Chapter 1457

Some things are doomed to be unable to stop, can only see it happen.

Cailing'er sighs

"Now, we can only watch it quietly."

What else can we do to stop it?

I'm afraid that as soon as they come to power, they will have to be besieged by thousands of lower bound warriors.

By then, it will be increasingly unpredictable.

"Ah."

Hearing this, Ning Qi sighed. It seems that they will be punished if they go back.

……

Mo Nan and Fang Zhenghua, who are fighting each other on the stage, are not clear about everything that happened under the stage.

After another fight, Fang Zhenghua puffed away, still trying to stick to it.

However, in his eyes, he could not help but fear.

In fact, when Mo Nan called many primates for a long time, he already felt the pressure like a mountain.

This has nothing to do with courage, even if it is to do Monan, in the face of a person with endless spiritual power, will subconsciously feel afraid.

To put it bluntly, what founder Hua is afraid of is not Monan, but Monan's constantly rolling and faintly condensing Jackie Chan like primates.

But in fact, it doesn't make any difference, because these spiritual powers belong to Monan.

At the moment, different from Fang Zhenghua's difficulties, the old rascal is very leisurely. He wields his sword again and again with his endless spiritual power. He is afraid that he will have to repeat it hundreds of times before he feels tired.

Of course, it's a bit exaggerated. The spiritual power on his head is not enough for him to consume endlessly.

After all, the spiritual power of the lower world is really exhausted.

Besides, he didn't have to wield so many knives, because Fang Zhenghua couldn't carry it for so long.

Less.

Mo Nan waved a knife again, then stopped. He meant to give Fang Zhenghua a chance to breathe. He threw the knife in his hand and said:

"To tell you the truth, I led you all the way to Wudao. Even if you don't recognize me now, you can't beat me."

How can a master lose to an apprentice?

Hearing this, Fang Zhenghua unconsciously frowned and was impatient.

Again.

He wanted to shout directly to let the young people across the street understand that he came from the upper boundary and could not have any intersection with the latter.

But when the words came to his lips, he felt inexplicable guilty.

Because he only has half a year's memory. Half a year ago, he did not remember what he had experienced, what relatives he had and what friends he had.

He only remembered that since he went to leilingzong, all the people in leilingzong treated him as their relatives.

That feeling, let him subconsciously indulge in them, become dependent.

It's hard for them to rely on each other since childhood. Although Zhou Wei has a lot of bones, she is still better. She can rely on him. But who can Fang Zhenghua rely on?

As a result, when he went to leilingzong, he took it as his home for the first time.

At the same time, he doesn't want to find his former home, for fear that it will have even a little impact on him now.

This is what the old rascal did not expect.

He thought that Fang Zhenghua just forgot what he had done, so as long as he proved that he had recognized him, Fang Zhenghua would accept his treatment.

In fact, the more he aroused Fang Zhenghua's suspicion, the more Fang Zhenghua resisted him.

By the way, resist Zhou Wei.

But now, after frowning, Fang Zhenghua suddenly turned his attitude and said in a deep voice:

"Well, if you say you know me, tell me who else I have alive."

When the old rascal heard this, he felt very relieved. He thought it was this guy who finally believed what he said and figured it out. When he thought of girl Zhou, who was still sleepless at night in the hotel, he said quickly:

"Yes, you have a sister. You've seen her before."

"It's just that you're not a thing. Even if you don't recognize your sister, you'll do it to her..."

He is talking on and on.

It's sudden.

Fang Zhenghua didn't know when he was not far in front of him. With a wave of his hand, a thunder light with the thickness of his arm came directly.

Want to sneak?

Just then, Mo Nan sneered. At the next moment, his figure had already flashed out of thin air for several meters, easily avoiding Fang Zhenghua's attack.

Joking, on sneak attacks, playing psychological warfare, he can be the teacher of all the martial arts present today.

In terms of playing dirty, ten founder Hua will not be his opponent.

However, after Fang Zhenghua continued to attack, Mo Nan also lost patience and sank his face

"It seems that it's useless to continue to grin. My patience has been completely consumed by you."

"In that case, I'll knock you unconscious and carry you back to the hotel!"

Anyway, when Fang Zhenghua faints, isn't he going to deal with it at will? It's much easier to think about this. Mo Nan no longer hesitates and takes a deep breath. In an instant, a cloud of spiritual power in the air enters from his mouth. At this moment, the aura of the old rascal's spiritual power keeps soaring, once approaching Liao Xian, who is half a step ahead of Wu Zun“ No name Dao technique, the fourth Dao The fourth Dao can only be used by wuzun. At the same time, the fourth Dao is also one of Mo Nan's deepest feelings, because in the dream where he got the nameless Dao technique, the middle-aged man who pursued old Mo tou used the fourth Dao. One knife, the world changes color. Wuzun's strength has been able to touch the origin of the spirit power, which has some influence on the world. At this moment, Monan forced out the fourth knife. Hang and chop. Suddenly, it seems that a middle-aged man who can't see his face clearly appears in front of Mo Nan. Strangely, after the middle-aged man appeared, he looked back like a wise man and gave a surprised voice: "eh?" For a moment, everyone on the scene didn't feel anything, but the old rascal suddenly burst his scalp and got goose bumps. It felt like, in the dark, someone looked at him from a distance. Then, the middle-aged man nodded happily and turned around, but did not immediately repeat Monan's action, just like a demonstration. The first one, the slash. Second knife, stab. Third knife, backhand The whole set of sabre technique is nine sabres, which he used again without using his spiritual power. Then he turned back. Monan's eyes have become at a loss and seem to fall into a very mysterious state, like a thirsty sapling, trying to absorb nutrients. The middle-aged man nodded more and more happily. He couldn't see his facial features clearly. His mouth seemed to move. If there was someone who was close to him and knew lip language, he would understand. What he said was: "cloud family, there is a queen!" With these words, the middle-aged people who gathered their spiritual power seemed to return to normal, facing the front again and wielding a knife. Hang and chop“ It's broken Under the stage, cailing'er and others are still frowning, waiting for the result. Ning Qi has stood up with a sudden fright, and the two words are written on his face. He didn't know that Mo Nan's Sabre skill would suddenly become so deep. In fact, Mo Nan's Sabre skill didn't change either, because Mo Nan's action of hanging and chopping just now seemed ridiculous to him. But no matter whether the old hooligan's movements are standard or not, the middle-aged people who are gathered together on the stage wield their swords. Every movement makes Ning Qi obsessed. Master. The real master of sabre technique!