A fatal blow?

Fang Youdao had never seen that when Wang Qichao brought the champion student of Mowu to trouble him, Qin Mo, several people from Mowu had already killed Qin Mo.

If he was really afraid, Qin Mo wouldn't agree.

Qin Mo stepped onto the ring and drew out the sword weapon behind his back.

From time to time, his eyes glanced at the demon crystal on the stage.

Wang Qichao's face is very dark, and you, Qin Mo, are almost dying, but you still can't bear to part with the demon crystal.

Han Song didn't waste any time and stepped onto the ring. The weapon he used was a sword.

The handle of the knife is specially made and cast with Han Song's most suitable size. There are nine holes on the back of the knife. Each hole can hold a knife ring. It is specially used to restrain guns and sword weapons. In a weapon fight, once the sword

With the blade and gun shaft inserted into the ring, Han Song could easily take away the opponent's weapon.

There is another function, which is to control the weight of the weapon through the sword ring, so that Han Song's weapon is always at the weight that best fits his hand. When this sword was first built, Han Song could not hang the sword ring. Now,

Han Song has installed seven knife rings.

The knife weighs 218 pounds, which is the most comfortable weight for Han Song to use.

Fang Youdao also reminded under the ring: "Qin Mo, he uses a nine-ring sword that is specially designed to restrain swords and guns. Don't let his sword ring take away the weapon."

Can a sword ring steal someone's weapon?

Qin Mo remembered it secretly, but didn't take it too seriously. He waved his sword twice and heard the sound of breaking through the air.

Qin Mo looked at Han Song across from him and said, "The old rule is to determine victory or defeat, or to decide life and death."

Decide the outcome, or decide life and death!

Han Song originally wanted to reply to Ma Daihua like before, "Can you kill me?" But then he thought that Ma Daihua had lost, so he changed his mind and said, "You can't kill me, and I may not be able to kill you. Even if you really die, it's just a matter of skill."

Not as good as human beings.”

Although Han Song was ranked 9th in the martial arts rankings, he did not underestimate Qin Mo. It could be seen from his energy and blood that Qin Mo was already approaching the peak of the third level.

On the other hand, Qin Mo can become the first student of the Imperial Martial Academy to serve as both civil and military presidents at the same time. He can also get the Imperial Martial Army to sign a contract of intent and enter the third level at the age of nineteen. Look at Qin Mo in the demon space.

Can take away the Eye of the Holy Spring from the hands of fourth-grade martial arts masters such as Wang Qichao and Zuo Zong.

If he, Han Song, knew about Qin Mo's incidents and still underestimated Qin Mo, he would be stupid!

"In terms of talent, Qin Mo is better than me." Han Song secretly said.

He is not as talented as Qin Mo, and Han Song doesn't feel ashamed. A martial artist has the ability to correctly examine himself. He is older than Qin Mo, and he entered the fourth level earlier than Qin Mo. The most important thing is that he, Han Song, has tempered his vitality.

, Gang Qi conversion rate is extremely high!

"Third-grade martial arts masters generally do not temper their vitality. Occasionally, they do temper their vitality. The transformation rate of Gang Qi is not high." Han Song speculated while calculating: "When it comes to Yuan skills, I have the advantage. When it comes to Gang Qi, I have the advantage.

I also have an advantage. In terms of physical fitness and record, I, Han Song, have the advantage."

"If I still can't defeat Qin Mo, I, Han Song, have nothing to say."

Han Song's heart was changing rapidly. No matter which aspect he compared, he, Han Song, was ahead of Qin Mo. So what if he couldn't match his talent. He was ahead in age. No matter how talented he was, if he didn't grow up, it would be empty talk.

start!

Qin Mo and Han Song did not take action at the first moment, their legs were as powerful as old trees, and they adopted defensive tactics at the same time.

Under the ring, Wang Qinqin said to Fang Youdao: "President, President Qin Mo, can you beat Han Song?"

Fang Youdao waved his hand, "I have resigned, don't call me president, Qin Mo is the president now."

Wang Qinqin was trained by Fang Youdao. When Fang Youdao said this, his eyes suddenly turned red. Fang Youdao smiled bitterly and said: "Don't cry, it's not that I don't recognize you. Do your duty well. Qin Mo is a good person."

President."

"But I don't know if I can win. I can only tell you that it's not easy for Han Song to win against Qin Mo."

It's not easy, it's not easy.

Fang Youdao is the one who has the clearest understanding of Qin Mo's strength in the Imperial Martial Arts Academy. In the demon space, when Qin Mo and Fang Youdao entered the Forest of Wind, they encountered several demons. In addition to the shadow clone, Qin Mo had the ability to subdue the dragon ten times.

Apart from the Eight Palms, all other Yuan skills are basically used.

Wow————

Fang Youdao and Wang Qinqin heard the sound of the sword rings clashing and quickly looked towards the ring. As expected, Han Song took the lead.

He didn't hide his secrets at all. His arm was wrapped in vitality, like a layer of black steel, and it was thicker than a circle. He swung the sword and slashed Qin Mo's left shoulder.

This sword looks simple, just a pure chopping, but its speed and power are astonishing. His strength is not as good as Han Song's, so he will definitely be defeated by this sword.

Qin Mo stepped on his feet and stepped quickly. Although his body skills were not as good as Fang Youdao's Seven Star Step and Ma Daihua's Wandering Dragon Step, the increased flexibility in a small area was not much different. He could dodge Han Song's sword slashes. The sword in Qin Mo's hand,

It also disappeared from Han Song’s eyes.

"Hmm! What kind of swordsmanship is this?" Han Song was secretly shocked. Qin Mo's sword blade had already stuck to the back of his sword and stabbed his eyes. Was it a blind trick that just disappeared?

No, it’s an advanced swordsmanship!

Fang Youdao watched Qin Mo's sword blade pass between Han Song's sword rings, but was not blocked by Han Song's sword rings. He knew that this was the secret of Dugu Nine Swords, an earth-level sword technique, or a special technique to crack the moves.

The swordsmanship and the small design of Han Song's sword are like nothing.

Qin Mo's strange sword escaped Han Song's eyes. When he saw it, he was already close at hand.

There was no time to block, so Han Song raised his head back as much as possible, and the sword blade passed across his cheek. "Pfft~~" The skin and flesh were cut like cloth, and a blood mark appeared on Han Song's face instantly. The skin and flesh rolled and blood flowed.

Han Song is a third-level peak martial artist, and his physical body has been cultivated to the extreme. However, Qin Mo's sword weapon can even cut through the skin of demons. No matter how well tempered Han Song's physical body is, it can be broken directly.

Taking a step back, Han Song's eyes narrowed and he stared at Qin Mo.

"Well done, President Qin Mo, beat him to death!"

"That's right, why are you pretending to be a fool when you come to our Imperial Martial Academy? Didn't you know that our president has never lost in Imperial Martial Arts?"

"..."

The Imperial Martial Arts students in the audience naturally would not miss this opportunity, and all of them taunted aggressively. In martial arts competitions, sometimes momentum is also important.

Wang Qichao and Wu Lei looked much uglier.

Wu Lei looked sideways at Wang Qichao and said doubtfully: "Brother Wang, Han Song won't lose, right?"

Wang Qichao's face was very cold, and he had already scolded Han Song in his heart. He knew that Han Song was careless, not only during the battle, but also not using his full strength at all.

Without using all his strength, Qin Mo took advantage of him by using his strange Yuan skills.

Wang Qichao stared at Han Song and cursed secretly: "If you don't use your full strength, you may die on the stage."

Perhaps he heard what Wang Qichao was saying, or perhaps he noticed something was wrong. Han Song contracted his muscles to squeeze the blood flow from his facial muscles, and his hand holding the sword became more and more tight.

Boom~~~

The majestic vitality flows down from his body, to his arms, to his arms, and even to the sword!

After reaching the sword, the flowing vitality gradually became extremely hard!
Chapter completed!