The setting sun was like blood, stretching the two figures on the ring very long.
The flags were fluttering in the wind, and the sound of "pop, pop, pop" was particularly harsh.
The whole audience held their breath and stared at the two people on the ring, and time stood still for a moment.
The war has not started yet, but the flames of war are already intensifying.
Mo Di and Qian Gui stared at each other for a full quarter of an hour, each of them rushing towards the other with murderous intent. They were evenly matched, but neither of them could suppress the other.
At this time, Qian Gui's heart already had a slight fluctuation. A mere spiritual disciple dared to challenge a master of the spiritual sect. Regardless of victory or defeat, this kind of courage alone is enough to be admired. If it were not for the hatred of killing his younger brother.
Before, he even admired the young man in front of him.
Under Qian Gui's pressure, Mo Di's energy and blood surged, and he almost felt suffocated. On the surface, Mo Di looked calm, but in fact he was almost on the verge of collapse, but he was trying his best.
Support. This is the aura, which is the unique spiritual energy of high-level spiritual practitioners. It can absolutely crush low-level spiritual practitioners, and even make low-level spiritual practitioners retreat without a fight.
The reason why Mo Di has been able to support himself until now is because of his will, which is as hard as steel; and because of his abundant aura, especially the king's aura, which gave him great confidence! He knew that if this happened
When he showed a slight timidity, he would definitely lose in the next battle between the two of them. His challenge to Qian Gui would also become a joke. Everyone thought that this was just a stupid young man trying to steal the limelight.
However, Mo Di has no idea how sure he is of defeating Qian Gui. However, the matter has come to this, if you don’t give it a try or fight hard, how can you know the result? If a person dies, his egg will fall into the sky, and if he doesn’t die for tens of millions of years, fighting
Bar!
Mo Di raised his eyes, rubbed his nose with his hand, and said: "Money is expensive, let's not stand here like this, otherwise the winner will be determined in what year and month?"
Qian Gui sneered slightly and withdrew the murderous aura that was pressing towards Mo Di. Mo Di suddenly felt relaxed and secretly let out a sigh of relief.
Qian Guidao: "Boy, you know, our hatred is inseparable. You killed my brother, so you must pay with your life!"
Mo Di shrugged his shoulders and said: "No matter how I explain it, you will not believe it. Your brother is indeed worthy of his death. Let me ask you, what will you do if someone insults your wife and daughter in front of you?" When he said this, Mo Di couldn't help but feel his heart.
After a moment, Zhao Man'er's pretty face slipped through his mind, so his words became more weighty.
Qian Gui refused to tell him these truths at all. The strong did not need to reason with the weak, so he said: "Boy, you haven't even grown your hair, so it's not your turn to tell me the truth. No matter what, Qian Fu
I will decide your fate today if I die because of you!"
Mo Di was very disdainful and said: "My life is here, whether you can take it away depends on your ability. Take my life, take my life, how many times have you said this? You just talk big words if you don't have the ability.
Wouldn't you be looked down upon and ridiculed by others? Is your ability just in your mouth?"
Qian Gui was scolded by Mo Di, a teenage boy, and his face turned red with anger. He stared at Mo Di and said, "You...wait, kid. I'll let you see me next."
Let everyone see what I can do. It would be easier for me to crush you than to crush a bedbug!"
Mo Di rubbed his eyes with his hands, blinked again, and said, "I'll wait and see! Okay, come on!" After saying that, he stretched out a finger, tickled Qian Gui, and then said:
"Oh, I think about it. Since you are Qian Fu's biological brother, I guess there is not much difference between the two of you. You both only have the ability to bully women."
Qian Gui had never been so angry in front of others, and shouted: "Boy, you are really tired of living!" After saying that, he rushed towards Mo Di with a fist.
However, as soon as he took a step forward, Qian Gui suddenly stopped his steps. He stabilized his body and pretended to be calm: "I almost fell into your trap. You want me to fall into the trap of bullying the small one with the help of force."
I have no reputation. In this way, you are my food anyway, and everyone else is also having a lively fight. If I win first, it will not look good. Boy, I will give you nine moves first, and the other nine moves
Guilty, I will never fight back, how about that?"
Mo Di smiled and said: "Let me do nine moves, okay! Thank you very much! Look at the punches!" As he said that, Mo Di shot out and punched Qian Gui directly in the chest.
Mo Di is definitely not a fool. He is a heroic master. Since his opponent has given him a chance, why not cherish it! He tried every means to anger Qian Gui, that is, he was looking for an opportunity to attack. Who would have thought that Qian Gui was really unconscious?
He bowed his head and gave up nine moves in vain.
Mo Di's punch did not have any meaning of testing. Since Qian Gui had promised Jiuzhao, Mo Di also believed that he would never violate the agreement in public. At the same time, Mo Di's punch did not have any reservations.
To a spiritual master who is two levels higher than yourself, you are given the opportunity to attack in vain. Whoever retains his strength must have a problem with his IQ.
When the two of them looked at each other just now, Mo Di had already begun to secretly accumulate strength. Although he could not be said to have real spiritual energy now, after being nourished by the foundation-building spiritual energy and tempering the bones and protecting the heart, his body had become completely different.
, the strength alone is so much greater. Especially after absorbing the aura of the king, it makes his body a little more domineering!
Mo Di used all his strength to strike with great force. With the sound of breaking wind, his fist crushed the air and went straight towards Qian Gui's chest!
Qian Gui watched helplessly as Mo Di's fist got closer and closer to him, and when the shadow of the fist had covered his pupils, he still didn't blink.
He planned to resist this punch. This is strength! This is confidence! This is also contempt for his opponent!
"Bang!" There was a muffled sound, and Mo Di's fist hit Qian Gui's chest hard.
Although this sound was silent, it was enough to shake the hearts of everyone present. Everyone was watching the result of this punch.
Qian Gui's body swayed slightly, and the shaking was almost invisible. But Mo Di's tiger's mouth cracked, and a stream of blood flowed out...
Mo Di's heart sank and he thought: Damn it, this guy is so awesome!
Although Mo Di used his full strength to punch the opponent hard, Qian Gui's chest was stronger. He felt as if his fist hit an iron plate. Not only did he not do anything to the opponent, but he was shocked to the point where his jaw cracked.
, painful to the bone marrow.
Qian Gui said with some ridicule: "Is this all you have? I thought you had so much ability!"
Mo Di retracted his fist, and under the cover of his sleeves, he flexed his fingers to relieve the pain. However, his face did not show any abnormality, and he still looked indifferent. He nodded and said casually: "I didn't expect that,
You’re really good at it.”
Qian Gui sneered twice and said: "There are eight more times to come. You should use your fists sparingly. Otherwise, you will be defeated before you finish the nine punches. In that case, I will feel that
It’s impossible to win without using force.”
Mo Di snorted and said, "You don't need to worry about that. There are eight more times, right? Then I won't be polite!" As he said that, Mo Di circled around Qian Gui like a whirlwind.
, his fists were like lightning, and he swung them out continuously.
"Snap, snap, snap!"
“Bang bang bang bang!”
Mo Di punched out eight punches in one go, all of them hit Qian Gui hard, pouring out all his spiritual energy! Even though it happened in a split second, in such a crucial moment of showdown, it was also very thrilling and eye-catching.
rising.
As the last punch hit Qian Gui, the sound of punches suddenly stopped, and Mo Di also stopped.
Everyone in the audience stared with bated breath, waiting for the result.
"Sister...Mr. Yang, did Mr. Mo win?" Zhao Man'er's words were a bit unconfident.
Princess Yangzi stared at the two people on the ring, neither nodding nor shaking her head. After a while, she slowly said: "Win? You think too simply."
Zhao Maner said anxiously: "But, I think Young Master Mo will win. Don't you think so? Young Master Mo will make many impossibles possible."
Yang Zi said: "You underestimate the gap between spiritual levels. A spiritual disciple may be able to defeat a spiritual master by chance, but it is absolutely impossible to defeat a spiritual sect master by leapfrogging."
Zhao Man'er was dissatisfied and pouted: "Huh, I just think Mr. Mo will win."
Yang Zi was noncommittal, and after a while he said to himself: "I hope he can save his life."
"Hahaha!" Qian Gui suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, his wanton laughter breaking the silence on the field.
The whole audience was in an uproar. It turned out that Mo Di's nine punches with all his strength still had no effect on Qian Gui, and he was safe and sound. No one expected that young Mo Di, who had performed amazingly in the first two games, would be so unbearable in front of Qian Gui!
Listening to the harsh laughter, Zhao Man'er couldn't help but tighten her hands on her clothes, her heart suddenly beat nervously, her face turned a little pale, she said sadly: "Is that person really that strong? Mr. Mo, you have to be careful...
..”
Yang Zi turned to look at Zhao Man'er, then turned to look at the field, "Will he win?" This thought flashed through his mind.
Qian Gui stopped his laughter and slowly straightened out the clothes that Mo Di had messed up. Then he looked at Mo Di and said, "Boy, I've already given you nine punches. Now, it's my turn!" (Not finished yet!