Wow!

The crowd exploded again!

Thousands of eyes stared at the two figures walking towards the ring, and cheered throughout the world!

"Yuchi Tiande! Yuchi Tiande!"

"Leng Mo!Leng Mo!"

Only these two voices were left in the audience, with great might, strong blood and full of firepower, just like two forces of sound confrontation, and they were going to compete for the top and bottom of this Wan Beast Platform.

Bang!

Yuchi Tiande took the lead in standing still, wearing golden armor, burly and terrifying, like a burly and majestic sculpture of a god of war. Even without any murderous intent, it was enough to suppress the entire audience.

In contrast, Leng Mo stood there and was like an iceberg being moved over. The powerful and cold air pressure made everyone feel the fierce cold air.

Yuchi Tiande looked at Leng Mo like a ni. There was endless pressure on his expressionless face and said in a deep voice: "Leng Mo, you can choose to admit defeat, don't humiliate yourself like you did in Jiuyin Mountain!"

The momentum that erupted by such a sentence alone made the supporters of Yuchi Tiande's side cheer extremely excitedly.

Hou Ji and the young masters were so angry that they stared at each other and shouted back: "Boss Leng, fuck him a gorilla to death!"

"Yes, Brother Leng, we support you!"

"Don't come on, cold!"

On the ring.

Leng Mo raised his eyebrows, and his eyes were as bright as a sword sweeping across, and he replied coldly: "You are talking nonsense!"

"Very good, then I will make you completely desperate this time!"

Yuchi Tiande was domineering and ruthless, and the terrifying pressure of the qi instantly spread throughout the Wan Beast Platform, as if it was about to stir up a storm from the world.

Leng Mo, who was in the storm circle of wind and storm, drew out the long sword behind him expressionlessly.

The sword is seven feet long and the sword body is transparent. Under the sunlight, it looks like the frost condensed in thousands of years. The sword tip is swallowing and spitting out the blue qi, as if it is about to squirm like a tide at any time, so it is called the Qingshuang Sword.

Swish!

Leng Mo shook his wrist and pulled out an ice saber flower in the air. His sword body was raised, illuminating his face that was so cold that there was no expression.

Through this face, he seemed to see another face that was equally cold and ruthless, as if it was born without any warmth.

At this moment, countless scenes flashed through Leng Mo's mind, in the wind and rain, under the corridors of trees, on the cliffs of the lake, no matter where he was, no matter how old he was, he kept waving the sword in his hand.

And there is always a expressionless father around me, frowning and examining his own moves.

In my memory, when the man faced his only son, he seemed to be indifferent, harsh, dissatisfied, and even...sential.

The words my father Leng Qianqiu said to him will always be related to swords.

When I was five years old.

Leng Mo, half-height, quietly hid the calluses that were broken in his palm, raised his smile and looked at his father: "Father, I finally learned this sword!"

"I only took seven days to integrate this sword. Leng Mo, you are so disappointed to be a father..."

Xiao Lengmo was at a loss for his father's indifference.

Eight years old.

Leng Mo looked at the sisters at home to go out to see the lanterns, and felt envious, so he mustered up the courage to ask his father: "Father, I can go out..."

"Didn't practice the Frost Ning Sword? Do you have the right to play?" My father's face darkened and he turned away in anger.

Twelve years old.

Leng Mo broke through the master, and the teachers taught at home praised him very much, but his father was the only one who showed him his performance, without a single word of praise, just treating him coldly.

Eighteen years old.

Leng Mo stayed away and practiced day and night, and finally broke through the high-level master. When the Leng family learned about this, they praised Leng Mo as a rare martial arts genius in the Qin and Tang Empire.

But Leng Qianqiu did not show any attitude in public. He only gave Leng Mo the 18th birthday as a gift. In the following years, the commander of the city defense army rarely went home.

The reason why Leng Mo participated in this Destiny Hunting Competition was that he even went to Songlin County, Chencang County to participate in the selection competition after losing was to allow that person to see his current strength in this national field!

Leng Qianqiu, wait, I will definitely stand at the top of the national hunting competition and let you see my strength!

Swish!

The ice essence suddenly burst out in Leng Mo's eyes, and the Qingfrost Sword instantly burst out with a terrifying ice blue light, dazzling and amazingly sharp, and piercing towards the opposite side.

Yuchi Tiande snorted coldly, his body was filled with energy, and his golden light shone brightly. He directly pulled out two golden maces to meet him, swept across, and directly blew the stabbing sword light.

In the air, countless pieces of ice were filled with sharp sword intent, falling down in the golden light, like a mysterious and mysterious scene, which made the audience exclaim in an amazing sigh.

But before anyone could evaluate the explosive power of the move just now, he heard a sudden bang.

The Qingshuang Sword and the golden mace collided fiercely!

The wars and wars clashed, and the terrifying impact shocked thousands of miles, making the sound vibrant!

This battle is the most peak duel in the hunting competition. Leng Mo's long sword kept waving, as if the ice edge was storming, extremely sharp, and like the upside-down glacier, and the frost filled half of the sky.

The cold meaning of the ice filled the entire beast platform, as if people fell into the ice cave,

Look at the rolling energy of Yuchi Tiande's body is as bright as golden light. Under the dazzling sunlight, thousands of ice and snow melt in an instant.

In just a dozen moves, a loud bang in the light like the sun was heard. The extremely sharp Qingfrost sword was shocked by the golden two maces, and Leng Mo flew backwards several meters from the light.

It was at this time.

On the referee's seat.

A man came to the Qin and Tang military generals. Although he was not wearing military uniforms, Zhang Meng immediately stood up after seeing him and saluted respectfully.

"Master Commander..."

The person who came was as cold as frost, with a serious expression. He waved his hand to signal everyone not to speak out, and then stood silently, watching the wonderful battle on the ring.

After a loud noise, two figures landed one after another.

Yuchi Tiande still had no expression on his face, only Zhang Kuang's fighting spirit: "Leng Mo, even if you do your best, you will still be defeated!"

Before he finished speaking, there was a loud bang.

The pressure of the peak master burst out instantly, and two golden divine lights shot out from the two maces, like rapid lightning, and the violent momentum was overturned like a storm, and no one could stop it!

It's half a step of mysterious energy!

"Yuchi Tiande has entered the mysterious path halfway!"

The audience burst into exclamations.

Leng Mo felt the momentum being pressed against him, and his whole body seemed to be smashed by endless mud and stones, all of which were so heavy that they could not move at all.
Chapter completed!