Mo Yuheng's heart was pounding. She had never fought before and was inexperienced.
But I have seen many people fighting before, and I have rehearsed several chapters in my mind through my spiritual sense, and learned a lot of combat experience.
Only the actual battle time is left, and I don’t want to miss the opportunity to fight with someone.
Then he turned around and fired his sword to block it, making a series of rapid ding-ding-ding collision sounds. The sword's light flashed on and off, sending out countless sparks that fell to the ground and exploded one by one.
"How is this possible?" The young man's mouth opened wide. This was his proud move that was easily broken by the opponent. He was unwilling to let the anger explode in his chest.
But Mo Yuheng seemed to have fallen into a mysterious and mysterious epiphany, with a cold light emitting from his sword pointer and a chill all over his body.
The young man felt that he was about to freeze. He was getting colder and shivering all over, and he felt that the pressure was getting bigger and bigger.
"The sword power is successfully condensed. Her momentum is the pressure generated by Leng Hanbing." Mo Rongyin said in a calm and cold voice, nodding with satisfaction.
"I didn't expect this girl to be so powerful. She could achieve enlightenment and form a sword so quickly." Mo Lingbai clapped his hands in admiration.
"Her talent is above mine." She was not jealous, but evaluated objectively.
However, some people can't calm down anymore.
"What is she doing?" Mo Zhixue asked Mr. Mo.
"I suddenly realized that this girl's talent in swordsmanship is extremely high. Even if we look at the ancient times, although she can't compare with those monsters, she is still superior." Mr. Mo rarely praised his opponent.
"Really? Then you have to be more careful with her in the future." Mo Zhixue couldn't help but rush in. The better the other party was, the more nervous and frightened she became.
"You don't have to belittle yourself. You are a rare genius in alchemy, and her talent in swordsmanship is as good as hers. In addition, my guidance will definitely surpass her in the future." Mr. Mo comforted him. After getting along for a long time, he didn't know the other person's character. Mo Zhixue was jealous and angry at the moment.
Sure enough, there is still a gap in character or talent. If I still had a choice, I would definitely choose Mo Yuheng.
When he opened the jade pendant, he made a desperate choice at the moment when it was about to disappear.
"Yes." Mo Zhixue felt much better.
Clenching his hands tightly, he will definitely try his best to surpass Mo Yuheng.
"I didn't expect this girl to be so powerful. Being stronger than his father is not as strong as one generation after another. This is the way to build a family." The elder couldn't help but admire him. He was praising her here while some people next to her looked extremely ugly and felt guilty.
They were the clan leader and several elders. Why was Mo Zangqing dissatisfied?
Mo Haoran, his twin-spiritual child born to Xiao Mingzhu, was not as talented as Yu She.
Back then, I was not as good as Mo Zangfeng, and even the children I gave birth to were not as good as this girl. Could it be that generation after generation would be suppressed?
Holding her hands tightly, why?
Seeing her expression, Mo Zhixue suddenly had an idea.
Usually he wants to attack Mo Yuheng and make her his puppet, but this girl seems to be very smart and realizes that it is difficult to attack in a place with people.
Since you can't do it yourself, you can ask the clan leader to do it for you.
However, the grievances between them must be found out first, which will be easier to control.
It seems that if you have time, you must ask your subordinates to investigate the grudge between Mo Yuheng and Mo Zangqing.
But the young man on the stage woke up and was extremely angry, and poured all his spiritual power into the flying sword.
The flying sword turned into an afterimage and hit Mo Yuheng's neck in an instant. It was only a millimeter away from cutting off the opponent's neck to relieve the deepest hatred in his heart.
"Despicable and shameless." Mo Lingbai cursed lowly and wanted to get up to help block it, but Mo Rongyin stretched out his hand to block it.
"Why are you stopping me?"
"Why do you need to take action? As long as the elders are here, they will protect her when her life is in danger."
Mo Lingbai now reacted and sat back on the chair: "I was too excited."
Mo Rongyin glanced at him without saying anything, and continued to watch the progress below.
"Clang!"
Mo Yuheng held his sword upright in front of him, and launched his basic sword defense with every move, which was so dizzying that the naked eye could hardly catch the trace of the sword.
All the attacks were blocked one by one, and then a sword cut through the sky with an unstoppable force, and the blue rainbow hit the boy directly.
The young man's face turned pale as he was pressed by the sword, and he immediately forgot to stop him, and also forgot to escape. His whole foot seemed to be nailed there, unable to move at all.
The blue sword light was about to touch the young man's throat, cutting the skin of his neck with a wave of blood flowing out.
At the critical moment, a screen blocked the way in time, preventing the tip of the sword from going any deeper.
The young man's legs and feet are weak. Don't sit on the ground and let your tears flow out and fall to the ground.
He muttered: "I give up, I give up, I give up..."
"waste."
The patriarch cursed that even a little girl of several years old could not live up to eating so much salt for nothing.
Many people have the same idea.
Mo Yuheng used his sword to throw a sword flower on his back, and the momentum he exuded disappeared instantly.
She returned to the image of a cute little girl, but she didn't look as ferocious as before, which gave people an illusion.
The young man wanted to take the sword back, but Mo Yuheng used the sword's power to control the opponent's sword and turn it into his own weapon.
The young man was startled again and took several steps back. He stumbled and said, "I don't want this magic weapon anymore. I'll give it to you."
Without saying anything else, he jumped off the ring, rushed into the crowd and disappeared.
The speed was so fast that Mo Yuheng didn't react. He stared blankly at the flying sword that he controlled floating beside him. Since the opponent was so generous, it was difficult to accept it.
Put the two swords into the storage bag and jump down from the high platform.
"You are really amazing. Can you teach me that trick you just used?" Mo Supu came to Mo Yuheng and admired him very much.
"I study swordsmanship. I learned everything here in the sword hall. If you want to learn, you can go there. But you have to think carefully. You can't give up on practicing swordsmanship and learn swordsmanship half-heartedly."
After hearing this, Mo Supu surrendered with both hands and said that he wanted to give up. He couldn't afford the cruelty of the sword cultivator.
"It's your turn next. Your opponent is at the same level as you. A good competition will be very useful for you this time. You can accumulate experience and gain knowledge."
"Okay, you won, so I can't be too embarrassed." Mo Supu was very cheerful. He immediately forgot about everything before and walked all the way to the ring.
The Qi Refining Level 1 match between Mo Supu and Mo Supu was very simple, and Mo Supu finally won and entered the next round.
Next, the other younger brothers, Mo Yuqiu, were not so lucky. They immediately gave up when they encountered opponents who were stronger than themselves. After all, the ordinary third level Qi refining is no match for him.
There was nothing exciting about the following game. After the game, a total of 198 people were promoted and 198 people were eliminated.
Drawing lots again, Mo Yuheng seemed to have better luck in the next match when he met an opponent at the first level of Qi training. The opponent immediately gave up, fearing that Mo Yuheng, a violent little witch, would beat him to pieces.
A total of 99 people were drawn to advance again. Mo Yuheng received a bye and did not have to compete.
There are a total of 50 people left, all the first and second levels of Qi Refining have been eliminated, and some of the more unlucky ones on the third and fourth levels of Qi Refining have been eliminated.
After a round of drawing lots, the opponent I met this time was an opponent who was at the peak of the third level of Qi training. His name was Mo Long, who was also from the Jade generation.
And this person is not simple. He always looks at her with a vague look in his eyes, with a hint of provocation. Does he want to arouse her anger?
