Fighting the Martial Universe

　　 The monument is very huge, three feet high, two feet wide, and the whole body is gray. There are many bucket patterns on the back.

　　 I don't know which Douwen master had engraved so many Douwen on a stone tablet.

　　The sky stele stands in the center of the attic. Many warriors are already on the front side of the stele. They retreat to ten feet away to give some space to those warriors who try to leave a name.

On the front of the 　　 sky stele, in the center, a huge name is carved, which is "Mo Cang".

　　 The two striking words represent absolute glory!

　　 As for several other complete names, such as Blood Boy, the font is much smaller.

　　 It can be said that the two words "Mo Cang" are just like the king on the sky tablet, ignoring the crowd and ignoring everything.

　　Many warriors, one by one, took out their weapons and kept carving on the monument.

　　 However, their weapons are outlined on the monument, but it is difficult to leave a trace.

　　Many warriors failed to try and quit.

　　 The stone monument is like an indestructible shield, let alone leave words on it, it is difficult to leave a trace.

At this time, Zhang Mofan and his party also arrived. Zhao Yun forced him to walk to the front of the monument and vowed: "Mu Ge, I will let you know that I lost to Young Master Blood, not because I was too weak, but because I didn't have him. Gao, I can also leave a surname on the monument."

　　 Just now, he lost face in front of everyone. This time, he naturally wanted to use his name to defend his dignity.

　　 After finishing speaking, he sacrificed a long sword, urged his true essence, and assassinated it on the sky stele with a single sword, directly stabbing it in.

　　 However, he found that it was extremely difficult for him to move the long sword.

　　 He urged the True Essence crazily, and the dark-attribute fighting pattern began to take effect. The sword's edge was actually corrosive, and the surface of the monument was also corroded that day.

　　 "Hahaha, it's great. This dark attribute fighting pattern is really powerful. It can even corrode this monument. I can not only leave my surname, but also my full name."

　　 Zhao Yunqiang's heart is also extremely excited, once he can leave his full name, he will be able to wash away all the humiliation before.

　　If his weapon imprint is not a dark-attribute fighting pattern, it is absolutely difficult for him to leave a stroke.

　　 "Zhang Mofan, let you humiliate me, wait and see. When I leave my full name on the monument, it will definitely make a sensation in Yanling City."

　　 Zhao Yunqiang thought in his heart, constantly sketching and drawing, all with ease.

　　 "This is Zhao Yunqiang. He sketched the words so easily? He has sketched a few drawings."

　　 Many onlookers were shocked.

　　Other warriors, every time they draw a picture, it is very difficult, but Zhao Yunqiang is so easy.

　　 "Zhao Yunqiang, this kid, constantly poured true essence into the bucket pattern, exposing the power of the bucket pattern. I dare to pack a ticket. This weapon will soon be corroded, and it will break directly."

　　 Baye said.

　　 Generally, the limit that Fanbao weapons can withstand is the second-order fighting pattern, and moreover, the fighting pattern of the same attribute.

　　 Inscribed with the third-order bucket pattern, it must be unbearable!

　　 Now, Zhao Yunqiang imprinted a second-order advanced dark attribute fighting pattern on a wood attribute weapon, absolutely seeking death.

　　 "His weapon has cracked."

　　 Zhang Mofan mastered the fighting pattern technique, and he knew this common sense very well.

　　 Sure enough, when Zhao Yunqiang vowed to outline the third painting, his Fanbao Longsword finally couldn't bear the corrosiveness and began to crack.

　　 Click!

　　 With the infusion of true essence, the weapon finally couldn't bear it, and it broke directly.

　　 "This? What is going on?"

　　 Zhao Yunqiang saw that his weapon was broken, his eyes were panicked, and then he roared: "No, I'm about to leave a last name, why is it broken?"

　　 He was not reconciled in his heart. He originally thought that he could wash away all humiliation, but found that everything was delusional.

　　 His weapon, as the Eighth Master said, broke.

　　 At this time, Li Muhua stepped forward and comforted: "Zhao Yunqiang, you don't have to be depressed, but you have failed. You have already outlined three paintings, not to mention that you are only at the Eighth Stage of Bigu."

　　 "Yes, I'm only at the Biguk Stage Eightfold. As long as I don't reach the True Qi Stage, I can keep trying."

　　 Zhao Yunqiang also tried to comfort himself, nodded, and stepped aside.

　　 Li Muhua also went up to try, but failed to leave a surname.

　　 "Zhang Mofan, it's your turn, don't embarrass me."

　　 At this time, Ba Ye called out.

　　 Zhang Mofan squinted at Ba Ye, and saw Ba Ye's whole body shrinking to the side, and then slowly walked up.

　　 His appearance caused a huge sensation, because many people at the scene recognized him.

　　 "Isn't he the kid who just fought the blood boy?"

　　 "This kid actually came to leave his name on the monument, I'm afraid he can't even keep a surname."

　　 "What? Did he fight the blood boy? When did it happen? What is his realm? Dare to fight the blood boy? But the blood boy left his full name on the monument."

　　 Many people talked about it.

　　 The entire Tianbei ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ left full names, there are ten people, and the name of the blood boy has a place.

　　Zhang Mofan walked to the sky stele, holding Shensha in his hands. He leaped and jumped to the sky, holding the Shensha in both hands, and the true essence was poured up, making the whole body of Shensha shimmer with five colors of brilliance.

　　咻咻咻咻!

　　 Immediately afterwards, Zhang Mofan waved the Euphorbia steadily, and after a few breaths, he landed.

　　 "What is he doing? His weapon didn't touch the monument at all?"

　　 "Is he here to play a monkey?"

　　 "The weapon didn't touch the sky stele, how to engrave the name? Unless he has a halberd, but there is no halberd.

　　Many warriors talked about it, thinking that Zhang Mofan was here to make fun, and there were no longer a minority of grandstanders like Zhang Mofan.

　　 At this moment, Zhang Mofan punched out!

　　 Fengying Jiuquanjin!

　　 The fist wind blows away, and hits the monument, blowing away the dust on it.

　　 At the top of the Tianbei, a little pig pattern appeared magically. The little pig was so huge that it occupies almost a quarter of the Tianbei's position, above all the names.

"how can that be?"

　　 Everyone was shocked, eyes full of incredible, just a few breaths of time, separated by space, actually painted on the sky tablet?

　　 For a time, countless people turned their eyes to Zhang Mofan, the man who painted with a monument.

　　 Zhang Mofan smiled and looked at the "little pig" on the sky stele, quite satisfied. It seems that this method of painting a pig halberd has such a usefulness.

　　 Ba Ye came out at this time, Dou's big eyes were full of affection, and said: "Zhang Mofan, you painted me on the monument in front of everyone, and honestly explain, do you like me?"