Me, sword fairy!

"Up until now, do you still have this idea?" Mo Qianzhong finally spoke, with a hint of...compassion in his tone?

Mo Lichou was not angry, but laughed, "What do you mean?"

Mo Qianzhong looked at him and asked, "Do you remember our last competition in organ skills?"

There was silence again.

The conversation between the two always seemed to have this long, as if there would never be a sound, death-like silence.

"How could I... Don't remember?" Mo Lishou said slowly.

That was a few years ago, some time after the Battle of Echo Valley.

That was the last time they played against each other.

At that time...The true identity of Mo Ge was exposed, and at the same time, the ancient kingdom monarch, human emperor, Su Wangyou, and Su Changge were surrounded and killed in Echo Valley.

And Mo Ge's previous order - that is to make Mo Qianzhong the next generation of Mohist giants, naturally became a joke.

At that time, there were only a few people who were qualified to be the giants of the Mo family - among them, Mo Qianzhong and Mo Lichou were the heads.

Although Mo Ge is dead, his authority is still there. The person he likes-that is, Mo Qianzhong, is mostly supported by a small group of people.

And don't mention Mo Lichou, no matter what it is, he is perfect, and he is the perfect candidate to inherit the position of giant.

After several days of discussions in the Mo Patriarchal Conference... they finally decided on the method of selecting the giant.

The Mohist had a foothold with mechanism skills, and the final comparison... naturally also mechanism skills.

In the end, they decided to use this method to decide the giants of the Mo family, which in fact represented - they were also more optimistic about Mo Lishou.

But... who would have thought that Mo Qianzhong would actually win in the end?

That was almost Mo Lichou's last chance to stand up, but... he lost.

He tried his best, but still lost to Mo Qianzhong.

"I... lost." Mo Lichou looked up at the sky, no one knew what he was thinking, "If I win...what will I be like now?"

"Perhaps you will become a good Mohist tycoon." Mo Qianzhong replied, "But... there is no if in the world."

It was deathly silence again.

Mo Lichou nodded and said, "You are right, but there is no if in the world, and there is no turning back for anyone."

He opened his arms, "I can't look back anymore."

Mo Qianzhong stared at him and paused every word.

"No one is asking you to turn your head back, you will definitely die in the hands of Zu Guangwu!" Mo Qianzhong suppressed his anger, "The crime you committed cannot be forgiven, and death is a relief for you!"

From the very beginning, Mo Qianzhong had no intention of persuading Mo Lichou to change his mind. He wanted to tell Mo Lichou from the beginning.

You are wrong, and no one will forgive you.

How can there be so many encounters and smiles?

Zu Guangwu, there is gratitude for gratitude, revenge for revenge, and never hesitate.

Mo Lichou seemed to have not heard Mo Qianzhong's words, he said to himself: "Why... I would lose?"

"For the past few years, I have been thinking about this issue, and I haven't been able to figure it out until today." He looked at Mo Qianzhong, "So I tried my best to get what I wanted, and came back here again, even for this. I have paid countless prices--I can expect that my death is inevitable, and the warriors of the Heavenly Dao Continent can't tolerate me, but that's okay. As long as I know the answer, it won't hurt to die the next moment."

There is no doubt that this body driven by hatred and fury has long been enchanted, and it can't even be described as a heart demon. It is not so much that the heart demon stepped on Mo Lishou, it is better to say that Mo Lishou is the incarnation of the heart demon.

If he wanted to kill Mo Qianzhong at this time, it was really just a matter of raising his hand - the Emperor and the World Destroyer were both beside him.

But he did not.

"Come on, Mo Qianzhong, this...is the last time we compare organ skills."

"The winner lives, the loser dies."

Mo Qianzhong didn't say a word, but slowly took out an organoid from his storage artifact.

The same goes for Mo Lichou.

What he took out was not the world destroyer who had exploded fighting power outside, but the ordinary organ man who was often used in the Mo family. It has been more than four years since he left Zuguang, but the organ man is still brand new as before.

They are twenty meters apart.

————The rules of the Mohist school are like this. In the competition of organ skills, the operators are 20 meters apart.

This distance is more appropriate whether it is to observe the opponent's actions to make a corresponding response, or to use language to influence the opponent.

After many years, the two are again 20 meters apart.

The two teenagers facing each other in the Mohist martial arts field gradually evolved, and finally became what they are now.

Under the ruins of Tianhu Mountain, two young men dressed in black robes with grim expressions looked directly at each other, with unlimited killing intent.

The old friendship is no longer there, and only the endless hatred is left.

Win or lose, but also life and death.

[I... is right!

[Mo Ge————You should choose me!

In a daze, Mo Lichou once again recalled the face of Mo Ge.

He walked over, ignoring the victorious himself, but ignoring himself, helped Mo Qianzhong, and then said that sentence.

"Mo Qianzhong is the next generation of Mohist giants."

I'm the……

I'm the……

ink!Home!huge!child!

Chapter 29 The Final Duel (Part 2)

Then, the two organs moved.

Different from those rigid world destroyers, and also different from those mechanics with inferior fighting skills, these two mechanics are just like a perfect fighter, one by one, simple and clean to the extreme.

boom!boom!boom!