Fatal Concubine

Chapter 102 Praying Mantis Catch Cicada 5
Chapter 118 Praying Mantis Catch Cicada 5
Thinking about it this way, that woman looks a bit more beautiful than Situ Mo, and her temperament is completely different from Situ Mo's, but she is supercilious.

Figures flew around in the arena, and swords flew back and forth.

They couldn't attract everyone's attention. Although most people's eyes were watching the game on the surface, their Qifen had already been stationed on Zhu Yeling and Nangong Yu, and the slightest movement of the two of them would arouse amazement.

Introduction to the Eighteen Sects.

Tang sect, leader: Tang Yan, contestant: Tang Bin.

Huashan faction, head: Zhang Chu, contestant: Sun Wu.

Songshan faction, head: Chong Liao, contestant: Li Shuang.

Wu Zongpai, head: Qi Botao Participating: Zhang Nan.

Kunlun School, Head: Wang Liang Participating: An Yi.

Xiaoyao faction, head: Bo Chao Participation: Chenghua.

Xingxiu faction, head: Cheng Ze Participating: Song Dehou.

Iron Sword Faction, head: Fortitude Participation: Leap.

Shiliang faction, head: Haotian Competition: Guangyao.

Diancang faction, head: Hetai Participating: Li Hanliang.

Xiandu faction, head: Wang Huazang Participation: Li Ruohao.

Qinglong faction, head: Qian Pengju Participation: Zhan Daliao.

Ancient boxing sect, head: Zhang Qiwei Participating: Zhe Mao.

Five-step sect, leader: Li Shaoyuan Participation: Zhao Zhiwen has four sects to continue "Twelve games, Mo Feng vs. Song Dehou." The words fell.

Immediately, everyone in the square locked their eyes on Mo Feng and Song Dehou of the Xingxiu School.

The two are about the same age, but they look very different.

Song Dehou of the Xingxiu sect had a burly appearance, with a deep scar on his left cheek, he looked extremely cautious, while Mo Feng, who looked like a weak scholar, had already started booing in the crowd.

"The gap is too big. Seeing Song Dehou, he is worthy of his name. It seems that his strength is not small. This young master of the Mo family will definitely lose."

At the moment, everyone looked at Mo Feng, gloating and watching a good show.

"What should we do now? You said how lucky you are, why did you draw such an opponent." Mo Xiaoyue was displeased, rolling her eyes at Mo Feng repeatedly.

"Xiaoyue, are you afraid that Brother Mo will lose?" Chi Honglian looked at Song Dehou on the stage, and immediately felt that Mo Fengfeng had lost.

"That goes without saying, you look at his side, but at my brother's side." Mo Xiaoyue had a sullen face, which meant that she had no chance of winning.

"Take a good look." During the conversation between the two, Mo Feng spoke slowly, walking from the audience to the ring in a calm and breezy manner.

"The scar on this face is really scary." Stepping onto the ring, Mo Feng said slowly.

"You..." Song Dehou's scarred face wrinkled, he didn't expect Mo Feng to leave such a sentence here, and he was speechless immediately.

As soon as this remark came out, the people in this square immediately fell silent as if they had been swallowed by a sap, and their faces were full of surprise.

Is this young master of the Mo family provoking?Not afraid of being angry, wait a minute, are you merciless?

"Go on, let's start this competition." He obviously looks weak like a scholar, but at this moment he speaks like a little ruffian, it doesn't match, it doesn't match at all.

"You..." Song Dehou's eyes widened, he spit out the word "you" again, and then he was speechless. He suffered a suffocation at the beginning, and now it is another suffocation. He was angry, completely angry.

Mo Feng looked at Song Dehou who was not doing anything in front of him, raised his eyebrows and said in surprise: "Don't you want to admit defeat? It's okay to admit defeat, save yourself embarrassment later."

"Haha... So the Xingxiu faction asked a fool to compete." Mo Xiaoyue once laughed, she didn't know when her brother's eloquence was so good.

When Mo Xiaoyue called out, the crowd burst into laughter.

The head of the Xingxiu faction on the seat couldn't sit still, his face darkened, and he said to Song Dehou angrily, "Dehou, don't make a move yet."

Song Dehou glanced at the head of the sect, and suddenly, without thinking about anything, he swung his crescent-shaped scimitar at Mo Feng.

Mo Feng smiled, jumped into the air, stepped on the scimitar that Song Dehou swung, and turned over again in relay, which was as fast as lightning, turned over in the air, and kicked Song Dehou's back fiercely with his left foot.

Song Dehou choked forward and almost didn't eat shit.

"Wow, brother, so handsome." Mo Xiaoyue's eyes lit up, it turned out that Song Dehou of the Xingxiu School was just scary in appearance, and his kung fu was not very good.

"Hehe, I really underestimated him." Nangong Yu laughed lightly from the audience.

Then in exchange for Chaser Ling to glance lightly, Nangong Yu pursed his lips and laughed more and more.

Appearance is not a problem, kung fu is even a problem. Mo Feng looks weak, but the kung fu in his body can be called a master. The two compare skills, mentality, vigor, and murderous aura.

No matter how many times you swing the knife, only one knife is enough to achieve the skill.

Song Dehou of the Xingxiu sect was tall and tall, but his body was a bit bulky. The crescent moon's scimitar was easy to use, but his speed couldn't keep up.

Chasing Wild Spirit really couldn't figure out why the Xingxiu Sect sent such a person to the competition. Could it be that he was the best disciple of the Xingxiu Sect?

At the moment when Zhu Yeling was thinking about it, Song Dehou on the ring stood up straight. Suddenly, the aura on the ring was different from what it was just now, and became a little depressed.

I saw Song Dehou slashing the scimitar in his hand on his finger, and the bright red blood fell on the knife.

Immediately, his eyes turned blood red, and he looked at Mo Feng like a prey. Zeng Ran, he moved, and slashed towards Mo Feng's neck like lightning.

The sudden turn of events surprised Mo Feng, and he reacted quite quickly. He stepped forward, and immediately moved his hands to lock Song Dehou's scimitar. At the same time, his head was turned backwards, trying to avoid Song Dehou's fatal blow.

The speed was so fast that Mo Feng saw a cold light flash in his eyes, and a gleam of light appeared on the two fingers in his hand, which was almost as fast as lightning.

Song Dehou is the strongest disciple of the Xingxiu Sect, and his subordinates are still a bit hard-working. Unfortunately, he met Mo Feng, this young master who practiced martial arts and was extremely talented.

Even if Song Dehou wanted to kill him with a vicious blow at this time, he, Mo Feng, was not easy to provoke.

On the court, there is a competition that is even better than the previous dozen or so rounds.

Song Dehou's moves were vicious, wanting to take the opponent's life, and Mo Feng's moves were also weird.

Looking at it now, it seems that both sides are capable players. In this situation, it seems that Song Dehou has the upper hand.

Song Dehou swung the scimitar, several times faster than before. Mo Feng was in the low gear, and Song Dehou jumped up and flew in the air, controlling the initiative.

I saw him jumping up again and again, and the scimitar in his hand was swiftly slashed towards Mo Feng, who was holding his head up.

With a puff, the scimitar left bloodstains on Mo Feng's body.

And Na Mo Feng kicked Song Dehou's left wrist while the scimitar was being drawn on his body, and the two of them each gave a heavy blow.

"Who do you think will win?" Bai Hu stared intently at the stage. The strength of the two was equal. After dozens of moves, there was still no clue.

"Song Dehou, the scimitar is sharp, the speed has become faster, and he can win." Xuanwu looked at the ring and said.

"Mo Fengfeng wins, Song Dehou can't last a few moves." Hearing the conversation between the two, Chaser Ling leaned on Nangongyu, and said slowly.

"Mo Feng? No..." Bai Hu didn't finish his question in surprise.

Seeing that Song Dehou who was on the test stage suddenly fell off the ring with a bang, there was a muffled sound in his throat, and the blood from the corner of his mouth slowly flowed out.

(End of this chapter)