The next moment his body had come to the top of the playing field.

Mo left the opposite, and the whole figure of Xia Hou slowly emerged.

“The whole summer...”

Below the playing field, Li Motian snorted coldly, and there was a lot of disgust on his face.

With the eight big days, Li Motian and Xia Hou naturally have a lot of intersection, but also have a lot of confrontation.

Li Motian himself is quite easy-going, and even if he is standing on opposite sides, he rarely makes him feel disgusted, but this summer is one of the people he rarely hates.

Not only him, Chen Yun also looked at Xia Houquan with a sad face.

The reason is simple, the character of Xia Hou is too bad.

Xia Houquan killed a monk because the monk was walking in front of him, but anyone could walk the avenue, and no one recognized him as Xia Houquan.

He also grabbed a beautiful woman and killed her partner.

Xia Hou has done countless things similar to these two things, just to follow his heart.

And with the back of the Xia Hou family, and their own super talent, even if the summer do more of this kind of thing, no one dares to go to him trouble.

Because Xia Hou is all very smart, he does these things, all looking for soft persimmons to pinch.

Naturally, Xia Houquan's reputation was completely ruined, whether in the eyes of ordinary monks or in the eight great eyes of the same class.

However, unlike ordinary monks, with a few people who are in the eight great heavens and proud, the attitude towards Xia Houquan can be directly revealed.

In particular, Li Motian, was extremely disgusting for Xia Hou's whole approach, and the two also fought many times.

Although it is all up to the point, it also shows that the relationship between the two is extremely tense.

Chen Yun sneered, “I hope that the young lord can teach him a good lesson!”

Li Motian nodded: "Xiahouquan should also increase his memory, not everyone can provoke!"

Xia Houquan in the small world of the plane to their departure, Lin Wu has informed the departure of the people.

Chen Yun and Li Motian know that their little patriarch is not a kind and soft-hearted person, and he will not be soft for this kind of defeat of Xia Hou.

“How is the result?”

A thousand people looked at the two of them and asked.

As for the man who could speak in such an equal tone, there was only one in the whole room.

The moon spirit did not hesitate, and the red lips lightly opened: "The summer is all defeated."

If you let others know the thoughts of the moon, I am afraid it will be shocked.

Because except for a few people, everyone thinks that the winner will be Xia Houquan.

In their knowledge, the name of Moli only appears above the first place on the first list, and the others know very little about him.The name of Xia Houquan has long been resounding from the eastern region, which is one of the eight great prides recognized in the eastern region, and behind it is a strong Xiahou family.

In the minds of the people, the two are completely incomparable.

On the playing field, the surprised color of Xia Hou's face gradually disappeared, replaced by a deep excitement.

He licked the corners of his mouth, and his smile was a thorny: “What a narrow road!”

Mo said lightly: "The first battle will encounter you such a scum, I did not expect."

Xia Hou laughed at all, and the voice contained endless depth: “What do you say!”

Mo Yi suddenly smiled: "It is the first time I have seen someone want to hear how others scold themselves, you are really poor!" 」

haha!

The people laughed, and at this time, it was a little more like watching Xia Houquan.

“All right.

All right, you are well!”

Xia Hou laughed extremely furiously, but the voice became colder and colder: "Don't think that you have the identity of a small lord who leaves the alliance, I will not dare to shoot you!"

Mo left some helplessness: "The Xuanyuan Mountain to pack up your meal, now to clean up your meal, it is really dirty my hand."

The words of the two of them made the people in the room feel a little stunned.

Is he the little patriarch of the departed?

Without waiting for people to react, there was a new change in the field.

Blow up!

No longer able to calm down, the whole breath of Xia Hou bursting.

“Move away!I don't know what dirty means you use to get the first place in the mountain, today I will dew you, let the world see, the so-called East of the most talented, the so-called left of the young master, just a piece of shit!"

Goat!

The right foot tugs on the ground, and the distance of the few miles is instantaneous.

The sword had fallen on his hand, and Xia Hou wheeled a circular arc in the air, and spun off from the head.

The strong breath did not cover up, the raging spiritual power did not stop at all, and the madness was poured into the knife.

The space under this knife leaves a scratch and continues to expand with the front of the knife point.

The space of the central continent is far stronger than the eastern mainland, and it can make the space of the central continent produce such a scene, which is enough to prove how strong the knife is in Xia Houquan.

“Death to me!”

The summer roared, and the killing shrouded.

The rules do not show that he must not kill, he will kill Moshi and declare his strength to the world.

“The sword, cut off!”

The people looked at the swords in Xia Hou's hands, especially the knife monks.

The step of the spiritual knife, which is a spiritual instrument that only the genius disciples of the great gate can have, is placed in the rest of the tranche, and only the elders and patriarchs in the stature can have it.

This is the biggest difference between big forces and small forces, resources and heritage.

Mo sighed in centrifugal, the ground-level spirit he had not yet possessed.

However, this does not prevent him from cleaning up a summer!

Hm!

The sword appeared on his hand, gently convulsing the space.

The difference between the breath of the spiritual treasure and the breath of the earth-level spiritual treasure is suddenly reflected in this moment.

The breath of the sword was almost completely suppressed by the beheading.

But this is the case, the seemingly weak spirit sword, crossed a perfect arc, gently picked on the hollowed knife.

“With your spiritual arm, I also want to fight against my detonation!”

The face is full of disdain, and the face is full of disdain.

Tink!

The sword collided, and the endless blades broke out from above the beheading, the crazy cutting above the spirited sword.

The sword trembled, and the sound of a low voice in the air was as if we were crying.

At this moment, the air took over.

Just when everyone thought that the confrontation ended in the defeat of the defeat, the spirit sword suddenly changed, and they were transformed into black and white and wrapped around the hands of Moyi.

The appearance of the fist cover, although it caused some surprise, did not let the people change their own ideas.

Even if it is transformed into a boxing suit, it is still just a spiritual spirit.

There is no barrier to the sword, and there is no obstacle to the beheading, straight to the head.

Let the ground step behead the body, even if the Nirvana state or even the strong of the creation of the environment is indescribable, not to mention a spiritual realm monk.

Just when the beheading was about to fall off the top of the head, Mo's right hand gently grasped the hollowed-out knife.

“Looking for death!”

Such thoughts arise in everyone’s mind.

The cut-out blade was enough to cut the gloves along with the hand of Mo.

Tink!

The next moment, the crisp impact sounded again, but to everyone's surprise, the scene they imagined did not happen.

Cut off and fist cover firmly, can not enter!

The whole face of Xia Hou became a little ugly, and the hand that stood in front of the beheading was as heavy as the mountains, which made him extremely shocked.

Unbelief, Xia Hou all hands chopped up, the knife body with the rotation of the body across the body for a week, a violent drink: "God's eighteen knives!"

The knife was extremely large, and the knife was suddenly cut off, and the knife was constantly clamoring, echoing throughout the arena.

"Eight knives, the top level of the Xiahou family!"

People trembling, the ground-leveling knife with the top step of the knife, coupled with the strong strength of Xia Hou as a backing, in addition to the moon and a thousand cold, who dare to say can easily take it!

Sure enough, after seeing Xia Hou use this trick, even Meng's innocence and a hundred miles of wind, are a little heavy.

Eight knives, one knife is stronger than one knife, the power of terror plus continuous attacks, superimposed on the last eighth knife, enough to make Xia Hou full walk in the Nirvana.

“Twenty-eight knives, keep up!”

Yue Ling explained to many disciples of the wind and thunder Pavilion: "The one-knife is already extremely powerful, under the continuous eight knives, the momentum will continue to superimposed, in the face of these eight knives in any of the knife if you take a step back, it will be completely caught in the rhythm of the implementer."

Many disciples of the wind and thunder pavilion are very surprised, even in the wind and thunder pavilion, such martial arts are very few.

After becoming more aware of the horror of this martial art, the disciples of Feng Leige all set their eyes on Mo Wei.

They wanted to see what the little patriarch of this disengaged man would do.

Goat!

Finally, the hollow knife body was sharply cut above the right palm of the left, and the low voice sounded from the space.

The eyes of the summer are full of pupils, and they do not move away from the lines.

“The second knife!”

As before, Xia Hou all picked up and cut off again.

This time, stronger and stronger!

Goat!

A louder noise sounded.

Mo tucked away, almost no one found that the black phage fist wrapped in the right hand, covered with a faint layer of turquoise light film.

It seems that Xia Houquan's knife is cut above the phagoose, in fact, it is only on the turquoise light film.

“Third knife!”

Goat!

“The fourth knife!”

“The fifth knife!”

“The Sixth Knife!”

The sound of Xia Hou's full anger echoed on the playing field, and the stronger and stronger knife without any stop.

But what makes people stunned is that Mo Wei only extended his right hand, and the calm face of Ren Xia Hou was all cut off on it.

And, not moving.

“The 7th Knife!”

Let everyone's heart tremble again and split the knife on the right hand.

“Impossible!”

Xia Hou was like a ghost, and his eyes were bleeding: "Eighth Knife!"

Exhausting the strength of the whole body, stimulate the spiritual strength of the whole body.

The last knife of Xia Hou, without making a sound, quietly cut off on the right hand of Mo.

Tink!

The dull low sound turned into a crisp impact, and the expression that had been calm finally flashed a little surprise.

But that's all.

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