking at Zhang Mofan's offensive, even if he was protected by the soul of fighting, he felt a little dangerous.

He waved Huo Yanfeng's wings again, trying to resist.

Zhang Mofan directly urged the freezing of the profound meaning of the four seasons of reincarnation, although he failed to completely freeze the fire flame, it also slowed its speed a lot.

In the end, Zhang Mofan stabbed Huo Yanfeng's body with a halberd, and shook him back.

When everyone saw this scene, they were all shocked.

"This? How is this possible? Zhang Mofan actually used the strength of the saint to repel the real body of the fighting spirit."

"What if it is repelled? I am afraid that his halberd has exhausted all his holy power."

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However, before everyone was finished discussing, Zhang Mofan took advantage of Huo Yanfeng's exploding retreat, and instantly appeared behind Huo Yanfeng, and slammed it with a halberd.

This halberd assassinated ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ On the surface of the demon saint slaughter the demon halberd, ten phantoms of myriad demon treasures flashed continuously, erupting powerful power.

boom!

The jifeng bombarded Huo Yanfeng's back, and everyone immediately saw that the Huo Yanfeng's body was directly shattered and dissipated into fragments. Finally, Mushan fell from the air and spouted a few frantically. Blood.

In this scene, the whole scene became silent, lasting a few breaths, and causing a violent sensation.

"Mu Shan's real body of fighting spirit was directly broken."

"This? Am I wrong?"

"Three rounds, the battle ended in just three rounds. Zhang Mofan broke the real body of the fighting spirit with his powerful strength. No wonder he said that he didn't need a hundred rounds. It was not that he could not hold on to a hundred rounds, but Mu Shan insisted. Not a hundred rounds."

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All of them stared at Zhang Mofan with a shocked expression.