On the stand, everyone's eyes fell on the long sword in Mo Wenshuang's hand! A faint wave of light flashed, a trace of water vapor came out, and a mist like a flaming flame surrounded him.
"He also has a magic weapon in his hand!"
"There will be something good to watch this time."
Some monks were talking a lot, and those who knew the inside story were gloating about the misfortune. One was Yu Chengtai's grandson, and the other was his apprentice. The two men fought fiercely. No matter which side lost, Yu Cheng
Tai's face doesn't look good. I really don't understand who arranged the order of the competition and actually put these two people into a group.
Xiao Jingxuan's slender body stood proudly upright. She wanted to call Yu Deshui back, but was stopped by Chen Li.
"Let the two of them continue. I want to see who will win when both have magic weapons."
Chen Li became very interested and walked to a place slightly closer to the fight between the two to watch.
Mo Wenshuang, who was in the field, looked livid at the moment. Yu Deshui's sudden attack just now almost killed him. If he hadn't used the Li Shui Sword at the critical moment, the consequences would have been disastrous. Under his eyes, murderous aura burst out.
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On the other hand, Yu Deshui on the opposite side had an angry look on his face. Even though he didn't want to use the Eight Spirit Bells, he still couldn't kill Mo Wenshuang.
"Mo Wenshuang, I finally forced you to use the Li Shui Sword. That's fine. Let's have a good fight today."
"The general is defeated!"
After squeezing out four words from between her teeth, Mo Wenshuang suddenly sneered.
"Hmph! It was because I accidentally got into your trap last time."
Yu Deshui was not convinced, and with a flick of his consciousness, the Eight Spirit Bells instantly flew back to him. He stretched out his hand and slapped the clock body lightly, buzz! The bell chimed loudly, and then the small bell turned around and transformed directly.
It's more than ten feet long.
At this moment, I could see the patterns of eight ancient true spirits engraved on the surface of the giant clock, each of which was lifelike and alive. Waves of huge spiritual pressure came out, and even the light curtains around the venue trembled a few times.
Mo Wenshuang didn't look at the lightness he said, but as soon as he glanced at the Eight Spirit Bell, he knew that it was powerful. He knew in his heart that a magic weapon with such a powerful power could not control many people with Yu Deshui's cultivation level.
For a long time, as long as he can survive his strongest blow, the rest of the time is nothing to worry about.
However, if you want the opponent to launch the strongest attack, you can only use a lure.
Having made up her mind, the divine sea in Mo Wenshuang's body erupted with dazzling golden light, and the surge of spiritual power continued to pour into the Li Shui Sword. For a moment, the diffuse water vapor almost occupied a two-foot radius.
Standing in the blazing blue mist, Mo Wenshuang looked like an evil god, with a terrifying gaze.
"I didn't want to use this trick, but it's okay, I just want you to know which one of us is the loser."
As he spoke lightly, Mo Wenshuang's consciousness moved, and the endless water vapor around him immediately surged and changed, finally transforming into the shape of a two-foot-long blue dragon.
"Spiritual transformation! Mo Wenshuang can also become spiritual!"
Surprised sounds erupted again from the surrounding stands. He Yu Deshui's spiritual transformation began to change, and the things he transformed with the help of the power of the magic weapon were even more powerful.
Ouch! A faint dragon roar rang out, rushing straight into the night sky and echoing endlessly in the sky above the entire martial arts field.
"No! This boy's Three Immortals Sword Art is the third level of strength, otherwise he would never be able to comprehend the sword's intention!"
Chen Li's eyes shone brightly, and he looked at Mo Wenshuang as if he were seeing a monster.
"Yu Deshui! You and I are both in the same realm, and I believe that the spiritual power in your body is almost the same. If you don't use all your strength to resist my blow, you will have no chance in the future."
Mo Wenshuang said coldly, and at the same time pointed one hand at Yu De Shui in the void. In an instant, a two-foot-long blue dragon rushed towards Yu De Shui with its teeth and claws. The body of the dragon with surging waves was reflected by the sunlight.
Below, it looks extremely dazzling, and in the roar of the dragon, it is like a real dragon coming into the world.
Yu Deshui frowned. He had never thought that even though he had the Eight Spirit Bell, he would still be beaten by Mo Wenshuang. The anger in his heart rose sharply, and he quickly raised one hand, and a spell was thrown into it.
Arriving at the Eight Spirits Bell.
Buzz!
The giant bell chimed, and as it rotated, on the side of the bell, the phantom of an ancient unicorn holy beast jumped out. This unicorn shadow appeared vividly, and was not inferior to the dragon transformed by Mo Wenshuang Ling.
Ouch!
The Qilin raised its head and roared, kicked out its hooves, and rushed towards the roaring blue dragon.
boom!
In the blink of an eye, the two forces collided together. The figures of the dragon and the unicorn became blurred at the same time. Finally, they completely collapsed into dots of spiritual light, floating in the void. Spiritual power burst out in the field, with vast energy fluctuations.
The surrounding restricted light curtains were almost broken.
Protected by a cloud of water vapor, Mo Wenshuang quickly retreated to the edge of the field, focused his eyes and looked towards the opposite side. Through the chaotic spiritual power, he saw Yu Deshui hiding under the Eight Spirit Bells, his face slightly pale.
Panting heavily, the aftermath of the explosion did not affect him.
At the same time, Yu Deshui also saw Mo Wenshuang, with murderous intent in his eyes, and with his consciousness connected, the Eight Spirit Bells flew high into the sky and came down towards Mo Wenshuang.
Feeling that danger was coming, Mo Wenshuang gritted his teeth slightly. It seemed that today's battle was destined to be a life-and-death battle. He stretched out his hand and struck at the red flying sword not far away, and the flying sword suddenly flashed to the other side.
Nearby.
Jumping onto the Feijian, the Li Shui Sword in his hand flashed with green light, and when pushed with all his strength, it was like a burning flame.
"drink!"
He let out a loud shout and immediately rushed towards the Eight Spirit Bell. The moment he was about to come into contact with the bell, Mo Wen Shuang Lun slashed directly at the giant bell with the Li Shui Sword in his hand.
Buzz!
The big bell buzzed, and with this slashing power, Mo Wenshuang almost used all his strength to knock the Eight Spirit Bells away diagonally. The next moment, he kept moving, chasing the Eight Spirit Bells that flew out.
The spiritual bell struck again.
After several times in succession, Mo Wenshuang relied on his tyrannical body and the power of Li Shui Sword to actually knock the Eight Spirit Bell back to its original size.
Everyone was dumbfounded when they saw this scene. Mo Wenshuang was like a tireless monster. Even Chen Li was shocked when he saw it. Although Mo Wenshuang also had a magic weapon in his hand, the collision between the two magic weapons would not be easy.
Not everyone can bear the power that explodes. It seems that this child's physical body has indeed reached a terrifying state.
When Mo Wenshuang struck out with the last blow, the Eight Spirit Bells hit the light screen with a bang. It was not equal to De Shui using his spiritual consciousness to activate it. A figure flashed in front of him, and soon a cold long sword had arrived.
The cold sword light on his chest made his face turn pale, and there was fear in his eyes.
Mo Wenshuang's mouth was bleeding with blood, his clear eyes were shining brightly, and he continuously bombarded the Eight Spirit Bells. He was also seriously injured, but at the last moment, he pointed his long sword at Yu Deshui.
The whole place was solemn, and even the monks competing in other venues stopped their hands and looked over.
"Don't ask about Shuangsheng!"
It took a long time for Zhu Fangyu to recover from the fierce fight and shouted loudly.
"waste!"
As soon as he heard that he had won, Mo Wenshuang sneered and said to De Shui, then put away the magical weapon, turned around and walked outside the light curtain.
Yu Deshui stood there blankly, unable to react for a long time. He was extremely embarrassed this time. In front of countless disciples in the Imperial Palace, Mo Wenshuang pointed a sword at him. It was a great shame and humiliation.
Xiao Jingxuan, who was in the distance, shook his head slightly, raised his jade hand, and immediately the Eight Spirit Bells turned into a streak of light and flew back into the sleeves of his robe.
"Deshui, come back. Victory and defeat are common matters for military officers."
Seeing Yu Deshui who was still motionless, Xiao Jing turned her red lips and opened her lips slightly, and the sound of immortality came out.
"Haha! I like this guy!"
Chen Li couldn't stop laughing until he saw Mo Wenshuang returning to his seat, and then he said with a look of approval.
At this time, everyone in the martial arts field knew Mo Wenshuang's name after this battle! The first time he participated in the sword trial meeting, it caused quite a sensation.
The competition in other venues returned to normal, and Mo Wenshuang didn't have the intention to watch anymore. He took out a few pills from the storage bag and took them, which relieved the injury slightly. Suddenly, he noticed that the people around him were looking at him.
Things have changed, some are jealous, some are envious, and some even want to show their kindness to him, which makes him feel very uncomfortable.
At this time, a disciple from the imperial palace walked up to Mo Wenshuang and said very respectfully:
"Junior Brother Mo, Elder Chen has invited me."
Hearing this, Mo Wenshuang was shocked. The elder Chen the other party mentioned was naturally Chen Li. What was he looking for? Could it be that there was something wrong somewhere?
With a feeling of anxiety, Mo Wenshuang stood up and followed the disciple towards Chen Li's place.
When he came to Chen Li, he felt that the spiritual pressure inadvertently emitted from his body was too much for him to bear. When he was still a few feet away from Chen Li, Mo Wenshuang stopped.
"You are Yu Chengtai's disciple."
Chen Li's eyes were sharp, and his calm words did not contain any harsh meaning.
"Junior is exactly that."
"Well, Mrs. Yu Cheng is not very good, but she has gained a good apprentice. What level is your current Three Immortal Sword Techniques at?"
Listening to what he said, Chen Li didn't seem to have a good impression of Mrs. Cheng.
"Back to Elder Chen, this junior is currently on the third level, having just cultivated to it not long ago."
Upon hearing that the other party only asked about the Three Immortals Sword Art, Mo Wenshuang felt a stone fall in his heart.
"It seems that you have a very high ability to understand the sword art. Let's do this. When I have time, I can give you some advice. I guarantee it will be better than Yu Chengtai's advice."
Seeing the well-behaved Mo Wenshuang in front of him, Chen Li felt even more happy. He had always been obsessed with swords and liked all the disciples who had some understanding of swordsmanship.
Hearing this, Mo Wenshuang felt happy for a while, but then he thought of one more thing. Could it be that Elder Chen also had plans for him? After learning about Yu Chengtai's incident, Mo Wenshuang was frightened.