Chapter 100 (2/2)

All of a sudden, those silver lights burst out in an instant, as if countless sharp arrows were rushing towards him. When Jin Mian whirled the silver umbrella, he heard a dense explosion. The surface of the umbrella trembled so much that the handle of the umbrella could hardly be held.

However, what hit on the umbrella was not a sword, but a stirring raindrop.

Jin Mian lost his courage.

He knew that he was not as good as Mo Chen, but he never thought that the gap between them was so big that Mo Chen didn't seriously fight against it. If he does, how many rounds can he resist under him? Don't say to hurt him. It's hard to save his life.

He had seen Mo Chen compete with others. He was of the same generation because he was similar in age. Jin Mian had heard others compare them together more than once, so he paid attention to Mo Chen for a long time. When he found that he was similar to Wu Yunshen, he was more interested. At that time, he also had to admit that Mo Chen's sword technique was extraordinary, and he was top-notch among his peers, and he was slightly inferior to him.

However, even if Mo Chen is better than him, his strength is limited. At least Jin Mian thought so before tonight.

Now it seems that he underestimated the man. Mo Chen must have kept his hand when fighting with others at that time. He didn't give all his strength at all.

Jin Mian takes out his sword from the bottom of the umbrella, and Mo Chen's eyebrows move.

At this time, Jin Mian must have no time to fake his moves. What he is good at must be his familiar moves.

However, this is not the Kung Fu of burying sword valley.

If Mo Chen is right, this is the way of Wanshi villa.

I see.It's totally different for the two to fight. Jin Mian tied his hands and feet in the heavy rain, while Mo Chen was like a fish in water. The more he played, the more he was free. After several moves, Jin Mian splashed blood all over his shoulders, waist and legs. He was panting. The more he played, the more scattered his moves were, and he could not support it.

Mo Chen has no compassion for him. Jin Mian has more than one life on his hand. If he is left behind, he will be buried in the future. Mo Chen will never do the stupid thing of letting the tiger return to the mountain.

The silver umbrella in Jin Mian's hand had a big hole in it, and the umbrella bone was broken. Mo Chen's sword light crossed the surface of the umbrella, and a series of blue and blue sparks burst out, making a chilling sound of friction.

As soon as the umbrella surface was broken, the end of the umbrella shaft suddenly popped open, and a flying needle with a fishy sweet smell ejected from the umbrella shaft, covering Mo Chen's whole body up and down.

In the wind and rain came a sharp and short scream.

The one who fell down into the water in the ground broke a hole in his chest, and the blood gushed out.

Wu Yunshen also put his sword into the scabbard, and no drop of rain could fall on him.

He asked Mo Chen: ”did you get hurt?”

Mo Chen shook his head.

The flying needles didn't even stick to the corners of his coat - that's not to say the situation was not dangerous.

The flying needle is as fine as cow hair. It is highly poisonous. Even if it is stained with a trace, it is a serious injury.

But this one Peng needle, one does not remain, was blocked by a layer of water curtain in front of Mo Chen's body.

Mo Chen wants to remind him that Jin Mian uses the Kungfu of Wanshi mountain villa. However, Wu Yunshen's experience is obviously far better than that of him. Wu Yunshen probably knows what Mo Chen can see. He doesn't need to make any more of it.