"The tyrannical sword cuts through the sky."

The sound of Mo Dao's shout was like thunder, and he slashed with the knife.

The awn of his domineering sword is ten feet long. Not to mention its power, it is very intimidating to look at. The buzzing sound of the sword is shocking to people's hearts. The power of the sword is fierce and the momentum is domineering. It really has the power to split mountains.

Zhao Yun did not move, only the true essence was flowing from his palms and fingers.

Unfortunately, he did it with his bare hands, and the falling sword light was firmly grasped by him.

In an instant, the power of the sword was completely removed.

"this."

The whole place was silent, and most of them had their mouths slightly open.

The Sky-Splitting Slash! Mo Dao's overbearing sword was broken by Ji Hen with his bare hands. Judging from his expression, he was so relaxed. This is too damn strong! His hands are made of pure black steel.

made?

Shocked, the whole audience was shocked.

The most surprising thing was the ink knife.

He was as silent as he was, showing his disbelief. For the first time, he felt that his sword was just a decoration. His level was higher than that of Ji Hen, but he didn't hurt the opponent at all, but the power of the sword was taken away by one blow.

"Could this be the true spiritual realm?" The elders of the inner sect were horrified.

The elders were all like this, not to mention the disciples present, their eyes widened in shock.

After the shock, there was a long silence. Everyone underestimated the person named Ji Hen!

Buzz!

The long silence was broken by the sound of a knife.

The Sky-Splitting Slash was blocked, and the Tyrant Sword was knocked out of the fighting platform and stuck diagonally on the ground.

"I lost."

Then came Mo Dao's hoarse words.

The gap is too big, even the Tyrant Sword Splitting the Sky is not enough to see, so it's still a waste of time.

When masters compete with each other, one move will determine the outcome.

"You are very strong."

The taciturn Mo Dao showed a smile for the first time.

This sentence is very strong and has many meanings. I don’t know how strong it is, so strong that it makes him very powerless.

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and walked off the stage.

He couldn't defeat Ji Hen, and he wouldn't be able to defeat him either.

There is a tacit understanding between masters and masters, and one splitting the sky will test the depth.

"No! Just two more moves!"

The people below stopped working and started banging the table and making noises.

You are Mo Dao! How can you admit defeat? Pick up the knife and keep doing it!

If you want to fuck me, do it, but I won’t do it anymore.

Mo Dao did not answer, and his silence represented this sentence.

The strongest blow was easily neutralized. Tell me how you can fight like this.

"I'll lend you my knife."

Mo Dao flicked his sleeve, and the buzzing sword flew onto the battlefield.

"Thank you."

Zhao Yun was not polite and accepted it with a smile.

The domineering sword is heavy and powerful, and it will never live up to the name of the domineering sword.

"That's it for today, we will fight again tomorrow." Wu Xuantong's words spread throughout the venue.

Wow! There's another one that's even more annoying.

Everyone was in a frenzy, everyone came to the last one

It's time to show up, why are you here to show off like this?

"We will fight again tomorrow." Wu Xuantong said in a domineering voice.

As soon as these words came out, the whole audience cheered and fell down, they were all stunned.

Zhao Yun, who was closest to Wu Xuantong, was also shocked, his eyes were blackened, and his head was buzzing. No matter how evil he was, he could not compete with the peak Ksitigarbha, and his own sonic roar was powerful enough to kill him.

Whoosh!

Chu Wushuang looked like a ghost and had left his seat.

When passing by the battle platform, he glanced at Zhao Yun and said, "I really underestimate you."

"Have you ever looked down upon me?"

Zhao Yun stood up straight in an instant, his momentum could not be defeated.

After saying this, he covered his head and swayed around again. He felt dizzy.

"Tomorrow, I will let you know what it means to be powerful." Chu Wushuang left a word and turned around to disappear. She is the proud daughter of heaven! Her aura is infinite, and her arrogance makes the disciples present cannot help but look up to her.

"Tomorrow, I will also let you see what it means to resist beating." The momentum! You can never lose. Zhao Yun said this from his heart. Not only can he fight, he is also a strong person who cannot be beaten to death.

"The show is over." Many people had already stood up.

Before leaving, I didn't forget to take a look at Zhao Yun, with so much meaning in his eyes.

Who knows that Chu Wushuang's final opponent is actually a true spiritual realm, a true wonder of the world.

It is precisely because it is not expected that it is the most surprising.

Some people, like Mr. Chen Xuan, also paid a lot of tuition fees.

Some people, like Wei Teng, also paid a lot of tuition and got a good beating by the way.

Zhao Yun also came down.

Maybe he was shocked so hard that his eyes were still filled with stars at this moment.

When many disciples left, Wu Xuantong's face was as black as coke, and he was howling for nothing. We were so shocked that we couldn't tell the difference between east, west, north and south. Someone like you deserves to be struck by lightning.

Wu Xuantong disagreed: I am in charge. I have the final say.

"Stop saying anything and drink."

When Su Yu shouted something, everyone swarmed.

Before Zhao Yun could even lift his feet, he was carried away.

It's Yunyan. Although she is quiet and gentle, she is also very professional in the technical work of carrying people. She is carrying it with one hand and sliding it. If you look at it from a distance, you don't know it. She thought she was carrying a rabbit? It's really eye-catching.

According to her words: There will be a competition tomorrow, drink your sister’s wine.

"I am a talented person after all, so give me some face." Zhao Yun grinned.

Yun Yan didn't answer, but carried her out of the venue. Face? Do you still have face?

Mu Qinghan coughed dryly, and Chi Yan and Ling Fei also laughed dryly and hurriedly followed.

The figures dispersed and everyone went back to their homes.

Just wait! Tomorrow will be a great show.

After returning to Zizhu Peak, Yun Yan put down Zhao Yun. Wisps of true energy poured into Zhao Yun's body to soothe fatigue and scars. No matter what happens tomorrow,

Win or lose, you have to stay at your peak.

However, Zhenyuan walked around and saw that this guy didn't have a single scratch on his body.

"What a freak." Yun Yan murmured, showing how strong his little disciple's background is.

It is getting late, and smoke is flying from every peak.

Zizhu Peak is no exception, with four figures busy in front of the stove.

Like Zhao Yun, like the purple-haired kid, they are just two of them. ??

"How can you fight so well?"

During this period, Ling Fei asked Zhao Yun more than once.

Every time, Chi Yan and Mu Qinghan pricked up their ears and wanted to know.

"I can eat it," Zhao Yun said seriously.

The implication of the words is also obvious: if you can eat like me, you will definitely be able to withstand beatings.

The four of them curled their lips, knowing that this guy was deceiving them.
To be continued...