In front of the Sword Enlightenment Cliff, Wu Qingyuan's offensive became more and more fierce. Everything within a few feet in front of him was filled with sword energy, forcing the other disciples of the Sword Enlightenment next to him to retreat one after another.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
On the other side, Mo Que used his fingers as swords and calmly faced the enemy, using all kinds of sword intent gained from the sword cliff.
"This sword is more than elegant, but not powerful enough. It lacks a bit of courage, which does not suit my character."
"The power of this sword is acceptable, but it goes straight and lacks changes. It is acceptable against ordinary people, but it is easily neutralized against stronger people!"
"This sword..."
Using the sword intent on the cliff to face the enemy, Mo Que felt the differences, pros and cons among various sword intents.
Feeling it in actual combat is completely different from observing it on his own. In battle, he can deeply feel the difference between different sword intentions.
"The way of body refining has been abandoned by the world, which means it is rubbish. Why does he have such strength?"
At this moment, Wu Qingyuan's heart was filled with anger. Facing a physical cultivator, he originally wanted to defeat him forcefully and destroy Mo Que. However, during the long battle, he was unable to do anything to his opponent, which made him gradually
irritable.
"I am here to show off the power of the Eighteenth Floor. If I lose to a weak body cultivator, I will lose the face of the Eighteenth Floor!"
Thinking of this, Wu Qingyuan shouted, circulated his energy, and took action with all his strength.
I saw a whirlpool composed of vitality emerging in his Dantian. This was the sea of Qi in his Dantian.
"Falling Leaf Sword Jue!" Wu Qingyuan shouted, the vitality in his body surged out and blessed the sword.
The sword in his hand suddenly became erratic and elusive, like leaves falling in the wind, and he had no idea where his next sword would come from.
"Whoosh!"
Mo Que was hit by a sword on his shoulder, and Wu Qingyuan's sword energy sliced his shoulder open, causing blood to flow from his shoulder.
He was surprised to find that the sword actually hurt his bones, and the sword energy on them was not swallowed up by his bones like before.
"It seems that Sword Qi Bone Refining will only absorb one of the same sword Qi!"
Mo Que understood that during the battle, the bones in his body had already swallowed Wu Qingyuan's sword energy, but this second sword energy could not be absorbed.
This means that although his bones can swallow sword energy, it does not mean that he can be invincible against other sword masters.
After the first strike, the opponent can also hurt him.
"The art of body refining is, after all, rubbish abandoned by the world. In today's world, only fools like you can practice it!" Wu Qing sneered at him, who had injured Mo Que with his sword. He looked arrogant and spoke sarcastically.
"Have you finished using your sword skills?" Mo Que didn't show any signs of anger and said, "Then it's my turn!"
Whoosh!
He used his fingers as swords and took the initiative this time.
"You're just a piece of trash, and you want to hurt me?" Wu Qingyuan chuckled disdainfully, holding a sword in his hand to fight Mo Que.
"clang!"
Mo Que's finger was sharp and swift. Although there was no sword energy in his finger, there was an aura of indomitable force.
"Buzz!"
He pointed at Wu Qingyuan's sword, and the contempt on Wu Qingyuan's face suddenly disappeared, and his expression changed sharply.
The sword in his hand trembled rapidly under Mo Que's finger, and almost broke out of his hand!
You must know that as a sword cultivator, it would be a great shame and humiliation for someone to shake your sword off your hand.
Wu Qingyuan tried his best to circulate the vitality in his body, and then he could barely hold on to the hilt of the sword without letting go of the sword.
"Whoosh!"
However, Mo Que's next move came again, as if he was deliberately waiting for Wu Qingyuan to steady his sword before taking action a second time.
"How dare you insult me!" This made Wu Qingyuan furious, and he slashed with his sword, with strong murderous intent pouring out of his eyes.
"Whoosh!"
This time, Wu Qingyuan slashed out with his sword, but failed to block Mo Que's finger.
Mo Que's finger was as fast as thunder. When he swung the sword, Mo Que's finger was already in front of his throat!
"not good!"
Wu Qingyuan's expression changed drastically, and he immediately retreated and pulled away. However, Mo Que pointed his finger again.
Mo Que was seen pointing out one after another at this time, and Wu Qingyuan struggled to deal with each time, and was forced back by Mo Que's two fingers.
"What's going on? Wu Qingyuan's attack was so fast before, why is he now being beaten back and unable to fight back?"
"Before this, the sword finger that Mo Que used seemed to be more defensive than offensive, but now when he attacked with all his strength, Wu Qingyuan immediately showed his defeat!"
The people watching the battle were all surprised, and some of them saw the clues.
In the initial fight, Mo Que used his fingers as swords and tried various sword intentions, but he only focused on the defensive.
Because he wanted to use Wu Qingyuan to test the difference in sword power. If he attacked fiercely from the beginning, he was worried that Wu Qingyuan would be defeated too quickly.
Therefore, after trying various defensive-focused sword stances, he now began to try the offensive-focused sword stance.
"Dang-dang-dang-dang..."
Wu Qingyuan kept using the sword in his hand to fight against Mo Que's two fingers.
However, at this time, his face no longer had the slightest bit of madness on his face, and there was only horror and shock in his eyes.
The sword he held tightly in his hand seemed to become heavier and heavier at this time, and every time he swung the sword, it was extremely difficult for him.
His arms were even more numb at this time, and every time Mo Que pointed, his sword-holding hand was under tremendous pressure.
"Bang!"
Finally, Wu Qingyuan could no longer hold the sword in his hand, and the sword fell to the ground with a clang. His entire face was completely bloodless, and his eyes were blank, staring blankly at the sword on the ground.
As a sword cultivator, Wu Qingyuan never thought that one day, he would feel that every swing of his sword was a huge torture!
At this moment, looking at the long sword that fell in front of him, he didn't even have the courage to pick it up. He just stood there blankly.
"Weak, too weak!" Mo Que's meaning was still lingering, he shook his head in disappointment, looked at Zhao Yuan, and said: "Don't you have anyone stronger in the Eighteenth Sword Tower? You ran all the way back and found someone to follow me.
To settle accounts, you found someone like this?"
He still had a lot of sword power that he hadn't tried yet, and Wu Qingyuan was defeated. At this moment, he didn't even have the courage to pick up the sword, so he was naturally disappointed.
"You...don't bully others too much!" Zhao Yuan's face turned pale, and he was deeply shocked by Mo Que's strength. It was only then that he came back to his senses.
"Did I bully others too much? Didn't you want to bully me in the first place?" Mo Que sneered and said, "I'll give you a chance, continue to call people, call the stronger disciples of your Eighteen Swords Tower, I'll be right here.
Wait!"
His purpose is very simple. Now that the feud has been made, he simply borrows the disciples from the Eighteen Swords Tower to practice swordsmanship and quickly enter the way of swordsmanship!
"You will regret it!" Zhao Yuan glanced at Wu Qingyuan, who was in despair and had no fighting spirit, gritted his teeth and left again.
"Is this person crazy? He actually wants to challenge all the disciples of the 18th Sword Tower alone?"
"This man is really brave. If he is not a madman, he is a real monster!"
In front of the Sword Enlightenment Cliff, all the disciples stopped to learn the sword and gathered around to watch.
If Mo Que is so provocative, the disciples on the 18th floor will definitely not give up. No one knows what will happen!