Killing the King and Shafeng: Miss Seven

The faces of the two of them were gloomy and livid, and the balls of light kept hitting each other and bursting, bringing the battle to a stalemate. Mo Qianye couldn't beat Mo Xingchen, and Mo Xingchen couldn't beat Mo Qianye either.

Fan Tianluo gently touched her chin with one hand, the silver cup had returned to her hand, and Bingyan King and Xiao Bodhi were looking at the two dull-looking elders in the silver cup.

Ximen Chuuxue and Mo Qingtian were in the room of Shengtian House. They were just sitting, not talking or looking at anything, like wooden figures. Fantianluo wanted to go in and have a look, but now Mo Xingchen was still in the game. And this game is too important.

In fact, she is also very worried now. She has seen that King Bai Yan is no longer good, but fortunately, Mo Qianye's strength has also fallen, but it is really unknown who will win between the two.

The two men on the field went from competing for light balls to colliding brutally with their armor-wrapped bodies at the end, making earth-shattering noises. Both of them had red eyes, and they seemed unwilling to give up unless they knocked each other down or killed or injured them. .

After Mo Qianye hit him a few times, his complexion once again turned abnormally red. He stepped back a few feet, and suddenly took something out of his arms and threw it into his mouth. His complexion seemed much better again.

Mo Xingchen narrowed his eyes and said: "It turns out that there are pills, so you are really prepared."

"Hey, do you think you can wait for this young master to be exhausted? Let me tell you, this is the return to the Holy Pill, each of which is hard to buy, and this young master only needs one to restore the strength of the third level in a short time. Do you think it is possible for you to win less money?" Mo Qianye showed an evil smile, because he still had the medicine, so he chose to fight against Mo Xingchen, and let him know that no matter how genius Mo Xingchen is, no matter how talented he is, Mo Xingchen will never lose money. Brilliant, even when the energy is exhausted.

Mo Qianye seemed to subconsciously have an urge to compete with Mo Xingchen, just to let Fan Tianluo see clearly that choosing him was more suitable for her than Mo Xingchen.

In fact, Mo Qianye himself doesn't understand what he thinks. He doesn't have to like Fantianluo, but it's just a kind of arrogance in his heart. He feels that he is the most powerful and handsome man in the world, and like Fantianluo The proud daughter of heaven, she should like an outstanding man like him.

His thinking caused him to have a hidden jealousy towards Mo Xingchen, who Fantianluo chose, and wanted to make him lose face in front of everyone. At that time, even if Fantianluo didn't choose him, he didn't care, because he had already won. Yes, it has been proven that he is stronger than Mo Xingchen. Fan Tianluo didn't choose her, it can only show that she has no vision.

Mo Xingchen smiled coldly and said, "Returning to the Holy Pill? Fifth Grade Pill?"

"You know what you're looking for. It's indeed a fifth-grade elixir. I still have two more, haha." Mo Qianye was still a little proud.

Mo Xingchen also laughed, and the figure slammed into him fiercely again.

Mo Qianye was a little puzzled, and said with a sneer, "Since you want to seek death, then I will help you!" After Mo Qianye broke out in fighting spirit again, the two collided hard again.

The continuous collision lasted for a cup of tea, a stream of blood flowed out from the corner of Mo Xingchen's mouth, and Mo Qianye Jun's face was as pale as paper. Even after taking the second pill, he still couldn't stop consuming it, and the breath of both of them was a little sluggish.

Mo Xingchen felt that the seven-star barrier in his body had been loosened, he couldn't help but let out a roar, and rushed towards Mo Qianye again.