With a stern face and a slender figure, Feng Mo stood quietly on the spot, surrounded by an increasingly violent wind!
Xiang Bohuai's mountain-like calm momentum stagnated slightly. He stared at Feng Mo with a look of horror in his eyes.
After all, he had just witnessed the opponent's fight as a senior not long ago.
A very good battle, especially for Dzogchen masters of Tongmai Realm!
However, Feng Mo at this moment is not in the Tongmai realm at all! This amazing courage and the figure slowly floating in the air as the wind became more fierce!
He is a powerful master who is only a small level lower than himself!
"Eight years ago...that couldn't be you!" Then Xiang Bohuai had some kind of guess in his mind, but he quickly denied it because the truth was too ironic.
Then Feng Mo's cold words disrupted all his guesses.
"In order to step into the Xiantian realm, I walked through the forty-seven realms of Daxuan, challenging one hundred and twenty-six warriors in the Great Perfection of the Tongmai realm, and thirty-three warriors in the early stage of the Xiantian realm.
After that, all one hundred and fifty-nine people died under my sword, which also allowed me to break through my innateness.
I was nineteen years old that year. "
At this moment, the wind was like a turbulent wave, flooding all around. Under the moonlight, two fascinating cold lights appeared in Feng Mo's hand. Those were his swords!
Just when he finished speaking, Feng Mo's figure disappeared. What he captured with his mind was only a strong wind swallowing him up. Hidden under the storm was the ubiquitous sword light!
clang--!
The silver sword behind Xiang Bohuai had already been unsheathed, and the thick blade blocked Feng Mo's swift first kill in time!
The moment the two knives struck each other, Feng Mo's figure appeared, his fine steps kicked up flying dust. After he quickly turned around, the short knife in his left hand penetrated Xiang Bohuai's back of the head at an unexpected angle!
Predatory killing·Sparse madness!
The cold sword energy made all the hair on Xiang Bohuai's body stand on end, and at the same time it aroused the strong hatred he had accumulated after eight years of silence!
At this moment, he turned himself into an indestructible sharp blade, and the oppressive sword force confronted Feng Mo head-on. The moment the silver sword in his hand opened Feng Mo's right hand sword, he struck with a decisive sword move. !
He didn't block Feng Mo's left-hand sword, but defeated it head-on, killing both of them!
Maybe Feng Mo could insert his left knife into the back of his head, but Feng Mo would also be cut in half by his own knife!
He is gambling!
The duel between swordsmen not only competes with exquisite moves and powerful strength, but also the determination of both sides!
Being able to die with a great master who is less than thirty years old is worth it to Xiang Bohuai! Not to mention that the other party is the murderer and enemy that he has been obsessed with for eight years!
After Feng Mo's eyes passed over Mo Yunlan and Yue Piaoling, who had withdrawn their palms at the same time, he narrowly avoided Xiang Bohuai's cut in half by drawing back his left sword!
"You are less than thirty years old, so he is probably also less than thirty years old. It seems that the Grand Master is not the end of martial arts."
Xiang Bohuai didn't mention the revenge of killing his disciples again. His energy completely locked onto Feng Mo. After taking a glance at Yue Piaoling, his somewhat turbid eyes were full of yearning.
Feng Mo didn't answer, but just clenched his swords tightly. When his right foot gathered strength, the strong wind rising into the sky instantly enveloped him, and he once again became an uncaptured wind!
clang! clang! clang! clang!
The crisp sound of gold and iron clashing continued to sound. Xiang Bohuai blocked Feng Mo's knife after knife, but at the same time, his expression became more solemn.
Just because Feng Mo's speed seemed to have no limit, and with the fierce wind, it was only a matter of time before the sword light filled with strong killing intent successfully wiped his throat!
He could block Feng Mo's ten, twenty, or thirty knives with full concentration, but he had no confidence that he could still maintain this gradually rising momentum after one hundred or two hundred knives!
At this moment, they are not only fighting with swords, but also competing for the unstoppable power of the swordsman!
'Can't be so passive anymore! '
As Xiang Bohuai took a deep breath, boundless demonic intent suddenly appeared in his eyes, and his pupils turned into deep pitch black. The silver knife in his hand that originally shone like moonlight also became dimmed under this demonic intent. Like the underworld fire!
Feng Mo stepped with his right foot and retreated at an extremely fast speed. The demonic energy that was like sinking into hell had already affected his increasing sword power!
At this time, he looked at the black air waves pouring out from Xiang Bohuai's feet, and he said thoughtfully:
"Besides the Ruthless Slash, the stronger forbidden move of the Forging Sword Hall: Domination of the World? No, this feels more sinister than the Demon Sword..."
In an instant, a cold air began to emerge, and despair shrouded in all directions!
Ada and the five northern barbarians who were farthest away continued to fight while starting to move away.
As for the ferocious beasts that were watching eagerly, not a single one of them escaped in an instant.
As for Xiang Bohuai, who caused all this, he held up the long knife that was dyed pitch black in his hand, and murmured in a low voice as if unconsciously.
Just as Feng Mo expected, this is indeed not the world-dominating one, but the even more terrifying Abi Dao Three Swordsman!
There seemed to be countless evil ghosts imprisoned in the depths of this knife. They were howling, screaming, and miserable. They looked at everything around them with extremely desperate and ferocious eyes. They hated the world, and even more hated this depraved world. hell!
When this hatred was swung out with the long knife, it had turned into darkness that seemed to swallow up the world!
"Wind, leave it to me!"
I don't know when Yue Piaoling appeared in front of Feng Mo. After his space ring flashed, a cold light blade appeared in his hand!
The same sword move, the same hatred, the same despair, even better. The moment the long sword was slashed out, the blade turned into fragments and flew out!
Three swords on the nose channel vs three swords on the nose channel!
If Xiang Bohuai's sword is the darkness that swallows the sky and the earth, Yue Piaoling's sword is a bloody feast where all ghosts revel!
The moment darkness enveloped them, countless evil ghosts bitten everything in sight. They were not afraid of the darkness, but they were also bound by it!
In the confrontation of one move, Yue Piao Ling was slightly inferior!
But Yue Piaoling is not the only one Xiang Bohuai has to face. The calm breeze stirs up a corner of darkness, and the cold knife in the wind tears them all into pieces!
"No, Ah Da's side..." Yue Piaoling looked surprised.
When he and Feng Mo worked together to block Xiang Bohuai's three blows from Ah Bi Dao in the demonic state, Mo Yunlan, who was alone, decisively pounced on Ah Da, who was once again entangled by the five northern barbarians!
But before she could close the distance between the two sides, the long music of the piano echoed around the world, and sound blades were seen attacking Mo Yunlan from all directions!
Accompanied by the chilling and beautiful music, a strange sigh sounded in Mo Yunlan's ears: "Hey, I should have a poetry account, at least I am too... forget it."
On the cliff, clouds filled the air, and there were four vague figures standing among them, as if they were real and illusory, like flowers in the mirror, flowers in the water, and the moon.
"It has been confirmed that there is no other help in the secret that can deal with her." Hearing this voice, Mo Yunlan, who had just escaped the sound attack, looked at the man in white with anger in his eyes, the gentleness between his eyebrows. , the words he spoke were as calm as a clear lake.
This made Mo Yunlan's expression gradually become distorted, and she struggled to squeeze out two words: "Qin Fan!"
