Chapter 17: Chen Mo, Sheng

"Unexpectedly, Senior Brother Mo Li has even cultivated three thousand sword rains, an intermediate fighting technique located in the Profound Stage, to the highest level, and can differentiate a thousand long swords."

"I heard that from the experience three months ago, Senior Brother Mo Li only split into more than 500 handles. Only in the past three months, it was able to split into 1,000 handles. Senior Brother Mo Li's talent is really terrifying!"

"That kid Chen Mo probably angered Senior Brother Mo Li, and Senior Brother directly used his hole cards."

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"Ding, Three Thousand Sword Rain, a mysterious intermediate-level fighting skill, you can spend 1,000 air luck points for in-depth exploration, and 800 air luck points for fighting skills."

Chen Mo looked at the sword formation that almost blocked the sun, his expression slightly changed.

This indiscriminate attack is almost nowhere to hide.

"Mmp, when this competition is over, I say everything must be successful in the practice of Thousand Lei Jue."

Chen Mo, who hadn't practiced fighting skills, could only fight in close combat, and when he encountered a sword-playing great mage like Mo Li, he could only resist beating.

"Are you desperate?" Mo Li looked at Chen Mo's face and smiled sensibly, "Die me!"

With a wave of Mo Li's palm, the sword formation hanging above Chen Mo's head shot down like raindrops.

"Desperate? Then you look down on me too much."

Chen Mo stomped the soles of his feet, and vigorous vindictiveness surged from his palms, "You have more weapons than you, the Spear of the Underworld."

A black spear instantly condensed in Chen Mo's hand.

With Chen Mo's high-speed dancing, the power of **** communicated by the Idol Zhen Prison Jin summoned to the four sides of itself, forming a fierce black tornado. On the tornado, there was only a subtle purple fire and thunder.

And Chen Mo is in the eye of this black tornado.

A tyrannical aura burst out.

The momentum emanating from Chen Mo was felt by everyone around the square, and it was exactly the power that Chen Mo showed in his personal show.

"Fighting Qi Condensation Form, this is indeed a fighting Qi Condensation Form."

If the giant image that Chen Mo showed in the previous solo show was more illusory, the spear at this time is really the real thing.

"Fighting Qi is condensed, that is a means that only a strong fighting spirit can have, how does he do it?"

There was an uproar among the disciples, and even the elders group heard a few surprises.

"Is it a weapon evolved from the technique?" Dan Wang Guhe's soul power broke out from the center of his forehead, quickly revealing the origin of Chen Mo Ming's spear.

Yun Yun's complexion didn't change much, because she had seen this power when she was in the Warcraft Mountains.

This black spear, held in Chen Mo's hand, seemed to have greatly increased.

"Is this your trump card?" Although Mo Li couldn't understand the black spear, he didn't think Chen Mo possessed the power of a fighting spirit. He immediately snorted coldly, "I want to see how you can block it. My three thousand sword rain."

Intensive sword rain cuts continuously on the black tornado.

But the black tornado is like a copper wall and an iron wall, no matter how cut it is by Jianyu, it can't break Chen Mo's defense.

"It was actually blocked."

"Senior Brother Mo Li's three thousand thunderstorms were blocked in this way. Isn't that spear condensed with vindictiveness? Why is it so hard?"

"This black wind roll is like a tortoise shell."

"Although he was blocked, according to the current situation, if I am not mistaken, Chen Mo does not have the ability to attack from a distance, and his body moves, without any shadow of footwork." Jia Xingtian is the Emperor of Dou. The pinnacle powerhouse not only has rich combat experience, but also has an extremely old-fashioned vision. He can see Chen Mo's shortcomings at a glance.

If this goes on, Chen Mo can only defend passively, and eventually his vindictiveness is exhausted and he loses.

In terms of the reserves of fighting energy, Chen Mo of the two-star fighting division is not comparable to Mo Li of the five-star fighting division.

Mo Li was doing what Jia Xingtian had said, although he didn't think that he would lose to Chen Mo in close combat, it might be exhausted from long range combat, so why bother to fight melee.

"Madan." Chen Mo really can't get close to Mo Li's body, so he can only defend passively. He also has a way to deal with Mo Li, but that is his final trump card.

So there was such a scene in the square, Mo Li showed his posture, surrounding Chen Mo's body, constantly placing long-range attack fighting skills.

However, Chen Mo could only not wield his spear, slash, and evade.

This is a war of attrition.

"Are you fighting? Then you're looking for the wrong person." Yun Yun remembered what happened the night before, and Ming Yan's pretty face first showed a hint of red, then the red disappeared, and the corners of her mouth evoked a touching arc. .

Time passed slowly.

Mo Li's stamina gradually ran out, and his vindictiveness also consumed more than half.

Looking at Chen Mo again, he was sweating profusely, but his vindictiveness became more and more turbulent as he fought. The consumption just now seemed to him just drizzle.

"How is it possible?" Mo Li frowned tightly, what kind of monster this is.

Yunhai was a little bit broken, and he shouted words similar to 666 in his previous life.

The female disciples who supported Mo Li's expression became a little uncomfortable.

Because Mo Li, who had been hitting Chen Mo before, was a little dysfunctional.

Chen Mo's condition was beyond the expectation of Xingtian.

Also, no matter who looks at it, it is absolutely impossible to think that the gas reserves of a two-star fighting division are more than the reserves of fighting gas of a five-star fighting division.

Mo Li quickly stuffed a pill into his abdomen, and after regaining the vindictiveness that could activate the move, he said to Chen Mo: "Junior Brother Chen Mo, if this goes on, no one can please. It's better to do this. We will decide. Victory, how?"

"Yes." Chen Mo nodded. Although the black tornado is strong, it is strong in defensive power. It has been stubbornly defensive, not Chen Mo's character.

"Then Junior Brother is optimistic, the wind explodes."

Murray straddled diagonally.

The gusts of wind whizzed and kept gathering at the tip of Mo Li's sword. In the gathering, there was a deafening and cracking sound. Even the air, in this cracking sound, ripples.

At this moment, Mo Li approached Chen Mo, and his long sword trembled, carrying the wind burst, and swung it out in an unmatched posture.

"Drink." Mo Li growled in a low voice.

"It's just right." This kind of frontal and hard fight is exactly what Chen Mo wanted.

The spear of the underworld was pierced with a shot, and the head of the gun was full of purple fire. Thunder and lightning shook in the purple fire. The airflow around Chen Mo turned into a fierce vortex, and he swallowed Mo Li who was close to it.

Cang!

The spears and swords collided, the long sword broke, and under the blessing of the giant elephant, he continued to sprint towards Mo Li's chest.

Mo Li was taken aback, his body shape kept retreating, he felt the devastating aura on the black spear, and a burst of energy had a sense of oppression on his soul.

Under this pressure, Mo Li's retreat staggered and fell down suddenly.

"I...I admit defeat."

Following Mo Li's words, the spear that was going to pierce his heart suddenly stopped.

At this moment, the referee's voice sounded, "Chen Mo, win!"