"It's time to end this game."
Xu Huai didn't understand what Mo Yuheng said. He just shocked the other party and resisted his sword energy.
His eyes narrowed, he was unconvinced and wanted to step forward, thinking that the consequences would be that his body would be cut into pieces.
Suddenly the thought came to an abrupt end, and he slowly retracted his half-step.
Thinking of something, he exclaimed: "You are a body builder."
"It's a pity that you reacted too late. Aren't you going to be sent to me for a beating?"
Before he could react, Mo Yuheng held the hilt in both hands and raised the flying sword high: "Three thousand fell into the water."
The sword in his hand became huge, dazzling with ice-blue light.
He slashed hard at the opponent.
"ah……"
Xu Huai gritted his teeth and refused to admit defeat. He kept the sword in his hand and refused to take a step back even if he was covered in blood and his hands were split.
But the huge pressure sword in the sky kept pressing down, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood and keep retreating.
He held on to his hands and refused to let go of the sword.
"No, I won't give up. I am the most correct address the master said, and you are just cannon fodder who only deserves to be stepped on by me."
Always keep your faith and never give up.
Unfortunately, he was eventually crushed and fell to the ground unconscious.
The huge point in Mo Yuheng's hand fucked the opponent's head hard, and Xu Huai died just a millimeter away from being stabbed.
One hand grabbed the sword fiercely, and took it away tightly to destroy the spiritual power on it.
"Junior sister, stop it, the opponent has already lost."
The Perfect Foundation Establishment monk in mid-air was sweating profusely. He was just a little bit away from driving Xu Huai into the underworld with this sword.
Mo Yuheng took advantage of the situation and put away the long sword in his hand, clasped his hands into fists and "accepted."
The free and easy back view of the Li Yuan Perfect Foundation Establishment monk was shaken, shook his head, and threw away all the images in his mind.
Xu Huai, who was seriously injured and unconscious, was taken off the ring.
Mo Yuheng put his feet on the ground, slowly floated his body, jumped forward quickly and landed on the ground.
Many people down there were extremely quiet, and slowly and suddenly the sound exploded.
They talked excitedly with each other, and some even cried out.
How did they make the bet, and why did the bet not work?
The monks and referees who have completed the Foundation Establishment are still not satisfied. The game just now was really exciting.
This is the powerful power that Qi training can unleash.
It's really incredible.
True Lord Yuanying constantly comforted each other and admired Fusang: "True Lord Fusang, I am truly worthy of being your disciple."
Among Fusang and Yourongyan, only Yuanshui Zhenjun was sitting on the side with a very embarrassed look on his face.
He held his hands tightly and put them into his sleeves, with a calm expression on his face.
It was hard to tell what he was thinking at the moment. Someone looked at him meaningfully: "Zhenjun Yuanshui, it seems that your disciple needs to study hard."
Hearing this sentence, he gritted his teeth and said: "Yes, the competition is just about competing with each other to improve oneself. The blame is that he doesn't have the ability to learn from this and work hard to become stronger next time."
To say that he is so free and easy makes the ground bleed from the heart.
In the past three months, I have been constantly giving guidance to Xu Huai, hoping to make his strength improve by leaps and bounds and defeat Mo Yuheng.
As a result, reality slapped him hard on the face, which was completely different from his imagination.
Xu Huai was defeated instead and was in a very embarrassed state and was now unconscious.
Some people who know Yuanshui Zhenjun better are disdainful of ridicule.
If you really know how to pretend, then keep pretending and see how long you can pretend.
Next came the second game of the 6th round. Mo Jue and Xiaoyao flew up at the same time.
It was a very exciting game, and Xiaoyao was willing to try to win this game.
He jumped down from the high platform with eyes full of pride and reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth: "Sure enough, I still meet you. Even if God is so cooperative, you won't lose the next game embarrassingly."
Mo Yuheng remained silent, closed his eyes and continued to practice the falling sword technique.
Xu Huai has performed all the Falling into the Water sword techniques twice and continuously laid a solid foundation. Now he can easily master the sword techniques.
Seeing that the other person had his eyes closed and remained motionless, Xiaoyao snorted and was not angry at all.
See Zhen Zhang on stage.
Finally it was the last round of the competition, and the two men took turns leaping up and standing on both sides of the ring.
The people looking at each other cheered.
So excited, this is the last round.
Who will win?
Many people had questions and quarreled with each other.
Everyone thinks that one of the two parties will win, and each has his own opinion.
Because we are about to see the truth.
Xiaoyao snorted coldly, the sword in his hand was a light sword.
The shuttle back and forth is very light, and it is obvious that the opponent is a good hand with the block sword.
The whole body exudes a happy mood.
Mo Yuheng felt the artistic conception of the other party, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
The opponent quickly moved to Mo Yuheng's left and slashed Mo Yuheng's neck with a sword.
"Clang."
The two swords clashed with each other, exploding with countless sparks.
Then Xiaoyao made many moves, one by one, which were easily picked up by Mo Yuheng.
"hateful."
Feeling very unwilling, I doubled my speed.
When the speed is increased to the extreme, Mo Yuheng's docking will feel difficult for a while.
Quickly activate the artistic conception of Kuai, and an artistic conception that is stronger than the opponent rushes out.
Washing away the opponent brings pressure.
A sword thrust out and stuck close to the opponent's neck skin.
Bringing up a burst of blood, droplets flew out and fell on the stage.
Xiaoyao felt a chill in his heart and quickly retreated, not daring to fight the opponent head-on.
No wonder Mo Yuheng was able to defeat Yichuan. Regardless of his sword cultivation level, his own strength should not be underestimated.
Mo Yuheng also quickly stepped back. As expected, the opponent was truly capable.
Moreover, when fighting him, every move was carefully planned. It is not like a foundation-building monk like Yichuan who only acts superficially and runs rampant.
It is because of this that we can step on points and defeat the opponent.
And the other party is also a foundation-building monk, so it is better to confront him head-on.
On the contrary, the pen moves like a wandering dragon, coming and going freely.
It seems that he wants to delay time and wear down his own spiritual power.
After exhausting his spiritual power, he becomes the opponent's fat sheep.
So that's it, Mo Yuheng snorted coldly.
The other party is right to do this, but will she fulfill him?
Obviously not.
Then it depends on who is faster.
Mo Yuheng turned into a wind spirit root, and his body suddenly accelerated.
Ling Xiaoyao didn't expect it. He saw a sword light stabbing at him so fast that he almost couldn't react.
He quickly put the sword in front of him and used his hands to support Mo Yuheng's attack.
If it were someone without physical training, they would suffer from this move.
After all, women's physical strength is not as good as men's, but here Mo Yuheng is the home court, the monk who exercises her body.
The corners of his mouth curled up, and the tip of the sword slid along the back of the opponent's sword.
Countless sword lights flew out and pierced the opponent's neck.
Xiaoyao felt a chill in his neck and was horrified. Every time the sword came out, he could barely resist Mo Yuheng's attack.
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