He repeated his old trick and rotated his wrist again, knocking Bai Mo's sword away violently, and then made a sudden sweep, and the sword made a crisp chirping sound.
Bai Mo knew that he would not get any benefit, so he quickly stepped back.
Wu Yu quickly chased after him, the sword in his hand was as flexible as his limbs. It was clearly a mahogany sword, but it gave him the feeling of a soft sword. It was like a tentacle, forming an airtight sword curtain, attacking everything Bai Mo had.
Crucial.
Faced with such a fierce swordsmanship, Bai Mo could only resist temporarily and looked a little embarrassed.
On the other hand, Wuyu's movements are still very calm.
"How dare you compete with me with such strength?" He taunted while waving his sword.
Bai Mo was unmoved and responded indifferently: "Your level is also far from worthy of the name of Sword Immortal."
"That's just a vain name, but it's enough to suppress you."
"Yeah?"
A sneer appeared at the corner of Bai Mo's mouth.
Under the airtight sword curtain, he suddenly gave up his defense and stabbed Wuyu's left chest with a sword.
This blow carried unparalleled power, and also carried the determination of life and death, like a beast's dying counterattack——
He actually planned to trade his life for his life!
When Yang Yiyi saw this scene in the distance, her heart suddenly rose to her throat.
Bai Mo was already at a disadvantage before, but now he gave up resistance. The tip of Wuyu's sword was only an inch away from his heart in an instant. If he took another step forward, it would pierce his chest.
However, the speed of Bai Mo's desperate blow was astonishingly fast. He almost threw the sword completely away, abandoned the sword in his hand, and launched an attack on Wuyu in a posture that completely gave up defense.
For a moment, both of them were in danger.
If this continues, the biggest possibility is that both of them will suffer losses.
"If you take the wrong approach, you will never reach the level of elegance."
Wuyu frowned. He did not hesitate. After all, he had no intention of exchanging lives with the other party. He dodged and opened the distance between him and Bai Mo.
What Bai Mo performed was not swordsmanship in the traditional sense. Whether it was the sword throwing before or the life-for-life just now, they were extremely radical swordsmanship, involving death and no life, and too violent. It was far from the essence of swordsmanship.
Far.
"What is the elegant hall?"
Bai Mo did not pursue, but just stood there and shook his head and said, "This is a battle, so just pursue victory - is what you did in the past the so-called elegant hall?"
Wuyu said calmly: "At least as far as swordsmanship is concerned, I am still pure."
"That's because what you're holding is not the Green Lotus Sword - if that girl was standing behind you, you would never tell me anything elegant, but you would win at all costs, right?"
Bai Mo glanced at the peach wood sword in his hand that was about to disintegrate, and said slowly.
Wuyu was silent for a moment, and seemed to sigh: "Is it because ten thousand years have been too long? You are really talking more and more."
Bai Mo in the past definitely didn't preach that much.
But he didn't refute.
It was because he cared too much about the constraints of worldly rules that Qinglian became what he is now. If that is the case, he might have long since abandoned the so-called elegant hall.
"It seems that in a sense, we may be the same kind of people," he said.
"Same kind of people?"
Bai Mo repeated his words and seemed to be smiling, but Wuyu didn't see the smile on his face.
The next second, Bai Mo's figure disappeared.
There is no winner between the two yet, so this time he will start the offensive.
Wuyu stepped forward to fight without fear.
After these rounds of fighting, he found that Bai Mo's understanding of swordsmanship was indeed top-notch, but it was not up to his own level. This guy's swordsmanship was more like a mixture of various swordsmanships, and even had traces of flying swords, so the swordsmanship
The method is very strange, with almost no fixed style, making it difficult to detect.
He was very curious about how this guy mastered such weird sword skills...
From a distance, Yang Yiyi watched the dazzling battle between the two, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart. They clearly have amazing extraordinary abilities, and their swordsmanship can reach such a terrifying level. These two guys are simply monsters.
The conversation between the two seemed to mention ten thousand years ago many times... Are people from ten thousand years ago so perverted?
Yang Yiyi curled her lips and suddenly felt a little silent.
If I had such power back then - no, even one tenth of it, would I have been able to gain freedom very early and in turn protect my brother, and wouldn't my brother have to die?
...but in fact there is never an if.
"You and I are not the same kind of people."
Bai Mo's attack was more fierce and unorganized than before. He opened Wuyu's sword tip with one sword and was about to thrust out, but found that the peach wood sword in his hand had already been overwhelmed and actually broke into two pieces at this moment.
cut.
However, he seemed to have expected this admiration. He grabbed the broken sword tip with his left hand and threw it forward hard, while the broken sword in his right hand continued to thrust out without stopping.
Wuyu's expression remained as usual, and the Taomu Sword rotated slightly in his hand, knocking away the flying sword tip, and then just used the hilt to block Bai Mo's thrusting sword edge.
The two people looked at each other, and the atmosphere in the scene became colder and colder.
In the following time, the two engaged in rounds of confrontations. The peach wood swords were shattered one after another, and there were some wounds of varying depths on their bodies, but they quickly healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
To put it bluntly, things like the Taomu Sword cannot cause much harm to them.
Suddenly, Wuyu's eyes narrowed.
He was keenly aware that Bai Mo's physical body seemed to be recovering faster and faster. This was not an illusion.
Could it be that...
"Interesting, are you using this battle to regain your strength? It turns out that this is your purpose..."
His tone was a bit colder.
"You have to exercise after eating to facilitate digestion." Bai Mo said indifferently without any embarrassment after being exposed, "Besides, this will not affect the sword fight between us."
Wuyu snorted coldly, looked at the hilt of the sword in his hand and said, "If the sword is broken, what's the point of competing with it?"
Behind the barrier, Yang Yiyi was inexplicably embarrassed. She always felt that she might have to bear an unshirkable responsibility...
After all, it was she who gave the peach wood sword.
"But the quality of this sword is obviously very good. If I'm to blame, it's because you two are too perverted..."
She muttered angrily in her heart.
Chapter completed!