The luck of this attack is the best in the world

It actually blocked it.

Ning Zhong looked at this scene on stage and felt very surprised.

Mo Yu punched Zhuang Han unceremoniously, but he didn't expect that Zhuang Han accepted the punch abruptly, and there was nothing unusual except for taking a few steps back.

"Good fellow, you have great strength." Zhuang Han sighed sincerely, shaking his trembling arms.

"It's okay." Mo Yu frowned, and answered casually.

This person's attack seems to be disorderly, but in fact he is cautious at every step.Once ordinary people start to attack, their own defense awareness will drop, and then they will be full of loopholes.His previous attack was to take advantage of this, find the opponent's weakness, and defeat the enemy with one move.

But this guy is different. He still has a strong sense of defense when he attacks. He counterattacks and turns to defense the moment he punches, and blocks his attacks firmly. Among mortal warriors, he is definitely a middle-level expert.

However, it is only limited to mortal warriors.

Mo Yu smiled, and didn't bother to wait for him to take the initiative to attack and find some flaws. After all, when he was upset, being hard just now was the best way to relieve him.

So he simply rushed forward, without mysterious footwork, and without daunting speed, he just greeted him so simply and rudely.

Seeing this, Zhuang Han was secretly amazed, this guy's posture was intended to follow his tough rhythm, but this was exactly what he wanted, although this guy's fist strength was strong, he was not weak either.

"Boom" "Boom"

The fist and fist intersected, bringing bursts of piercing sounds.

Ning Zhong stared dumbfounded from below. He thought that Mo Yu would quickly deal with his opponent this time as before, but unexpectedly, the two of them clashed. It seemed that they were evenly matched.

Uh, listening to the sound of the fists intersecting, I felt a pain in the flesh. This punch was much stronger than the one he met before. The corners of Ning Zhong's eyes twitched, secretly glad that it was not him who was on the stage at the moment.

"It seems to be evenly divided."

"Yeah, both of them are very powerful."

The battle line was stretched, and the people below began to comment.

The voice was not deliberately lowered, Zhuang Han naturally heard it too, but it was in his ears, and he felt it was full of irony. He couldn't help but smiled wryly, what is evenly divided, the real situation is that he was completely unilaterally hanged and beaten, he was constantly It's true to throw punches from the ground, but there is a strong feeling of being led by the nose, just blindly defending, without any hearty feeling.

Finally, after countless punches and kicks, Zhuang Han jumped out of Mo Yu's attack range with a backflip, and roared extremely aggrieved: "I won't fight anymore."

Different from others, Zhuang Han's purpose of coming here is not to marry Miss Ye family, nor is it for that fragment, but purely to fight against a master. Meeting an opponent like Mo Yu also confirmed the sentence "" There are people beyond people, and there is a sky beyond the sky."

He shifted his gaze to the people with different faces below, and silently compared them with Mo Yu, thinking that among these people, no one would be stronger than him.

Zhuang Han shrugged his shoulders, feeling dull for a while, so he simply got off the ring and left the Ye family's compound without hesitation.

"..." Mo Yu felt very speechless, he was enjoying the fight, but this guy said he would not fight if he didn't want to.

"Leader Mo Yu, you succeeded in defending the beating." The servant at the side didn't care what the reason for Zhuang Han's extreme anger, he just said that he had abstained, and announced the result simply.

Ye Shumiao looked at Mo Yu with brighter eyes.

Mo Yu shrugged, glanced around the rest of the people, and asked solemnly: "Who is next?"

It was obviously a flat tone, but it was full of provocation in everyone's ears.

Except for Ning Zhong, almost everyone's faces were darkened. Among them was a man in green clothes, with a pale face, he gave the person next to him a wink. After receiving the instructions, the person stepped onto the stage without hesitation and met with Mo Mo. Yu sparred.

Among the twenty or so people present, there were scattered people who were alone, and naturally there were groups of sects who came in groups. This young man's name was Mu Zhiyu, and he was the young master of Qingyu sect. , he is bound to win.

Although the Qingyu Sect is not a famous sect, it is quite fearful. They have always been solitary and do not participate in disputes in the rivers and lakes at will. They are full of mystery. Although there are not many disciples, they are all strong.

Mu Zhiyu glanced around silently, judging their identities. Except for a few people who were too casually dressed, he couldn't guess their backgrounds. , these people are not a threat, they just come out later to save some effort.

He is a person who has learned the magic of immortality, how can the martial arts of these ordinary people be compared with him.

……

Ning Zhong tried his best to open his eyes, opened them again, and finally suppressed the desire to yawn. After all, he was wearing a mask, so he didn't dare to make too many facial expressions, for fear that the mask would fall off.

He already felt a little bored.

These people who played later, no matter how powerful they looked, were all doubted by Mo Yu. After a long time, he just kept hearing the phrase "the master Mo Yu, defending the beating successfully".

It's really...it's amazing!

This strength, this physical strength, is amazing!

Ning Zhong was dying of admiration in his heart, but no matter how much he admired, he would feel bored after watching so many unilateral killings.

"The master of the ring, Mo Yu, successfully defended the ring."

Look, here we go again.

How many times is this?

Ning Zhong was a little confused, he looked around, and suddenly found that there were only two people left, one was him, and the other was a young man in Tsing Yi.

The young man was also watching him, obviously waiting for him to play.

Ning Zhong turned his head, pretending that nothing happened, secretly thinking, isn't it just thicker skinned than anyone else, anyway, he will be the last one, he doesn't need face or something.

Mu Zhiyu obviously noticed this too, the corners of his mouth twitched, feeling extremely speechless, secretly slandering this person's shamelessness, but it's up to this point, it's time for him to appear.

First of all, the posture on the stage must be handsome enough.

Mu Zhiyu hooked the corners of his mouth, and practiced lightness kung fu by himself, jumped up, and even turned two turns in the air, with his clothes fluttering, he landed steadily on the ring, and threw it at Ye Shumiao. With a wink, he looked at Mo Yu.

Ye Shumiao returned a smile on his face, but in his heart he was: This person is a good mother, Mo Yu, come on, it's better if you beat him until his nose is blue and his eyes are swollen.

Mu Zhiyu arched his hands at Mo Yu, and said with a smile: "It's hard work, brother. After fighting for so long, I must be a little tired. It's time to go down and rest. I will leave the rest to you. Just fine."

The master said that before the battle, you need to fight psychological warfare. It is best to be so angry that the opponent loses offensive and defensive speed, but this person didn't respond, and his psychological quality must be too good.

Unexpectedly, Mo Yu nodded and replied: "I'm a little tired, but I'm not bad for you. It's not too late to rest after the fight."

"..." It seemed that this guy didn't understand him at all.

Mu Zhiyu snorted softly, pulled out the sword at his waist, pointed the sword point at Mo Yu, "Since you also use the sword, then see the real chapter under the long sword."

Mo Yu responded, and held the epee in his hand, but the hilt was attached, and the blade was not out of the sheath.

"..." Mu Zhiyu felt an unprecedented insult, the sword was out of its sheath, is it still called a sword competition?He smiled, just out of anger.

All right, look down on him, don't get out of the sheath if you don't get out of the sheath, he will regret it later.

Mu Zhiyu turned his wrist slightly, and danced the sword with a mysterious footwork, outlining a series of beautiful sword flowers, the sword moved with him, and the tip of the sword pointed at Mo Yu with a cold light, extremely aggressive, It is more confusing, and the beautiful sword flower dazzles people's eyes, making it difficult for people to tell where he is going to attack.

Mo Yu just glanced lightly, then raised his hand casually, catching this seemingly ferocious attack.

The golden and jade-carved saber collided with the simple epee, sparking a series of sparks.

Mo Yu frowned, and said sincerely: "Your sword is too fancy."

After he finished speaking, he paused, glanced at Mu Zhiyu, who had an unattractive face, and added: "The same goes for swordsmanship."

"..." For a moment, Mu Zhiyu felt that this Mo Yu was the one who got his master's true biography.

His face darkened, and he withdrew his saber dryly, and danced the long sword, drawing beautiful sword flowers again, but this time, it was faster.

It was so fast that the double image of the sword appeared, making people unable to find the real body of the sword.