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Allen Chu stood behind him, slightly gloomy: "You have no intention, try again."

His soft and warm breath brushed the base of Mo Ran's ears. Mo Ran felt a burst of heat, and his Adam's apple trembled under the blade of the sword. He said with a low smile: "Master, don't rush to say so full words. Take a closer look to see if I am paying attention." ?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Wanning was shocked to find that the burning willow vine had wrapped around his arm without knowing when, and held him firmly in place, unable to move even half an inch.

Allen Chu stared at his arm for a long time, and suddenly his eyes lit up with a sharp light.

"Huh? Not bad, I take back the preamble."

Mo Ran smiled and said: "How can I accept it if I want to?"

"How are you doing?"

"I want Master to change clothes."

Allen Chu snorted coldly: "... Let's decide the outcome."

As he spoke, he poured his powerful spiritual power into his right arm, and he retreated when he saw the ghost. Then he suddenly swept back and distanced himself from Mo Ran. At the same time, a sword light flashed past, and the sword energy swept up in the air, towards Mo Ran. Cut it off.

Mo Ran had no choice but to raise the whip and raise it again. For a moment, the willow vine and the long sword jingled in the air. Neither weapon fed the spirit. The fight did not have the spectacular momentum of the spirit flow colliding with the flames and lightning flying together, but once Every move was at its peak, flowing smoothly, and Mo Ran was still holding the ceremonial robe for Chu Wanning to change with one hand, so Chu Wanning only used his right hand to fight with him, and in a blink of an eye, the two of them had taken down more than a hundred moves. It's so stuck that it's hard to tell the difference between up and down.

Chu night Ning's breathing was heavy, and a drop of hot sweat trickled down through his dark eyebrows, straight to his eyelashes, but he was struggling with Mo Ran and could not be distracted at all, and the sweat dropped through his eyelashes and seeped into his eyes. , he actually couldn't bear to blink, his eyes were like a night fire aurora, shining with frightening light.

Beidou Immortal Lord's fighting spirit has been completely aroused by his apprentice. He originally loved hearty battles and competitions. He was usually indifferent and aloof because it was rare to meet an opponent. And the ink burned like a fire, with a bang, lighting up his pool of strong wine, and the flames illuminated the sky in an instant.

When they hit the back, the long sword made an ominous creaking sound because it could not bear such a high-power impact. Finally, with a close blow from the two men in the air, it buzzed loudly and shattered into thousands of pieces between the two masters. Ten thousand points of iron powder are crystal clear!

"The sword is broken." Mo Ran said helplessly, "Do you still want to fight?"

Chu nightning's eyes were filled with smoke. He threw away the hilt of his sword. His white clothes were slightly open, making his body taller and taller. He said concisely and forcefully: "Hit."

"..."

Before Mo Ran had time to take back the ghost, Chu Wanning was extremely sensitive, as if he was pulling a full string, and the arrow came out of a crossbow. He was also like a cheetah in the forest and an eagle in the snow, attacking directly towards Mo Ran. Mo Ran hurriedly retreated to see the ghost, raised his hand to block, and the two people competed in a new way, fighting hard to separate.

Close combat is different from weapon combat. Strong and tall people are often more likely to take advantage. Moreover, the skills of Chu Wanning and Mo Ran are already almost the same, so this time, Chu Wanning obviously suffered. A loss.

Mo Ran smiled: "Master, don't fight. If you don't use spiritual power, to be honest, you can't beat me."

Chu Wanning was extremely angry: "The traitor is arrogant!"

"Don't be arrogant, don't be arrogant. If Master is angry, I will give Master ten moves."

"Mo Weiyu!" Chu Wanning became angry with shame, and his fists and feet were faster and harder.

Begonia flowers were falling one after another, as soft as the wind blowing snow. Under the tree, the master and the apprentice attacked with their whips and legs, using all possible means. After more than eighty rounds, Chu Wanning gradually felt that his physical strength was a little exhausted - he first practiced the sword for half an hour before Mo Ran came, and then used the sword to fight Mo Ran for more than a hundred times. He was really exhausted. Very tired.

But his eyes were very bright, his heartbeat was fast, and his handsome face was full of energy and brilliance.

The longer they fought, the more stalemate the struggle for strength became. Chu night Ning suddenly turned sideways, and his elbow fell to the chest and ribs of Mo Ran, but he was caught by Mo Ran.

The two of them were pressing against each other, their arms and legs trembling...

Chu Wanning's arm was held so tightly by Mo Ran, and his rough and slender fingers seemed to crush him and break his bones.

The ink-burning animality and desire to conquer were also burned in this flesh-to-flesh fight. He suddenly exerted force and finally restrained Chu Wanning's strength, and then suddenly backhand——

Chu Wanning was suddenly startled, and when he came back to his senses, he was firmly held in the sweaty arms of Mo Ran.

"Are you still fighting?" Mo Ran said with a laughing voice behind him. His back was close to Mo Ran's broad chest. His heartbeat was rising and falling. The young man's chest was as hot as fire and as strong as iron, like a burning rock. , you need to rub his whole body in and melt it away. The ink-burning lips and teeth were pressed against the back of his ear, and the hot breath he exhaled was all sprayed on the back of his bare neck, and because Chu Wanning had a high bun and no hair to block it, he could feel that the other person was as powerful as a tiger. The terrifying aura, the male aura that almost tore him apart.

Because of the sweat, the bào rì was sticky and wet like spring water...

"Master, do you still want to fight?"

"..." Chu Wanning bit her lower lip, her phoenix eyes turned red.

Damn it, he’s not willing to give in!

Just as he was about to fight again, the ink-burning lips came down at this moment. As if by coincidence, they brushed against his earlobe. The rough and warm feeling suddenly made his skin crawl. Chu nightning's hair stood on end, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Let me go!"

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