Legendary Reckless Online Game

Sure enough, when Lin Qing, who was acting as the referee on the sidelines, saw Li He pushing Lin Dong into the air, he decisively reached out and shouted stop.

If he didn't shout stop at this time, Li He would rush in front of Lin Dong immediately. Without three moves, Lin Dong would be dead.

Hearing Lin Qing's shout, Li He stopped, clasped his fists and saluted again, and said with a serious face: "I accept it!"

After Lin Dong got up, although he looked a little embarrassed, he was still neither humble nor arrogant. There was no trace of loss of defeat on his face, and he returned the favor with his hand.

This performance actually made the top leaders present nod their heads. After Li He and Li He left the field, Zhao Zhiwen strode to the middle of the field.

After looking around, Zhao Zhiwen said loudly: "I am Zhao Zhiwen, the Eight-Sect Golden Lock Sword, please give me some advice from all my brothers!"

Zhao Tiancheng looked indifferently at a middle-aged man diagonally opposite him. Behind him, there were three men and one woman standing, a total of four disciples.

The middle-aged man opposite looked at Zhao Tiancheng without giving in, with a disdainful smile on his lips: "Since Master Zhao has sent a master disciple, let us learn about Mo Style Xingyi Quan."

After finishing speaking, he gestured to a male disciple behind him, who responded and walked into the field.

There was an obvious smell of gunpowder brewing in the venue.

When Song Zhan saw this, he quietly sent a message to Xiao Wu: "Xiao Wu, what's going on? Is there any conflict between the Mo Style Xingyi Quan opposite and our Bagua Golden Lock Sword?"

Xiao Wu looked angrily at the head of Mo Style across from him, and explained to Song Zhan: "Brother Zhan, you don't know this. Five years ago, we had a sparring match between the Eight Gate Golden Lock Sword and Mo Style Xingyi Quan. At that time

It is our senior brother who is fighting against the opponent."

"It's a pity that our senior brother is too upright. When he could clearly inflict heavy damage on his opponent to establish a victory, he couldn't bear to destroy the opponent and stopped. As a result, he was counterattacked by the opponent and forcibly twisted his right arm, which almost cut off his path to martial arts."

"At that time, the master was so angry that he had a fierce fight with the other leader, Mo Wenxin, that middle-aged man, and beat him until he vomited blood before he was stopped."

After listening to Xiao Wu's words, Song Zhan finally understood why there was such a strong smell of gunpowder between the two parties. It turned out that there was such a grudge and entanglement.

While they were talking, the two people in the room were already greeting each other.

"Eight-Door Golden Lock Sword, Zhao Zhiwen."

"Mo Style Xingyi Quan, Mo Xingyu."

As Lin Qing's countdown ended, Zhao Zhiwen took the lead, with Bagua on his feet, the cold light of the long knife in his hand, and he rushed towards the opposite side.

The fierceness of his momentum and the decisiveness of his movements fully demonstrated the essence of the Eight-Door Golden Lock Sword.

Facing Zhao Zhiwen's knife, Mo Xingyu on the opposite side shook his spear and stabbed towards Zhao Zhiwen's path like a poisonous dragon coming out of its cave.

"Xiao Wu, isn't Xingyi Quan mainly based on boxing? Why is the opponent using a gun instead of boxing?"

Song Zhan looked at the big gun in Mo Xingyu's hand and asked doubtfully.

Xiao Wu looked at the field and said: "Mo Style Xingyi Quan is a combination of Mo Family Spear and Xingyi Quan. The two martial arts complement each other and merge with each other. This is how Mo Style Xingyi Quan is created. Opposite

It’s normal to know how to use a gun.”

Song Zhan nodded and looked at the two men fighting fiercely in the field with interest.

Zhao Zhiwen's steps were steady, and he held the long sword in his hand without firing it. Once he took action, it would definitely bring out a bright sword light and strike at Mo Xingyu's vital part.

Mo Xingyu's spear skills are equally impressive, especially his blows, sweeps, points, and pokes, which are astonishingly powerful.

After fighting for more than ten moves, Zhao Zhiwen finally found an opportunity and dragged the spear away with one knife, getting within three feet of the opponent.

"drink!"

The knife slashed down towards the opponent's neck. Mo Xingyu decisively discarded the spear in his hand, clenched his five fingers into a beak, and pecked at Zhao Zhiwen's wrist holding the knife. His speed was slightly faster than Zhao Zhiwen's swing of the knife.

Mo Xingyu's purpose was obvious, he pecked Zhao Zhiwen's wrist to pieces before dropping the knife, thus destroying his knife-holding hand.

Faced with this situation, Zhao Zhiwen used the long knife in his hand three minutes faster, but the force of the knife changed and it slashed towards Mo Xingyu's arm.

Nice romance

All kinds of changes only happen in an instant.

When Mo Xingyu thought he was out of Zhao Zhiwen's offensive, a blade of light hung upside down like a rainbow, from bottom to top, and shot up from his dantian and abdomen.

Blood spurts!

"die!"

Zhao Zhiwen shouted angrily and slashed at Mo Xingyu's neck with the long knife in his hand.

"stop!"

Mo Wenxin, who was standing in the team, saw this and shouted angrily.

Zhao Zhiwen didn't care, his eyes were firm, and there was an explosive murderous aura surging around his body.

This is a power that can only be developed through constant fighting and growth!

So, in full view of everyone, Mo Xingyu, a disciple of Mo Shi Xingyi Quan, was beheaded by Zhao Zhiwen with a knife.

"At such a young age, you are so ruthless and vicious. Who taught you this!"

When Mo Wenxin saw his favorite disciple being beheaded on the spot, he immediately shouted angrily at Zhao Zhiwen.

Seeing this, Zhao Tiancheng took a few steps forward, and his originally dull eyes were filled with light: "Huh! This competition is about life and death, not to mention that it is in a game, even in reality, Mo Xingyu did not admit defeat, Lin Zhang

If the game is not stopped, what do you say?"

"Zhao Tiancheng!"

"Any advice?"

Zhao Tiancheng looked at Mo Wenxin and replied in a calm tone.

"Okay, shut up. How do you behave in front of this junior?"

Lin Qing stepped forward and acted as peacemaker.

"Who dares to insult my master!"

At this moment, a loud shout rang out in the sky, and then a red-tasseled spear turned into an afterimage and shot toward Zhao Tiancheng like thunder.

Zhao Tiancheng had already reacted, but as he was only at level five, he couldn't dodge such a fast shot. He could only watch the shot fall towards him.

At this moment, Song Zhan disappeared from the spot in an instant, and appeared in front of Zhao Tiancheng in the next moment, holding a heavy shield in his hand.

"clang!"

There was a loud explosion and smoke and dust dispersed. Song Zhan stood still and put away his shield.

The spear that bounced back swirled and fell into the hands of a tall man wearing a powerful military uniform.

Song Zhan glanced at the system prompts and immediately understood the situation of the person opposite.

System: Player Mo Qilin attacks you first, you can defend yourself for 3 minutes.

Obviously, this person is also a master of Mo Style Xingyiquan. Judging from his age, he might be the senior brother of the other party five years ago as Xiao Wu said.

With just this one blow, the faces of all the leaders present turned a bit ugly, not only because the power of this shot was too terrifying, but also because Mo Shi went too far this time.

"You bastard, who gave you the courage to apologize to Uncle Zhao?"

Although Mo Wenxin was happy to see Zhao Tiancheng defeated, such disrespectful behavior to his elders still made him sternly reprimand his disciples.

After being scolded by Mo Wenxin, Mo Qilin reluctantly walked up to Zhao Tiancheng, bowed and acknowledged his mistake.

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