Mo Qinghong was shocked and immediately raised his gun to resist.

Boom!

The barrel of the gun was struck.

The terrifying force shook him so hard that he almost lost his grip on the gun. When he took a closer look, he saw a thin long sword appearing in Bai Ye's hand.

That’s Guan Chengfei’s sword!

"There are eight more moves!" Bai Ye said with a smile, using the Jinghong footwork, people were like swimming dragons, and there were many phantoms. Mo Qinghong was dazzled and his heart was beating wildly.

This footwork...is the physical technique "Jinghong Footwork"? How can it be so powerful?

Whoosh!

At this moment, there was another chill in his ears, Mo Qinghong's soul power burst out, and he blasted away with his spear.

But it all came to nothing!

Make a sound in the east and attack in the west!

He felt a chill in his heart and turned his head to look, but the next second, he was hit by a sword in the abdomen, leaving a bloody hole.

Mo Qinghong retreated hurriedly, Bai Ye stood still, as steady as Mount Tai.

"Seven more moves!"

Say it again in the white night.

The voice was gentle, but to him, every word was like a needle.

Mo Qinghong's expression suddenly changed.

After only three moves, he was struck by a sword. If he was so embarrassed, wouldn't the remaining seven moves be fatal?

Bai Ye rushed over again, but he put the sword back on his waist and raised his fist to attack.

The sword has been retracted, and it is impossible to tell when he will draw the sword or where it will reach, and the sharpness of his fist cannot be underestimated.

At this moment, Mo Qinghong was completely confused.

Seeing the look in the opponent's eyes, Bai Ye knew in his heart that the winner was decided, and he struck away with his fist without mercy.

But in the midst of the lightning and flint, Mo Qinghong shot away, and terrifying soul power swept across all directions, the spear pierced the ground, and the Dragon Tiger Tower was rumbled.

Bai Ye was forced to retreat and stood firm. He smiled softly: "Senior Brother Mo, didn't you say you gave me ten moves? This is only the fourth move, and you can't hold your breath anymore?"

"Shut up!" Mo Qinghong was furious and rushed over with a gun.

Like an angry lion.

"You gave me four moves, and in return, I'll give you four moves too!"

Bai Ye said calmly.

"I want you to fall with one move!" He roared loudly, and his spear was like a dragon, swallowing mountains and rivers with rage.

Bai Ye put his hands behind his back, and started moving his footwork again. He was like a tumbler, leaning back ninety degrees without falling, and the spear passed by his face.

"one move!"

"die!"

Mo Qinghong held the gun and lowered it. Bai Ye, who was leaning back, turned over and twisted around.

boom!

The spear hit the ground and missed.

"Two moves!"

"Bastard!" Mo Qinghong was about to explode with anger, and the spear in his hand became even more violent.

But the white night was as slippery as a loach, flickering in the chaotic shadows of the guns without touching a single leaf.

"Three moves! Four moves! Five moves! Six moves..."

After the rain of bullets, Bai Ye was not damaged at all. He stepped aside and looked at Mo Qinghong calmly.

"Eighteen moves!"

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Chapter completed!