Chapter 1241

"Tut tut Tut, it's lively now. It seems that Mo Qing's provocation is false. If he wants to calculate new enemies and old accounts together, most of them are the real purpose..."

"Interesting..."

Naturally, these conversations did not escape Chen Yu's keen perception.

After sifting out some useful information from the gossip of several martial artists, Chen Yu frowned and analyzed everything in front of her.

"Moyu Empire?"

"Second prince Moqing?"

The truth seemed to be covered with a cloud, waiting for Chen Yu to gradually reveal it.

In the face of fierce opponents with different momentum from before, Hu Tu didn't look afraid at all.

There was no panic on his face. His fingers were in the same area, and he stabbed Mo Qing like a sharp sword.

Mo Qing, who was about to launch the second wave of attack on Hu Tu, withdrew his fist style.

With a confident smile, his upper body tilted back and bent into a very exaggerated arc, which happened to avoid a sword finger of Hu Tu.

Then he leaned on the ground with one hand, straightened his body, and opened his arms like an eagle spreading its wings.

"Eagle attack!"

After saying that, the whole man pulled up several people's heights out of thin air, slightly bent his knees, and boldly stepped on the Hu road under his feet.

Feeling the vigorous wind coming from his head, Hu Tu directly popped his arms up and firmly caught Mo Qing's sharp falling feet.

"Plop!"

With such a sharp blow from Moqing, Hu Tu knelt directly on one knee, his arms trembled slightly, and Hu Tu, with a red face, gritted his teeth and supported him.

While watching the war, Chen Yu and others felt that the situation was a little bad.

Mo Qing, with his feet firmly on Hu Tu's palm, gave a stuffy hum, suddenly exerted strength on his waist, and turned his body in mid air again with a beautiful back somersault.

Mo Qing, who got rid of Hu Tu's entanglement, had one foot in the air and the other leg was ready to go.

A whip leg pricked and tore the air.

Mo Qing's right leg with amazing strength left a shadow in the air and threw it hard at Hu Tu's head.

Such a ferocious leg looks like an oath to break a * with one foot.

Hu Tu, who just felt relaxed in his hand, did not wait to get rid of some dark strength on his arm, but quickly turned sideways and raised his hand to parry Hu Tu's whip leg.

"Bang!!!"

Hu Tukan blocked the whip leg thrown by Mo Qing.

The strong force from his arm shocked Hu Tu's arm, which had already exceeded his load.

At last, Hu Tu, who had a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to attack, ignored the intense discomfort from his arm, clenched his five fingers into a fist and directly pointed to Mo Qing's knee joint.

Mo Qing's body suddenly twisted in mid air, causing Hu Tu's fist to fail and hit the calf muscle, and there was a dull noise.

"Pa!!!"

However, in a short period of time, the two fought so fiercely as lightning, which made the martial artists present look thrilling.

One by one, their eyes widened for fear of inadvertently missing any wonderful scene. Even the faint breath was quietly lowered for a few minutes.

Standing quietly aside, waiting for the result of this sudden competition.

Even those martial artists who stood in the front of the vacuum zone were afraid that they would fall on themselves if they didn't pay attention to the attack.

Pull back madly.

As a result, the warrior standing behind had to retreat for a distance.

Panic, but also a curse came.

"What are you doing?"

"Shit! You don't have eyes! You stepped on me, you know!"

"Don't squeeze! Hurry to reincarnate, you..."

After these short fights, I already knew that I might not be the opponent of Mo Qing's Hu Tu, and there was no reservation.

Thinking of the way Moqing mocked Xu Shengjie just now, he spread out his palm, a colorful streamer burst out, and a fairy short knife appeared impressively in Hu Tu's hand.

Seeing Hu Tu, he took out the third fairy weapon from his body in a twinkling of an eye. There was an uproar of envy on the faces of the onlookers around him.

"I'm going to the third fairy weapon! Is this guy a mobile fairy weapon library?"

"Who on earth is this person from? The strength of the fairyland, how come immortal tools emerge one after another..."

"This man is more angry than others! I can't even take out a half immortal weapon. This man has sacrificed three immortal weapons before and after! I don't live anymore..."

......

Hu Tu turned a deaf ear to the people's exclamation, and his whole mind was focused on the battle with Mo Qing.

With the help of immortal weapons, Hu Tu stopped defending blindly this time and didn't wait for Mo Qing in the distance to stand firm.

Hu Tu stepped obliquely and stepped on the Dragon step. His ethereal body shape was slightly blurred.

The colorful short knife with a little cold light on his hand, which cut the space, was generally tightly held in the heart of his hand by Hu Tu and stabbed at Mo Qing's chest.

However, as the second prince of Moqing and Moyu Empire, his treasure will not be less.

His hands were tied on his chest and changed rapidly, and a light golden light burst out from between his fingers.

"Tianxiao Baoliu mask!"

The golden light overflowing from the cleft of Mo Qing's fingers was attached to him. The whole person was like a God coming down to earth, emitting dazzling light.

At the critical moment when the colorful short knife in Hu Tu's hand was about to stab into Mo Qing's arm, Mo Qing, who was already dissatisfied with a layer of golden light, stood in place unprepared.

"Ding!!!"

A crash of gold and stone came from between them.

Hu Tu stamped the soles of his feet, and the battle platform under his feet was trampled out of the cracks. The speed also soared, and instantly appeared on Mo Qing's left.

The short knife flipped several times in the air, was held in his hand by Hu Tu, and scratched again towards Hu Tu's left rib.

However, what is as like as two peas before, still no significant effect.

"This..."

Hu Tu, who was obviously the first time to encounter this situation, only hesitated for a while and continued to launch a stormy offensive.

"Ding..."

"Ding..."

The sound of crisp gold and stone kept coming.

Under Hu Tu's fierce attack, the sparks burst out on Mo Qing.

Such a gorgeous scene surprised the dancers watching the war around.

Mo Qing just stood in place, hugged his shoulder, and let Hu Tu, who was holding a colorful short knife, attack him again and again.

Until Hu Tu's forehead had floated a layer of fine sweat, breathing heavily.

Mo Qing's cynical voice sounded.

"Enough? It's me!"

After saying that, he turned to face Hu TU with a stunned face and blew out his fists together.

Hu TU was also awed by the fierce wind.

Some exhausted difficulties raised their arms and overlapped their heads to resist Mo Qing's counterattack.