Regarding the formation blessings on the Sword Peak, it would be difficult to shake it due to daily discussions between disciples, otherwise this place would have been leveled long ago.
Chu Yin's mad sword energy was domineering. In previous fights with people, every time the sword fell, it made the place tremble continuously, which shows its power.
However, at this moment, Mo Que held the blade with one of his fleshy hands, but it was not damaged at all. His martial body was domineering and unparalleled.
"boom!"
He held the blade and swung it sideways. The powerful divine power caused Chu Yin who was holding the knife to leave his feet off the ground. He was thrown straight out and hit the sword test monument on the sidelines.
Such a rough fighting method was even more shocking to those watching the battle.
"snort!"
As a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, Chu Yinkuang's strength was astonishing. He adjusted his posture in the air, stepped on the monument, and struck with the long sword shining through the sun.
"Clang clang clang!"
I saw here, the sword light soaring into the sky, Chu Yin's wild sword was fierce, and he slashed out one hundred and eight swords in a row.
During this period, Mo Que always used his hands to fight against the enemy. His martial body was as strong as a ferocious beast, and he had hundreds of thousands of kilograms of divine power, so he had considerable power just by using his physical body.
"Is this the power of martial arts? Mo Que's martial body is so powerful!"
"Initial invincibility seems to be no empty talk!"
"He is so powerful just by his physical strength, but Chu Yinkuang can't even force him to use his sword!"
On the square, when the disciples on each floor saw Mo Que's strength, they were all frightened and had complicated expressions.
Mo Que stepped on the nineteen sword towers in a row, and the disciples in each tower were angry and afraid of him. But now the sword pavilion disciples came with such force that all the sword tower disciples could not lift their heads, but it was Mo Que who came to the rescue.
If someone else had forced Chu Yin here, the disciples on all floors would have cheered and helped him out, but Mo Que was the one who took action, making the disciples on the sidelines feel extremely conflicted, and no one spoke.
"Boom!"
After Chu Yinkuang slashed him with his sword again, he pulled away from a distance.
At this time, he was no longer as arrogant as before. Looking at Mo Que's broken sword that was still carried behind his back but not drawn out, his face became extremely gloomy.
"At this point in the battle, you still haven't drawn your sword. Do you think I'm not qualified?"
With a roar, the vitality in Chu Yinkuang's body became violent, and the three hundred and sixty-five major acupoints were dazzling with light.
At this moment, a ghostly aura suddenly surged out of his body and wrapped around the knife, making the long knife in his hand look unusually cold.
The temperature of the surrounding air dropped sharply.
"Sacrifice the people of heaven and earth to my magic sword!" At this moment, Chu Yinkuang, his eyes were red and his face was ferocious, as if he was possessed by a demon.
The way he practices the sword is extremely evil. Every time he kills a person with this sword, a bit of violent energy will condense between the sword and become a demon.
The more people he kills, the stronger he gets, the stronger the demonic energy in the sword, and the stronger the power of the demonic sword!
"You are too arrogant. I will sacrifice you with a knife to make you regret for your arrogant attitude!" Chu Yinkuang, with red eyes, looked like a god, a demon, and a madman at this moment.
He had always been the only one who was arrogant in front of others, but now this body cultivator dared to stand in front of him, without taking out his sword, and faced the enemy with bare hands. He was many times more arrogant than him, which made him feel even more humiliated!
"kill!"
With an angry shout, Chu Yin slashed out with his sword. The sword was filled with black energy, as if it was going to cover the world, causing the place to suddenly lose its light and fall into boundless darkness.
There seemed to be thousands of ghosts crying and roaring in the darkness, which seemed to be the resentment of countless undead souls who died under his sword in the past.
As soon as this sword came out, the demonic energy in the sword had already made all the disciples on the sidelines fearful. If an ordinary person faced it, they would definitely be heartbroken. If they didn't take this sword, they would have already lost half of it.
But Mo Que is very human. He has the heart of a sword to cut down the heaven and the earth, and cut down all living beings. The mere magic sword is not enough to frighten him.
He still didn't draw his sword. Facing this demonic sword, he used his right hand as a fist and used it to perform Taiyang Kendo!
"Boom!"
Knife and sword, the energy of the magic sword and the power of the sun collided violently at this moment.
On the sidelines, the hearts of all Jianlou disciples were in their throats. In the past few days, Jianlou had countless geniuses who were defeated by Chu Yin's Crazy Demon Sword.
"boom!"
Suddenly, a little light emerged from the boundless black air.
This light is as thin as the tip of a needle, but as soon as it appears, it quickly expands, dispelling the boundless darkness in an instant, and returning the world to clarity!
Mo Que used his fists to perform Sun Kendo. With one punch, all ghosts were silent.
Martial Demon-Breaking Sword!
"puff!"
On the other side, Chu Yinkuang's face turned pale, he vomited blood, and his figure was swaying.
As soon as the magic sword comes out, if it cannot kill the enemy, it will bite back its owner. At this moment, he is being back-bitten by the magic sword's energy, and he suddenly becomes sluggish and has no strength to fight anymore!
"Who are you?" This genius of the Sword Pavilion who had been so crazy on the Sword Lun Peak was staring at the undrawn sword behind Mo Que, his face was as dark as water, and his heart was full of reluctance!
This man broke his strongest magic sword without even drawing his sword. He was definitely not an unknown person from the sword tower!
After hearing his question, Mo Que said calmly: "Disciple of the Medicine House, Mo Que!"
"Disciple of the Medicine House?" Chu Yinkuang heard this and his expression was extremely complicated.
He didn't lose to those evil geniuses on the 36th floor, but he actually lost to a disciple who was born in a medicine house?
On the sidelines, the expressions of the disciples of Thirty-Six Sword Towers were even more wonderful.
Mo Que defeated the arrogant Chu Yinkuang with his bare hands. How powerful was he? They finally let out a sigh of relief after feeling aggrieved!
However, he claimed to be a disciple of the Medicine House, but he was slapping Thirty-sixth Floor in the face.
The disciples on the thirty-sixth floor had been defeated by a powerful enemy in a row, but they were defeated by him, a disciple of the medicine house, with bare hands. Doesn't this comparison make the disciples on the thirty-sixth floor even more incompetent?
"Senior Brother Lou, I am useless!"
Chu Yin gritted his teeth madly and walked back to the sword pavilion disciples with his injured body. The previous madness was completely gone.
Senior Brother Nalou had a face with sharp edges and corners, which looked very charming. His eyes were as deep as an ancient well, without any ripples, and he looked at Mo Que quietly.
"Do you want to fight again?" Mo Que felt his gaze and stood proudly, looking back without fear.
Sensing the provocation in Mo Que's words, Senior Brother Lou did not see any fluctuation in his eyes, but looked at a sword pavilion disciple next to him who was eager to try.
"Hehe!" The disciple grinned, drew his sword and stepped forward with a fierce look in his eyes, licking his lips and said: "You have a sword but can't draw it, and you are facing the enemy with bare hands? I have never seen such an arrogant person, but I want to take a look at you.
How long can you hold on before you draw your sword?"
When the words fell, he also took action.
The sword has its own way of swordsmanship, and the sword has its own way of swordsmanship.
This person's sword practice is different from Chu Yin Kuang's. Chu Yin Kuang's sword energy is cold and cold, as if it contains the energy of nine springs, but this person's sword energy is like fire, extremely hot, and its destructive power is even higher than Chu Yin Kuang's.
However, Mo Que still never drew his sword. He had a domineering martial body that was indestructible. With the power of the sun, he was equally domineering and unparalleled in strength.
"boom!"
In less than a quarter of an hour, the disciple was knocked back by Mo Que's punch. He vomited blood and flew to the sidelines.
Mo Que lowered his head and looked at his right hand, remembering what Yao Lao had said before.
"For those who practice martial arts, everything is illusory, and all external forces are illusory. Only a martial body is the foundation!"
Yao Lao asked him to try not to use the sword in his hands when facing the enemy, so that he could better feel the power of the martial body and discover the hidden potential deep within himself.
At this time, after fighting the two geniuses of Dao Pavilion with bare hands, Mo Que felt his blood boiling all over his body, and he gained a further understanding of the power of martial arts.
His fighting spirit was high, he looked at the eight Sword Pavilion disciples and said coldly: "Do you want to fight again?"