Mo Yuxin said, can you be sick?... Will wearing white clothes make you angry?

He raised the sword in his hand, pointed the sword straight at Mo Yu, and placed Zhan Zhao's left hand gently on the elbow of his right hand, raised his eyes to look at him, "It seems that he is prepared."

Mo Yu smiled, raised his sword, and made almost the same move as Zhan Zhao, "You are a very talented type, and fights rely entirely on instinct. Such a coincidence, so too! I know what kung fu you are good at. If you are good at it, you will have weaknesses... We have the same internal strength, do you think you are dead today?"

Zhan Zhao looked at him for a while and finally smiled.

Zhan Zhao laughed, and Mo Yu was stunned, thinking... Maybe this person has a gentle and likable personality on weekdays.

Zhan Zhao curled his smile, swung his sword, walked forward slowly, and walked straight towards Mo Yu, his steps gradually getting faster, and finally he suddenly jumped...

Mo Yu was shocked, and while looking up, he felt the wind behind him... He hurriedly stepped back and suddenly appeared behind Zhan Zhao waved his sword, and Mo Yu's white clothes "sharp" a hole on his back.

Mo Yu had just stood firm, and Zhan Zhao flashed to the front.

Mo Yu instinctively leaned back and said "sharp" in front of his chest, a big hole.

Mo Yu looked at his torn white clothes. Fortunately, he was wearing a black inner jacket, otherwise he would have been naked. What's wrong with Zhan Zhao?

"Talent?" Zhan Zhao sneered, "Can you fly?"

After saying that... Mo Yu saw Zhan Zhao jumping into the sky...

While Mo Yu raised his face, he heard the wind in his ears, so he quickly turned his head... The clothes were swept through the collar... Looking again, there was only a black inner robe, and the white outer robe was left, which was similar to wearing this white skirt.

Mo Yu was so amused, "Did you like it now?"

Zhan Zhao swung a piece of white cloth hanging on his sword and asked, "Why are you running to the Central Plains and killing so many people?"

Mo Yu's eyes sterned, "Revenge!"

"Is that right?" Zhan Zhao nodded, "There are faults and debts. Who on this street has digged your ancestral grave?"

"There's no way." Mo Yu sneered, "For a better future, some bleeding is necessary."

"What's the difference between your argument and the foolish monarch who initially decided to use the life of a prisoner to exchange for the pirates?" Zhan Zhao raised his sword and said, "Kneel down and admit the mistake to those who have taken away the future by you! They are like your tragic ancestors! You are like the murderer of that year, killing people to pay for your life!"

...

At the top of the observation deck, Tianzun clearly felt the internal strength of Yutang and Zhan Zhao. The two of them were inexplicably serious, which was beyond Tianzun's expectations. Has they been touched by some reverse scale? They were so serious.

The opponent's forehead is indeed very high. Although it is not clear how this internal force is obtained,... martial arts cannot be determined by internal force alone. If all external factors are excluded, the real competition is actually very simple.

When a knife is used to compare the knife technique.

Swords against swords are compared to swordsmanship.
Chapter completed!