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Chapter 176 Chapter 175 The Last Game

"It's time to end this game."

Xu Huai couldn't understand Mo Yuheng's words, but he just shocked the other party and resisted his own sword energy.

His eyes narrowed, and he wanted to step forward unconvinced, thinking that the consequence would be that his body would be cut into a sieve.

Suddenly thinking of stopping here abruptly, he slowly retracted his half-stepped foot.

Thinking of something, he exclaimed: "You are a body forger."

"It's a pity that you reacted too late. Aren't you going to send me here to be beaten?"

Before reaching the place and reacting, Mo Yuheng held the hilt of the sword with both hands and raised the flying sword high: "Three thousand fell into the water."

The sword in his hand became huge, dazzling with an ice-blue light.

Slashed fiercely towards the opponent.

"what……"

Xu Huai gritted his teeth and refused to admit defeat. He kept the sword in his hand, even though his body was covered in blood and his hands were split, he refused to take a step back.

But the huge pressure sword in the sky kept pressing down, making him spit out a mouthful of blood and kept retreating.

He persisted in both hands and refused to let go of the long sword.

"No, I won't give up. I am the most correct address that the master said, and you are just cannon fodder worthy of being trampled under my feet."

Always hold on to your beliefs and never give up.

It's a pity that he was finally crushed and fell unconscious on the ground.

The huge spike in Mo Yuheng's hand fucked the opponent's head fiercely, and Xu Huai was killed when he was about to penetrate a millimeter away.

One hand grabbed the long sword fiercely, and took it away tightly to destroy the Lingwei on it.

"Junior Sister, stop quickly, the opponent has already lost."

The Consummation Foundation Establishment cultivator in mid-air was sweating profusely, just a little bit, this sword was about to stab Xu Huai into the underworld.

Mo Yuheng took advantage of the situation to put away the long sword in his hand, and clasped his fists together, "Give way."

The free and easy figure from the back Li Consummation Foundation Establishment cultivator shook his head, shook his head, and threw away all the images in his mind.

Xu Huai, who was seriously injured and unconscious, was taken off the ring.

Mo Yuheng's feet touched the ground, his body slowly floated up, and he quickly jumped forward and landed on the ground.

Many people below were extremely quiet, and the sound suddenly exploded slowly.

They talked excitedly with each other, and some even wailed unwillingly.

How did they bet, why did the bet not work?
The referee of the perfect monk who established the foundation is still full of enthusiasm. The game just now was really exciting.

This is the powerful force that can be erupted by practicing Qi.

It's incredible.

Zhenjun Yuanying constantly comforted each other and admired Fusang: "Zhenjun Fusang, I really deserve to be your apprentice."

Fu Sang and You Rongyan, only Zhenjun Yuanshui sitting on one side with an embarrassing expression on his face.

The hands were tightly grasped and tucked into the sleeves, the expression on the face was faint.

It was impossible to see what he was thinking at the moment, someone looked at him meaningfully: "Zhenjun Yuanshui, it seems that your apprentice has to study hard."

Hearing this sentence, he gritted his teeth: "Yeah, the competition is just to learn from each other to improve ourselves. If you want to blame him, he doesn't have that ability. After learning the lesson this time, he will work hard to become stronger next time."

To say that he is so free and easy is that the heart on the ground is bleeding.

In the past three months, Xu Huai has been constantly pointing out, hoping to let his strength improve by leaps and bounds to defeat Mo Yuheng.

As a result, the reality slapped him hard in the face, which was completely different from his imagination.

Xu Huai was defeated instead, very embarrassed and now in a coma.

Some people who know True Monarch Yuanshui disdain to ridicule him.

If you really know how to pretend, then you continue to pretend and see how long you can pretend.

In the second match of the sixth round, Mo Jue and Xiaoyao flew up at the same time.

Affirming a very exciting game, Xiaoyao's willingness to try to win this game.

Jumping down from the high platform with eyes full of pride, he stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth: "Sure enough, I still met you. Even if God cooperates so well, then the next game will not make you lose embarrassingly."

Mo Yuheng remained silent, closed his eyes and continued practicing the falling water sword technique.

With Xu Huai's falling into the water swordsmanship that he had performed twice, he continued to lay a solid foundation, and now he has become very easy to master the swordsmanship.

Seeing the other party's eyes closed and motionless, Xiaoyao snorted coldly and was not angry at all.

See you on stage.

Finally, it was the last round of competition, and the two took turns leaping up to stand on both sides of the ring.

The people under each other's ears cheered.

Excited, this is the last round of competition.

Who will win?
Many people questioned and quarreled with each other.

Both feel that one of the two sides will win, and they each insist on their own opinions.

Because we are about to see the truth.

Xiaoyao snorted coldly, the sword in his hand was a brisk sword.

Shuttle back and forth is very light, it is obvious that the opponent is a good block sword.

The whole body exudes a happy mood.

Mo Yuheng felt the artistic conception of the other party, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

The other party quickly moved to Mo Yuheng's left, and slashed at Mo Yuheng's neck with a sword.

"Clanging."

The two swords collided with each other, sending out countless sparks and bursting open.

Then Xiaoyao made a lot of tricks, all of which were easily picked up by Mo Yuheng.

"hateful."

Unwilling in my heart, I doubled the speed.

If the speed is raised to the extreme, Mo Yuheng will feel difficult for a while when docking.

Hurry up to activate the mood of quickness, and the mood that is stronger than the other party rushes out.

Washing away the opponent brings oppression.

A sword stabbed out, sticking tightly to the skin of the opponent's neck and piercing through.

Bringing up a field of blood, a drop of blood flew out and landed on the stage.

Xiaoyao felt a chill in his heart, and quickly retreated, not daring to fight the opponent head-on.

No wonder Mo Yuheng was able to defeat Yi Chuan, no matter in terms of sword cultivation level or his own strength, he should not be underestimated.

Mo Yuheng also retreated quickly, and it turned out that the opponent was of real strength.

And when fighting with him, every move was carefully designed, it wasn't a foundation builder like Yi Chuan who would only be superficial and rampant.

It is because of this that we can step on the spot and defeat the opponent.

And the opponent is also a Foundation Establishment cultivator, so why not fight him head-on.

Instead, the pen walks around the dragon, coming and going freely.

It seems that he wants to delay time and wear down his own spiritual power.

After exhausting his spiritual power, he is the opponent's fat sheep.

So that's the case, Mo Yuheng snorted coldly.

It is right for the other party to do this, but will she fulfill the other party?
Obviously not.

Then it depends on who is faster.

Mo Yuheng turned into Feng Linggen, and his body speeded up suddenly.

Ling Xiaoyao didn't expect it, and saw a sword light stabbing at such a speed that he almost couldn't react.

Quickly put the sword horizontally in front of him, and supported it with both hands to resist Mo Yuheng's attack.

If you were someone who didn't have physical training, you would suffer from this move.

After all, women's physical strength is not as good as men's, but here Mo Yuheng is at home, her body-building cultivator.

The corners of the mouth curled up, and the tip of the sword slid over with the back of the opponent's sword.

Countless sword lights flew out, piercing the opponent's neck.

Xiaoyao only felt a chill in his neck and his heart was terrified. Every time he came out with his sword, he barely resisted Mo Yuheng's attack.

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(End of this chapter)