Restart, Death Wings of Ending

"I'll go, it's too outrageous!"

"Is this Feng Ji still an ordinary person? He is stronger than the God of Death!"

There were constant discussions in the stands, and Feng Ji also returned to the stands amidst these admirations!

"Congratulations, you advanced so easily!" Lan Xi congratulated with a smile,

Feng Ji was not surprised to see him. He raised his eyes slightly and focused on Mu Qingfeng. Lan Xi understood and took the initiative to stand up and give up his seat.

After Feng Ji sat down, he still saw no reaction from Mu Qingfeng, so he couldn't help but ask, "Don't you have any thoughts?"

"No!" Mu Qingfeng responded calmly, staring at the base with more interest. The last group no longer needed to be drawn. The showdown between Mo Ruyuan and Ying Moran became the finale that everyone expected.

The two of them had already appeared in the center of the base. Seeing the screams and shouts on the field, it took less than half a minute for everyone to turn to them.

"It's really a waste of time!" Feng Ji said in an aggrieved voice. Such words were always a bit inconsistent coming from his mouth.

But Lan Xi is probably the only one present who can understand. He was the only one who understood Feng Ji's thoughts best. He worked so hard to get close to Mu Qingfeng. In addition to admiring him, he also wanted to become his best friend. To put it bluntly, he wanted to replace the left wing's position. Kanazawa Ryosuke has noticed this a long time ago, so that’s why he doesn’t want to see him.

And Mu Qingfeng is not unaware that both Feng Ji and Kanazawa Ryosuke have their own purposes in approaching him, but now, he doesn't want to dig deeper, because he also needs the help of these people for his purpose, so between them There is a layer of mutual utilization relationship between them. Naturally, it cannot replace the left wing's purest position in his mind.

Feng Ji saw that Mu Qingfeng had always been indifferent, so he stopped worrying about these things and focused his energy on the base. The last set of duels, the genius showdown between the main family of the Mo clan and the branch clan, will also be a grand display of the secret skills of the Mo clan. wonderful stage,

At this moment, everyone in the audience was fully focused. For fear of missing some details, not a single word of nonsense came out after the burst of cheers.

"It's rare to be so quiet!" Mo Ruyuan said calmly. This was not the first time he had confronted Ying Moran. When competing for the overall ranking, it was under the arrangement of the clan leader. He had to give up his ranking to end the battle with Ying Mo Ran, just to retain his family's secret technique, but now they are still facing each other.

"There's really no way to escape!" Mo Ruyuan sighed helplessly. From the corner of his eye, there were two more people in the war zone. Without guessing, he knew that they were the patriarch Ying Jing and the great elder Ying Mo.

Ying Moran also noticed that the clan leader was watching the battle, his mind sank slightly, and he suddenly greeted:

"Mo Ruyuan, is your grandpa okay?"

"He has been laid to rest. Didn't you notice their glaring eyes?"

"I'm sorry, I have been away from the clan for many years," Ying Moran said apologetically, "How many people are there in my clan now?"

"Why do you care about this?" Ying Moran asked, showing a sense of boredom.

Ying Moran sighed softly, "It's nothing, I just think it doesn't make sense for you to stick to your family's secret skills so much. Information circulates very quickly in today's society, and the sublimation of different skills appears frequently. If..."

"Shut up," Mo Ruyuan shouted sharply! "Don't be pretentious here, our family is the source of the inheritance of the Mo clan, and you," Mo Ruyuan's eyes were full of sarcasm and disgust, "you want to pry out the secrets of our family from me, you will do anything you can."

"Ha, here we go again," Ying Moran said coldly, "Why do you have the same moral character as your grandfather? Today's society cannot tolerate the self-proclaimed Mo clan. You should learn from me and go see the outside world!"

"Ha! Don't make me sound like an illiterate," Mo Ruyuan replied angrily: "My uncle arranged all this, so I can't offend him for being so careful." His expression became serious. "Then let's each rely on our abilities, and whoever wins will listen to whoever wins."

"Okay!" Ying Moran responded simply. At the same time, the two men's bodies tensed up and their expressions were extremely alert. They were both watching each other's every move. Now as long as there was the slightest sound, they could trigger their fight. .

"Wow, why is it so quiet, even..." The left wing's voice suddenly sounded, and half of his body leaned out of the small door.

Clang~

Then there was a soft sound of gold and iron colliding, the ink exploded, and then,

Qiang ~ Qiang ~

The sound of swords clashing continuously sounded, and in the increasingly thick ink, two shadows as fast as lightning kept colliding, bouncing off and colliding again, and the sword blades flying out all over the sky scattered the ink again and again. cut,

Only a few seconds had passed, and the battle on the field had already entered into high gear.

Upon seeing this, Zuo Zui immediately silenced his voice and moved to the war supervision area with his colleague Kanazawa Ryosuke to watch the battle side by side with Tang Li and the other three.

"Hey, what are you doing standing here? Go back to the stands!" Tang Li shouted in a low voice. Zuo Zui waved his hand hurriedly. How could he be willing to leave such a wonderful battle at such a close range? He replied in a rogue manner, "Examiner, at this time, you are crossing I’ll get hit in the exam room, and if I can’t help but fight back, this exam will become a free-for-all again!”

Tang Li opened his mouth, but couldn't think of a reason to refute. Indeed, according to the current battle situation, even a mosquito entering their territory would be attacked indiscriminately. He no longer cares about it and concentrates on the battle on the base field.

Whoosh~ whoosh~

Two Mo Yuan double swords flew out from the central ink ball one after another, and at the same time, Ying Mo Ran's figure also flew out upside down. The moment his toes landed on the ground, he quickly retreated a few meters, and then Mo Ruyuan appeared in front of him in a flash, holding his hand The short knife inside stabbed forward quickly, and it felt like blood would be splashed everywhere.

But the moment Mo Ruyuan's knife pierced Ying Moran's body, he knew it was just a shadow. Sure enough, ink-colored tobacco was splashed everywhere.

Mo Ruyuan frowned. The feeling of kicking Ying Moran away just now was real. Then he changed his true form the moment he flew out! Could it be?

Mo Ruyuan's heart skipped a beat, and he turned around sharply and waved the short knife in his hand.

Will ~

Just as he expected, Ying Moran attacked from behind, and his ink blade collided with Ying Moran's two swords in time. Then the light ink sword energy exploded, and both of them were knocked back for more than ten meters.

"How about it, you've finished exercising your muscles and bones!" Ying Moran said coldly, and Yingmo's double swords returned to his hands.

Directly across from him, Mo Ruyuan shook the ink blade in his hand, trembling slightly. Under this wave of sword collisions, Mo Ruyuan knew that his brute force could not defeat him, so he curled up the corner of his mouth, seemingly very angry. He said with a relaxed look:

"Swordsmanship is not the specialty of the Black Ink Clan. Isn't it time to come up with your secret family division technique next!"

"Well, okay! If you can't resist, I advise you not to stick to the secret skills of our family!" Ying Moran deliberately provoked: "If you die accidentally, there will be no inheritance!"

"You..." Mo Ruyuan was irritated and said unabashedly: "Oh, I remember when you separated your family, in order to stimulate the sublimation of secret skills, you actually let two friends who are brothers kill each other. It's really cruel. !”

"What do you mean," Ying Moran said urgently. This secret thing from back then was the inner demon that had been bothering him, and Mo Ruyuan just hit his mark.

"Oh, you don't know, remember that miserable loser's name is Ying Yunli, and what is the name of that genius who succeeded in sublimating the secret art," Mo Ruyuan deliberately suppressed his weirdness to whet his appetite.

"Oh, I remember, the traitor of the Black Ink Clan, a genius known as a madman, Ying Mo Yue!"