Xu Zimo walked out of Shixin Pavilion and looked up at the hazy sky.
In the mist, the entire sky looked like a giant beast, with thick clouds rolling in.
Roaring.
He opened his arms and the air was slightly cool.
There is a cool breeze blowing from the north, and a few green leaves are dancing in the air.
"Good morning, Brother Xu," Lu Ze came out from behind and greeted with a smile.
Xu Zimo nodded slightly.
"Brother Xu, are you ready for today's battle?" Lu Ze asked.
"What do you need to prepare to kill an ant?" Xu Zimo replied casually.
"It seems that Brother Xu is very confident," Lu Ze stared slightly and chuckled.
"It has nothing to do with self-confidence. If he becomes an immortal, it would still be interesting.
A divine vein is really not worth mentioning," Xu Zimo waved his hand.
"Brother Xu also has divine veins," Lu Ze continued to ask.
Xu Zimo smiled lightly and said, "You seem to be very curious."
"I'm just concerned. After all, it's a life and death battle," Lu Ze waved his hands quickly, not daring to ask any more questions.
Under the gloomy weather, the deafening drum beat sounded again.
"Rumble" echoed throughout the Holy Stone Mountain.
"Let's go," Xu Zimo looked at Monk Dazhi and walked towards the mountain.
At this moment, the entire Stone Clan also gathered here.
Because every battle is related to the life and death of the Stone Clan, they pay special attention to it.
The wind and sand in the sky drifted past the center of the field.
The land fell into a dead silence.
People from the Stone Clan and the Yu Clan faced each other from a distance.
It was still the same crowd as yesterday, far away, and Yu Feihuang's voice penetrated the crowd and resounded all around.
"Brother Shaoshuo, who are you sending to die today?"
Shi Shaoshuo snorted coldly: "It's not certain who will die."
He turned to look at Xu Zimo on the side and said solemnly: "Master Xu, please."
"Okay," Xu Zimo waved his hand and walked forward.
On the Yu clan side, Xu Zimo was seen coming out.
Emperor Yu Fei frowned slightly and asked: "Who is that guy?
Why haven’t I seen it before?”
"I'm not sure, he probably isn't from the Stone Clan," someone said from the side.
"We invited foreign aid," Yu Shaoqing chuckled.
"It's really interesting that there are still people who dare to help the Stone Clan at this time."
"Be careful and win with absolute certainty," Emperor Yu Fei said from the side.
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The dust in the sky floated in front of the two people,
Behind him were shouts and cheers from the two tribes.
The sound echoed under this sacred stone mountain.
I saw Yu Shaoqing raise his right hand, and all the sounds suddenly stopped.
"Brother, you seem to be very unfamiliar," Yu Shaoqing asked.
"I wonder where you are from?"
Xu Zimo did not answer his question, but asked: "Are you afraid of death?"
"What did you say?" Yu Shaoqing frowned slightly.
"Why ask so many questions," Xu Zimo replied.
"You're going to hell with everything anyway. It doesn't matter whether you know it or not."
"Crazy," Yu Shaoqing shouted coldly.
The long sword in his hand came out of its sheath, and the sword came westward, killing Xu Zimo.
The long sword pierces the void, and the sword is focused on one point.
Xu Zimo chuckled lightly, and the spiritual energy surged in his hand, and he clamped the long sword that the opponent was thrusting at him.
The other hand turned into a palm and slapped Yu Shaoqing directly.
The wind and clouds in the palm of my hand are throbbing, creating a majestic power.
Yu Shaoqing quickly stretched out his right arm to defend himself.
With a "boom", endless spiritual energy burst out instantly, and Yu Shaoqing's figure flew out directly.
He quickly stood up from the ground, stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.
He smiled and said: "No wonder you are so crazy, you still have some ability."
"Come," Xu Zimo waved and said.
Yu Shaoqing looked slightly serious, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.
The figure flickered into countless afterimages, and the long sword spun from the palm of his hand, killing Xu Zimo.
This sword is very simple and unpretentious, but it is this ordinary sword with a shocking edge.
Xu Zimo slapped it hard with his right hand, a palm condensed with endless spiritual energy.
The palms and swords collided and were annihilated at the same time.
Yu Shaoqing's movements were neither hasty nor slow, and his expression was neither happy nor sad.
His sword moves also don't have any fancy moves.
It’s just ordinary cutting, stabbing, lifting, pressing, collapsing, pressing, splitting, cutting………….
These are the thirteen most basic sword moves.
The thirteen basic sword moves are the moves that every novice swordsman will practice.
But at this moment, in Yu Shaoqing's hands, there is more artistic conception.
"The origin of swordsmanship," Xu Zimo chuckled.
"I have seen many people who use swords, but you are one of the few who can understand the origin."
The so-called origin means that all sword moves have been seen through.
Someone who can even create his own sword moves.
Any earth-shattering pulse skill is created by people.
"A bit discerning," Yu Shaoqing said lightly.
"But that's all."
Xu Zimo chuckled lightly, "Really?"
With a "clang" sound, the sound of Ba Ying's sword being unsheathed came from behind.
Immediately afterwards, the hell-like sword intent gathered.
"The sword knows no difference, how about you try mine."
Xu Zimo laughed and said.
To be continued...