Wu Ni Huang Fei

Chapter 657 Zongmen Competition [28]

Then, today is her exhibition match alone.

As she said, the rest of the time is his performance alone.

A person can cope with eight consecutive games in a day without rest, which is a fantasy for anyone present.

However, it is they who think that the so-called Arabian Nights has appeared today, put the facts in front of them, and use their strength to tell them that it is not that they are dreaming, but that they are too weak, so they think that no one can do it.

In the third match, Mu Chu of Nine Heavens Peak had gone through five moves under Mo Fenghua's hands.

In the fourth round, Wuliang Zong Yixue was defeated by Mo Fenghua after only two moves.
In the fifth round, Fei Lianmen was addicted to shadows, and Mo Fenghua was hit by a move before he was seriously injured. He was also one of the two most seriously injured by the eight Mo Fenghua opponents. Who made him the Feilianmen's people.

The sixth one, Wuyou from Xianshui Palace, is the same as the previous one, and she is seriously injured and knocked down. The reason is the same as above, who made her a disciple of Xianshui Palace.

The seventh Wan Zizi and the eighth Baili Yuan were unable to surpass Mu Chu's five strokes when Mo Fenghua was injured.

One after another, elites from various sects were knocked down from the arena by Mo Fenghua like throwing rubbish. Her shots were decisive, ruthless, fast and accurate. After her eight duels were over.

The other five people in the arena haven't switched to the second group yet, but Mo Fenghua has already solved all this.

After the eighth Baili Yuan was kicked off the ring, the entire arena was silent, without a single sound.

Just a moment ago, he was complacent and wanted to see Mo Fenghua's physical strength exhausted, his spiritual energy exhausted, and the head of Feilian sect who was seriously injured, but now he was so shocked that he couldn't even speak.

Only Luoyun was not surprised by such a result, it seemed that he had expected this scene a long time ago.

He sat there leisurely with a cup of tea, as if sitting in the sky, everything had nothing to do with him.

Proud and arrogant just like Mo Fenghua, she stood alone on the ring, using her cultivation and her arrogance to tell those who harbor evil intentions that no one can stop her from ascending to the No.1 position in this competition.

Mo Fenghua flew down from Leitai Mountain under the eyes of thousands of people who were surprised and terrified. That red dress was full of vigor and majesty, just like Yanyang who was still promoted to high school at this moment. Her demeanor was overwhelming and unmatched.

Mo Fenghua came to the stunned Guang Yuanzi and the others who were watching, sat down and took a sip of a cup of tea, then said: "Look, I said it, there is no difference between eight games and four games."

Guang Yuanzi finally came back to his senses. He looked at Mo Fenghua with horrified eyes, as if he was looking at a non-human being, "Eight games, did you spend less than half an hour?"

"Yeah, isn't that bad?"

Guang Yuanzi immediately shook his head, "No, no, it's great, it's really great."

Mo Fenghua put down a cup of tea and a bowl, "That's good, you guys stay here, I have something else to do, so I'm leaving first."

Mo Fenghua stood up, her eyes just collided with Qing Feiyan's complicated and fearful eyes in mid-air, Mo Fenghua raised his chin at her, and the corners of his lips curled up, sending her a provocative smile.

That smile was equivalent to a sentence to the incomparable Qing Feiyan who was shocked by Mo Fenghua: It's up to you, what do you use to fight with me.

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6. There may be more today. If it is too late, girls, don’t wait. Let’s see it tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)