Everyone has a golden finger, and I can copy

Twenty supreme beings surrounded Mo Nan in the narrow corridor.

Because Mo Nan's speed was too fast, everyone didn't notice it for a while, and in an instant, two figures flew out backwards.

What a fast speed!

Everyone was shocked in an instant, and the next moment, a divine thought exploded in everyone's ears:

"Form a formation!"

The two groups of people coming from the left and right formed a strange formation in an instant.

Is this, a military formation?

Although he had heard of it before, it was the first time that Mo Nan saw this thing.

It is said that it can enhance the overall combat power of one's side. If the soul of the military formation can be formed, the enhancement will be even greater, and it can also suppress the opponent's strength.

Really well prepared.

Mo Nan's voice was as fast as lightning. Under the acceleration of time, Mo Nan's speed was terrifying. Before everyone could react, he rushed into the crowd in front.

However, when Mo Nan rushed into the crowd, he found that his speed was suppressed and began to slow down a little.

"Oh? Is this the military formation? It's really a bit magical."

Not only the speed, Mo Nan even felt that his strength was suppressed, but that was all. For Mo Nan, these were almost negligible.

But then again, even the things that dozens of fields just now failed to do were actually done by such a simple military formation. The power of the military formation can be seen from this.

The long sword swung out, shaking off the two weapons stabbing from behind. Mo Nan didn't even look back, and the long sword cut through the air again, cutting the two people in front of him.

The strange and beautiful steps were taken, like a dancer who was good at dancing with long sleeves. He was the focus of the whole audience. However, all the guests in the hall were salivating over him. Countless salty hands came from all directions, but they were all easily and elegantly avoided by the dancer, and no one succeeded.

In an instant, Mo Nan's figure rushed out from the crowd on the other side, and the two groups of people who had surrounded him gathered together at this moment, forming another formation.

Standing opposite each other, fighting against the many with the few.

Mo Nan shouted in his heart: Cavalry Company, attack!

Mo Nan met with the twenty supremes again, and the powerful auras collided again, and the terrifying aura evaporated all the air around.

But that was all. The destructive power of the warriors seemed to be greatly limited here. Otherwise, the moment Mo Nan made a move, the building would be reduced to dust.

However, the destructive power was limited, but it did not affect the battle at all.

A moment later, Mo Nan rushed out from the other side of the army again.

Mo Nan was a little surprised in his heart, and looked at his left cuff, where a piece of cuff was missing.

Mo Nan was wearing an ancient long gown, and did not tie the cuffs with sleeve ropes, so the cuffs were slightly wide, and therefore, in this round, a piece of Mo Nan's cuffs was cut off.

According to the regular competition, this is already considered an injury and a wound.

He thought it was interesting, and rushed into the crowd again.

In the next few breaths, Mo Nan had fought ten rounds with the crowd.

Every time Mo Nan shuttled, he collided with everyone intentionally or unintentionally.

Therefore, at this moment, some marks have been stacked.

One hit to kill!

At this time, Mo Nan's clothes were messy and he had some minor injuries, but for Mo Nan who possessed the [Law of Life], it was nothing at all. He recovered in an instant. Except for the messy clothes, there was nothing unusual.

Next, it was harvest time, and Mo Nan's mouth curled up.

It started, the hunting time.

Once again rushed towards the crowd.

...

In the elegantly decorated study, Nangong Mingyue put down a pair of snow-white and slender jade legs from the desk, and the soft cheongsam once again covered a large area of ​​snow-white, leaving only the spring scenery, which aroused people's reverie.

Seeing Mo Nan injured, the corners of her mouth curled up: "It seems that it is still useful, but it would be better if there were 20 more people."

To be honest, from the moment Mo Nan stepped into the corridor, every step and every link was arranged by her before.

Each of these links could have killed Mo Nan completely, but Mo Nan resolved them one by one, without even getting injured, and the whole process was calm and relaxed.

For some reason, when she saw the smile on Mo Nan's mouth from time to time, she hated it so much that her teeth itched. She felt that it was a provocation from Mo Nan to her.

Until now, Mo Nan was finally injured. Although he recovered quickly, it also gave her a sense of victory.

If it weren't for the limited cards in her hand, if she arranged more people in this stage, then she would have the confidence to make Mo Nan fail here..

Although some of the twenty people on her side were also injured, they were all lightly injured, not much different from Mo Nan.

Moreover, they could take turns to let one or two people withdraw so as to heal their wounds. If this continued, Mo Nan would definitely be defeated in the end.

Thinking of this, she leaned forward and placed the huge wave on the desk, staring at the screen in front of her.

I don’t know whether it was because she was about to see her carefully designed plan to kill Mo Nan here, or because she finally found a support for the huge "burden", Nangong Mingyue suddenly felt much more relaxed physically and mentally, and a beautiful smile appeared on her face.

However, the next moment, the bright smile that had just appeared on her face froze on her brighter face, and the corners of her rosy mouth opened slightly, as if an egg could be stuffed in just right, which was extremely tempting.

Her beautiful eyes widened, and she murmured in disbelief: "How is this possible?"

On the screen in front of her, Mo Nan rushed into the crowd for the eleventh time. The imagined scene of mutual collision and separation did not appear.

Instead, it became a one-sided massacre!

Mo Nan raised his sword and fell, and the supremes were like vulnerable watermelons, some exploded, some fell to the ground, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, and no one was his opponent.

In an instant, only one person was left in the team of more than 20 people, flying backwards and barely standing.

Nangong Mingyue's heart trembled, and she fell into a long silence. At this moment, she seemed to have suffered some kind of blow, and her spirit was a little sluggish.

Is the plan really useless?

Nangong Mingyue leaned back, letting the amazing waves slide off the table, swaying and shaking in the air, drawing a beautiful arc.

Nangong Mingyue closed her eyes slightly, and when she opened them again, confidence and brilliance reappeared in her eyes.

"No, it's not over yet, I haven't lost yet!"

She put her five slender fingers together, as if to cheer herself up, and her beautiful eyes were once again on the screen.