Mo Yuheng's expression was calm and without any panic. If it were normal, she would definitely act like a pig and eat the tiger, making the other party think that she would win before fighting back.
Now that his master was pressing down on him, Mo Yuheng didn't dare to behave too badly.
If the master is ridiculed, she will suffer later.
I couldn't help but sigh in my heart and straightened my back.
He quickly rushed forward and swung the sword in his hand.
Quickly: "Sword One."
Mo Yuheng gave a sweet shout.
The sword in his hand accurately collided with the opponent's attack: "Boom" exploded instantly.
Mo Yuheng quickly ran closer.
This made the young man who practiced law feel a little nervous. He used many battle modes to stand on the same spot and kept shooting arrows, but the opponent broke his previous method.
I didn't expect that Mo Yuheng could have such a powerful force and confront him head-on.
There was no sign of being at a disadvantage at all, so he couldn't help but become vigilant.
The bow in his hand kept firing many attacks.
Mo Yuheng accepted it without blushing and came to the other party easily.
"Winds and lingering clouds."
The sword in Mo Yuheng's hand was like a very powerful wind, sweeping away in all directions.
The powerful artistic conception of sword light and wind forced the opponent to put a lot of pressure, and he was extremely panicked and wanted to use his spiritual energy.
The spiritual energy in the body is always dispersing and cannot be condensed. The body seems to be a leaf that is constantly being swept up and floated by a powerful tornado.
Being thrown out heavily, the young man who practiced law stood under the ring unwillingly.
He bit his lower lip tightly with his teeth, showing an unwillingness to admit defeat.
My eyes were wide open, and I didn't want to believe it.
He clenched his hands into fists: "How is it possible? How is it possible? I used so many moves in the fighting mode, and I was invincible. How could I lose in front of her?"
The boy's heart was hit hard.
The Foundation Establishment Perfection monk floating slowly down from mid-air was still satisfied with this wonderful battle.
Mo Yuheng's quickness and decisiveness, and the attack patterns of the Dharma Cultivator boy would make the new disciples below feel equally wonderful.
Their cultivation level is low and they cannot see the difference.
Only the Golden elixir monks and Nascent Soul monks on the high platform showed shocked expressions.
Constantly discussing: "This..., did I see it wrong? Jian Guang, that was Jian Guang just now."
"Your eyes are right. It is indeed the sword light realm, and you have already comprehended the third level of the sword light realm."
"You are truly worthy of being the direct disciple of True Lord Fusang, and you have not dishonored this title at all."
"You are right. It is better and better for our sect to have talents in large numbers, so that the next generation can pass it on from generation to generation."
"Okay, very good." The sect master breathed silently, very happy.
Lord Yuanshui's originally smiling face cracked, and he regained consciousness after a moment of sluggishness, making it impossible to see his gaffe.
He clenched his hands tightly: "Zhenjun Fusang really has a good disciple. He has reached such a level without making any noise, and he has hidden it so deeply."
Fusang smiled gently and brushed off the dust on his hands: "Thank you so much for the compliment, Lord Yuanshui. Unfortunately, my disciple is usually too naughty, so I shouldn't praise him too much, otherwise he will become arrogant and arrogant. .”
These words were a slap in the face, Zhenjun Yuanshui felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.
But running away for the sake of face would not prove his fault, so he sent a message to Xu Huai: "You will win this time."
This is an order and cannot be returned.
Xu Huai felt even more stressed: "It's the master."
He didn't flinch at all and never left the sword in his hand.
He can't lose, absolutely can't lose.
The two people's eyes collided, and strong sparks broke out.
Mo Yuheng smiled faintly and returned to his standing position.
Those who made the bet and Mo Yuheng won were very happy, but most of them had a look of bitterness on their faces.
I didn’t expect that Master Fuso’s address was not so simple and so powerful.
If he had known earlier, he would have made a bet that she would win, but now it was too late.
There are still some people who are calm. It is just a competition between Qi practitioners, which cannot be compared with foundation building.
Just watch.
Soon, Yichuan and Xiaoyao came on stage to win one after another, and the rest of the competition quickly ended.
A total of one hundred and twenty people passed the first round of screening competition, and the remaining sixty people took turns to get their tokens.
Xiaoyao secretly lamented that it was a pity that he did not meet Mo Yuheng, the opponent he had been looking forward to for a long time.
I really want to defeat the opponent in this battle. It will be embarrassing if the direct disciple of Fuso Lord is not ranked in the top ten.
"Mo Yuheng, you are lucky. But if you wait, I will definitely defeat you."
Mo Yuheng still took it indifferently, as if he didn't hear the other party's words, and watched everyone come down one after another with tokens.
After everyone gathered for the competition, it was Mo Yuheng's turn soon.
Mo Yuheng flew up, the sword in his hand about to explode.
As the opponent had expected, the shield weapon in his hand unfolded.
It constantly rotates on the body, protecting 365 degrees without blind spots.
The first move collided, and the sword in Mo Yuheng's hand was withdrawn and entangled with the opponent for hundreds of moves.
When the other party was secretly proud, Mo Yuheng instantly saw a flaw in the other party.
The corner of his mouth was slightly hooked, and he stabbed out with a sword: "Violent wind and thunder."
The sword in his hand turned into sword light and flew very fast, piercing the opponent's weak spot.
There was a deafening roar in an instant, and the opponent spit out a mouthful of blood and stood staggering: "How is that possible?"
He covered his chest tightly with his hands, and quickly input his spiritual power to continue to control the somewhat ineffective shield to resist Mo Yuheng's attack.
Then he saw one of the other party's flaws: "Ride the wind and leave."
This move was performed so quickly that the opponent was unable to parry and hit the protective shield hard.
The spiritual energy on it was quickly exhausted by this attack, and it fell to the ground with a thud.
Then Mo Yuheng's sword power increased instead of decreasing, piercing the opponent's sternum and striking hard.
The boy flew out and fell to the ground, and the blood from his chest flowed out of his femur.
With his spiritual energy exhausted, he couldn't find any way to stop the blood flowing out of his chest, and his body continued to struggle.
The consummation cultivator on the high platform screamed secretly, and immediately appeared behind the young man and used his spiritual power to seal the opponent's acupuncture points to stop the bleeding.
The young man quickly reacted, quickly took out the jade bottle from his storage bag, poured out a few small pills of rejuvenation, stuffed them into his mouth, and turned them into medicine to repair the wound.
Still a little frightened, I stumbled and was helped up and left unwillingly.
The silence down there was terrifying. They didn't expect Mo Yuheng to be so fierce when he struck, scaring them so much that they didn't dare to move.
I originally thought that everyone felt the same fear towards Mo Yuheng, but it turned out that Mo Yuheng became more ferocious time after time.
As a result, in the next few rounds, many disciples did not dare to compete and simply admitted defeat.
Mo Yuheng felt very wronged. Why did everyone look at him with fear?
He didn't mean it, he just couldn't control his strength well.
But others had been injured in the battle before, and many were more serious than her opponents.
It wasn't too abrupt for her to act like this. There were risks in battles, and the fight between them could only minimize the risks.
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(End of chapter)
