The sword energy was also changing directions as Diao Yayun controlled, and the target was Mo Yang.

Seeing the sword energy rushing towards him, Mo Yang knew that he could not escape.

But he understood more clearly that if he had to endure, the battle would probably end.

"There's no more..."

With a low voice, Mo Yang's body rose up.

"The sunset is green!"

The third style of Qingyun Sword Technique, Qingyun Sunset.

One falls into the sky, two falls into the ground, three falls into the sky!

One move is divided into three moves, and the three swords are swinging out in one stroke.

Dingding Ding Ding...

After three consecutive moves, the powerful sword energy quickly rushed into the front like a falling meteor.

Such a strong impact defeated the dense sword energy, and the direction of the sword energy changed, and it sped around the ring.

Swish...

Two figures rushed out, stood on both sides of the ring, and swung the remaining sword energy to dissipate.

At the same time, Diao Yayun took another step forward, and the endless sword energy actually flew out of the air again, heading towards Mo Yang.

"I see how many sword energy you can block me!"

Diao Yayun snorted coldly, and the blue-patterned sword rotated again, with the sword energy scattered and unstoppable.

Kakka...

At the same time, on the other side, Mo Yang waved his long sword and kept blocking the sword energy of Diao Yayun's sword, but there were too many sword energy.

For a moment, even if Mo Yang used the blue clouds and sunset again, he could not completely resist it.

"waste!"

Suddenly, a shout sounded, Diao Yayun stepped on the ring, and the ground cracked, and his figure floated lightly like a flying swallow, and his long sword came out straight, stabbing Mo Yang's chest.

At this moment, Mo Yang was guarding against the endless sword energy all over his body, so he could not guard against Diao Yayun's attack. He could only watch the sword as he stabbed him.

puff……

Finally, a sound spread, and blood bloomed like a rose. A long sword penetrated Mo Yang's chest, and the blood couldn't stop flowing down.

A thud sounded again, Diao Yayun pulled out his long sword without mercy, bringing up a bloody flower.

The winner is clear!

Plop!

Mo Yang's face was pale, and the sword energy around him slapped ruthlessly on him, and the surface of his body was cracked like a spider web.

It was the terrifying scars caused by the wisps of sword energy.

Mo Yang spitted blood at the corner of his mouth, knelt on his knees, and wanted to say something, but he couldn't move.

With a sword stabbed into the vital points, and with hundreds of sword energy, he was already on the verge of death.

"Teacher, aren't you going to announce the result?" Diao Yayun said coldly: "I think the winner is clear, right!"

Yes, the outcome is clear.

Even if Mo Yang is too stubborn, he is only in the fourth level of physical body's breathing realm. Facing Diao Yayun, who is the sixth level of genius, he has no hope.

"The third game..."

"Slow down!"

Suddenly, when the instructor could no longer bear to see Mo Yang's scarred appearance and was about to announce the result, a shout suddenly rang out.

"I haven't lost yet!"

Suddenly, Mo Yang, who had originally looked listless, shouted loudly and blood spurted out from his mouth.

Gradually, his knees were straightened and his sword was holding, and he actually stood up from the ground step by step.

"I can still play, I haven't lost yet!"

Almost said a word, Mo Yang couldn't help but vomit a mouthful of blood, and his face became a little whiter.

"Things that don't know what life or death!" Diao Yayun sneered: "I don't know what kind of heartless pills your tutor Mu gave you, you're crazy, don't you?"

"Then I'll show you who is a genius and who is a waste!"

Diao Yayun smiled, holding a long sword in his hand, and stepped forward: "Since you don't admit defeat, I will destroy your arm and make you unable to hold the sword. I think you still admit defeat!"

The sword came out, Diao Yayun's figure flashed, and the blue-patterned sword approached Mo Yang's sword-holding handle, trying to cut off that palm.

"call……"

At this moment, Mo Yang let out a breath and stood there motionless.

"What is this guy doing? Want to die?"

"Who knows, I'm not an opponent, but I'm still unwilling to admit defeat. This guy really can't figure it out!"

"I think Mu Yun really can't hold this face down. I guess he gave them a death order before the game. He can only die, not lose!"

Seeing Mo Yang standing there like a fool, the many students around him could not help but close their eyes.

This game was destined from the beginning, and Mo Yang would undoubtedly lose.

"kill!"

With a low shout, Diao Yayun walked forward with his sword, unstoppable momentum.

"kill!"

In an instant, when Diao Yayun was about to approach Mo Yang, suddenly, Mo Yang's eyes opened and a sharp aura suddenly appeared.

bite……

puff……

Two voices suddenly rang out the next moment, and at this moment, the scene instantly quieted.

"ah……"

The next moment, a clang sounded, the sword hit the ground, and a scream suddenly sounded.

Diao Yayun kept covering his right wrist with his left hand, and blood flowed out, wetting the ground of the ring.

What was born?

Why did Diao Yayun suddenly get beheaded on his wrist?

Seeing Diao Yayun lying on the ring crying, all the students were foolishly in place.

"Sword Intention!"

Suddenly, in the crowd, a tutor exclaimed, and couldn't help but stand up and look at Mo Yang, stunned.

"Sword Intention?"

Hearing the instructor's shout, a burst of exclamations broke out among the students.

The so-called sword intent is a warrior's ultimate understanding of swords and swordsmanship. When a warrior understands the sword in his hand and the sword in his heart, quantitative change causes qualitative change, it will lead to an unusual understanding of swordsmanship.

The sword intent is extremely terrifying.

If there is no one in the entire Nanyun Empire who can become weapon refiners.

Then there are very few swordsmen who can comprehend the sword intent!

Once a swordsman realizes the sword intent, it is destined. In this life, he is definitely a peerless sword god. It goes without saying that he is so terrifying.

Just now, Mo Yang's sword was infinitely copying the move that Mu Yun practiced for him.

He always remembers what Mu Yun said.

"If you can understand something from this move and defeat Diao Yayun, it is not impossible!"

I see!

I see!

Mo Yang was ecstatic.

At that moment just now, he felt the clarity in his heart. The sword in his hand seemed to have become a part of his body. So at the moment of swinging the sword, he had no worries in his heart, only that sword.

And that sword was so fast and so sharp that Diao Yayun had no time to react.

"Did you admit defeat?"

Holding a long sword in hand, Mo Yang walked to Diao Yayun, pointed his sword straight to his jaw.

At this moment, Diao Yayun's cut off palm fell aside, with blood on his wrists.

"Waste, admit defeat?"
To be continued...