"In the semi-finals, Mo Yan will fight for me for my sake, even if he is extremely reluctant, because he must get the first place in the Five Nations Youth Martial Arts Competition, and only in this way can he be qualified to challenge Gu Zheng The king put forward a condition, please use the Jichen Empire's royal miraculous doctor to heal the burns on my face," Mo Chuxue said helplessly.
"What do you want me to do, girl?"
Yunfeng asked, but he looked at Mo Yan differently in his heart.
He didn't expect that Mo Yan would be so infatuated.
But he was also happy for Mo Yan from the bottom of his heart, because the woman Mo Yan loved deeply also loved and cared about him.
Yunfeng believed that this was enough for Mo Yan.
"This is the flaw in Mo Yan's Tianlang swordsmanship.
I have recorded it all on paper.
I hope you will memorize it tonight."
Mo Chuxue casually flicked his right hand towards Yunfeng, and an envelope flew over in the air.
Yunfeng raised his hand.
He took it in his hand.
Yunfeng looked at Mo Chuxue with great confusion, and said slightly sullenly: "Can you tell me why you did this?"
"All I ask is that when you fight Mo Yan tomorrow, please end the duel between the two of you as quickly as possible and don't let him use the Sword Sacrifice Technique.
Because every time he uses this technique, the five internal organs in his body will It will be another trauma, I don't want him to suffer that inhuman suffering because of me," Mo Chuxue said helplessly, her already hoarse voice even more desolate.
"Don't worry, Miss Mo.
No matter what, I won't let Mo Yan use the Sacrifice Sword Art tomorrow, whether it's for myself or you and Mo Yan."
Yunfeng said with firm eyes.
Only now did he finally understand why Mo Chuxue sent Mo Yan to He told himself the flaws in Tianlang's sword technique in the hope that he could defeat Mo Yan in a short time and prevent him from having the chance to use the extremely overbearing Sword Sacrifice Technique.
"Thank you very much, Chuxue.
I won't bother you any more.
Take my leave."
After Mo Chuxue said that, she turned around and walked out of the inn.
Before Mo Chuxue took ten steps, she turned around again, looked at Yunfeng who was standing motionless in the courtyard and said loudly: "Master Ling, is it possible that only Master Ling knows the flaw in Tianlang's swordsmanship?"
"Don't worry, Miss Mo.
There will never be another person in the world who knows the flaws in Tianlang's swordsmanship.
Yunfeng guarantees it with a head on his neck," Yunfeng said sternly.
"Thank you."
Mo Chuxue bowed slightly to Yunfeng, turned around and walked quickly outside the inn.
"What a wonderful girl, but what a pity is her face."
An old voice sounded in the courtyard, and the helplessness was evident in the words of pity.
Yunfeng looked up at the sky.
The bright moon in the sky was shining brightly with stars, but Yunfeng felt extremely depressed in his heart.
Yunfeng said loudly: "Senior, can you see that girl off for me?
It's not convenient for me to go out."
"Well, since this girl has such a good character, I am willing to go there," the old man said seriously.
A bottle of fine wine sealed with red clay flew quickly towards the looming old man.
Yunfeng could only be heard saying loudly: "Jichen Empire's fine wine."
As soon as Yunfeng finished speaking, his figure had disappeared into the backyard.
In the vast night.
"You brat, I'm going voluntarily, no need."
The old man took the wine bottle flying from the sky and was about to argue with Yunfeng, but Yunfeng was nowhere to be found.
The old man shrugged helplessly, put the mouth of the wine bottle to his nose and took a deep breath.
He said with satisfaction and excitement: "Good wine, he is worthy of being the future prince-in-law of my Shenlong Empire.
He is generous in his actions."
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After the old man said that, he quickly put the wine bottle in his hand into the space ring.
His body shook slightly and then slowly disappeared from the place.
The March morning in the Jichen Empire was extremely cool, and the entire Qifeng City was shrouded in a gauze-like mist.
Looking from a height, it looked like a huge castle hidden in the mist.
Although the temperature in the early morning was a bit cool, the Xudo warriors under the Shenfeng Nirvana High Platform had already arrived at the bottom of the high platform early.
They each sat on the stone chairs under the high platform, waiting for the first match of today's rematch. , the cold-faced demon versus the patron saint.
The battle between Yun Feng and Leng Yan a few days ago was thrilling for many warriors.
They have reason to believe that today's battle between Yun Feng and Mo Yan will also be a fierce battle.
The referee Xuanyuan Hao stood up slowly, looked around at the high platform of all the warriors in the audience and said: "Everyone, after dozens of days of unremitting efforts by young warriors from all over the world, hundreds of young warriors from the five countries have successfully passed the elimination.
Cold, preliminary competition will start from today.
The rematch of this competition will be held here.
The rematch will produce dozens of young warriors who are qualified to enter the semi-finals.
Now I announce that the first competition of the day will be between Mo Yan, the patron saint of Mojiazhuang of the Dark Moon Empire.
Chen Empire Yushan Swallow Gate Cold-faced Demon God Yunfeng" As the emcee shouted, all the warriors in the audience immediately started to stir, and bursts of abnormal excitement flashed in everyone's eyes.
They had long heard that Patron Saint Mo Yan's Sirius sword technique was cunning, sharp and domineering, but Until now, few people in the audience have seen Mo Yan actually take action.
The warriors also have great expectations for the decisive battle between Yun Feng and Mo Yan.
"Brother Yunfeng, even though I don't want to, you and I are still on opposite sides of this martial arts platform.
It seems that even if you and I try our best to avoid it, we still have to decide the winner today. ."
Mo Yan looked at Yunfeng and said helplessly.
"I don't want to either, but now that you are here, I will give it a try," Yunfeng said seriously.
"Okay" Mo Yan responded loudly.
I saw Yunfeng slowly taking out an envelope with a red wax seal that had never been opened, flicking it casually and shooting the envelope towards Mo Yan, who was not far away.
Mo Yan took the envelope flying from the sky, glanced at Yunfeng in confusion, slowly tore open the envelope in his hand, and casually took out the letter paper.
When Mo Yan saw the content on the letter paper, his face turned slightly.
Once changed, but then restored to the same state.
"Yunfeng guarantees with his personality that no one has seen the contents of this envelope since it came to me last night and then to Brother Mo."
Yunfeng said sternly.
"Thank you, Yunfeng, for letting me, Mo Yan, know what a confidant is.
And I can tell you responsibly.
Fortunately, you didn't read the content above, because although these are the flaws in my Sirius swordsmanship, But as early as a year ago, these flaws It no longer exists."
Mo Yan said sternly.
He did not lie to Yunfeng.
His Heavenly Wolf Sword Technique had reached the point where it had no flaws more than a year ago.
If he had to say that it had flaws, That is because he is still too young and his cultivation is not advanced enough.
He was unable to fully unleash the monstrous power contained in his domineering and extraordinary Sirius swordsmanship.
Yunfeng nodded gently.
He believed Mo Yan's words because Mo Yan had no need to deceive him.
Yunfeng said loudly: "I, Yunfeng, don't have many friends.
Today I can meet a friend with such extraordinary skills as Brother Mo." , I can’t even ask for it.”
"Mo Yan also feels this way in his heart," Mo Yan said loudly.
"Mo Yan, I understand what you want in your heart.
No matter whether you or I win or lose today, I will persuade His Majesty to ask the living dead to heal the wounds on Miss Chuxue's face," Yunfeng said softly.
"Thank you," Mo Yan looked at Yun Feng gratefully and said.
He could tell from Yun Feng's words that Yun Feng was not joking with him.
"How about you and I fight with all our strength today?"
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Yunfeng said with firm eyes.
He drew his right hand back and the Wandering Dragon Sword was already in his hand.
"That's what I meant," Mo Yan said seriously.
He twitched his right hand and the slender snow sword was instantly unsheathed.
"please" "please" The two shouted at the same time.
After saying that, they each slowly took five steps back.
However, they saw that they were not in a hurry to take action, but slowly closed their eyes and stood on the high platform of the square with a peaceful expression. above.
The strange behavior of Yun Feng and Mo Yan made many young masters in the audience.
Even some low-level sword masters could not understand what Yun Feng and Mo Yan were doing.
The five judges on the "Invisible Soul Fighting" referee bench exclaimed in surprise almost at the same time.
They couldn't believe how Yunfeng and Mo Yan, who were not as good as the Sword Emperor, knew such a superb skill.
You must know that fighting with souls is not something that ordinary warriors can do, and even sword masters below the fifth level may not be able to do it.
The so-called "spiritual battle" means that warriors fight with their spiritual consciousness and use their thoughts to stimulate their spiritual consciousness to engage in a psychological duel in a specific environment.
If they can win one and a half moves from the opponent during the spiritual battle, , the victor's high momentum will make the opponent restrained in every aspect in the subsequent martial arts competition.
As time went by, Yun Feng and Mo Yan's expressions gradually changed from relaxed and casual at first to frowning.
Just from the ferocious expressions on their faces, it was not difficult to tell that they were at this moment.
The battle has come to a critical point.
"Bang" "Bang" Yun Feng and Mo Yan's bodies shook almost at the same time.
They took two steps back slightly at the same time.
A look of excitement flashed on their slightly pale faces.
Their "spiritual struggle" was actually a comparison.
There is an equal score, but no winner or loser
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