Mo Wuxie touched the ground with his toes, then rose into the air and blocked the path of the blue light.
He smiled evilly and said, "Where are you going? Brother is here!"
Killers always talk little, but this killer seemed to talk a lot. He said coldly: "You are looking for death. I'll give you a ride!"
Wu Sheng was unwilling to fight, so he stabbed Mo Wuxie with a long sword.
The sword was as black as ink, and when it reached Mo Wuxie's chest, a dazzling blue light suddenly bloomed.
Mo Wuxie was horrified that the Martial Saint had locked onto him in that instant. If he hadn't been at the peak of the Martial Emperor's strength, perhaps this lock would have left him powerless to resist.
Mo Wuxie looked at the fatal blow from the long sword and took out the Ningbi Sword to block it.
Puff puff puff!
The Ningbi Sword and the Black Sword collided, making a sound of wood knocking.
Huge force came, and Mo Wuxie retreated sharply, his face turning pale.
After all, the Martial Saint is a Martial Saint, and there is a qualitative gap between them. If it weren't for the magic of Hunyuan Gong and the sharpness of Zangyue Sword Technique, he might not be as simple as the churning of Qi and blood.
Wu Sheng calmed down at this time and looked at Mo Wuxie coldly. He was in a state of confusion because he couldn't see through his opponent.
"Tell me your name and practice!"
Mo Wuxie smiled and said: "It would be better if you die and ask the King of Hell. As for your cultivation, can't you see it?"
The killer suddenly thought of something, cold sweat broke out on his face, and said: "Without the corresponding color of Xuan Qi, have you already reached the legendary realm? It's impossible..."
The word 'impossible' was almost shouted by the killer.
One thing that Mo Wuxie had always ignored was finally taken seriously after being reminded by the killer.
Without color, isn't it just Wu Dong Qian Kun? Looking at this guy's expression, he seems to be frightened by me, right? But this guy may not have a bright mind. If I were in the realm of Wu Dong Qian Kun, could I still be knocked back by him? If I were
If Wu moves the universe, just one thought may kill him!
However, the enemy's demeanor gave him the glory of victory.
The more suspicious you are, the more restless you are, and the harder it is to control the details of the battle.
Mo Wuxie looked at his opponent coldly, held the Ningbi Sword in his hand, and when the profound energy circulated, the Ningbi Sword lit up with silver light. This silver light was naturally the color of the material of the Ningbi Sword itself.
Originally, the killer was still making doubtful guesses, but when he saw this change, his face instantly turned pale. If it wasn't Wu Dong Qian Kun, the sword energy would definitely show a corresponding light. Now it is the sword's own light. It is not difficult to judge that he is Wu Dong Qian Kun.
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"Young man has eyes but cannot see Mount Tai. It turns out that an expert from Wu Dong Qian Kun is here. I'm so rude. Please don't show me the knowledge of a little person like me!" The killer said something that made Mo Wuxie laugh and cry.
In this world, the most powerful people disdain to kill ants. This is also the mentality of a killer.
Is this still a killer? I think he is a coward! Mo Wuxie looked at him with disdain, pointed his long sword forward, and his whole body seemed to turn into a silver light, piercing Wu Sheng's chest like lightning.
Wu Sheng did not dare to fight back and retreated sharply.
But Mo Wuxie was the first to launch the attack, so no matter how fast Wu Sheng was, he was still a beat slower and could only block instinctively.
Puff puff puff...
In an instant, the two sides exchanged hundreds of blows.
Mo Wuxie only felt that the tiger's mouth was numb, and the opponent became more and more confused as he fought, and he did not use much profound energy.
Wu Sheng's eyes flashed with enlightenment, and he smiled and said: "Haha, you are not a martial artist, otherwise I would have died long ago. Tell me honestly, what is your cultivation level?"
Mo Wuxie sheathed his sword and stood up, and said with a smile: "Your IQ is not very good, but you have only realized it now. It seems that it is not easy for the martial saint to practice! If you beat me, I will tell you!"
Wu Sheng was furious and said: "In that case, just go and die!"
Mo Wuxie touched his nose disdainfully and said, "What an incompetent killer. He talks too much nonsense!"
The black sword was completely wrapped in blue light, with a little bit of black in the blue, which looked very weird. Mo Wuxie smiled again and said: "Nima, why don't you use a little green in the flower?"
Although he laughed and cursed, he was not slow in his hand and hit the 'Crescent Moon' without hesitation.
Wu Sheng looked at the flying 'Crescent Moon' and said coldly: "Is this his damn level? You made me suspicious, so I'll die!"
His black sword slammed the crescent moon, and the crescent moon deformed strangely, but the light became more intense.
"Hey! This is the Zangyue Sword Technique!"
The Martial Saint was once again surprised. If he had used ordinary sword skills, he might have been wiped out by his sword long ago. Only the Zangyue Sword Skill could make sense.
The Martial Saint raised his sword over his head and slashed down with a powerful blue lightsaber.
With a bang, the crescent moon disappeared. Wu Sheng paused slightly, then raised his sword over his head and struck out another sword energy.
The moment the crescent moon was extinguished, Mo Wuxie felt his heart became stuffy again, a mouthful of blood reached his throat, and he suppressed it.
The blue sword energy in his eyes gradually grew stronger, but Mo Wuxie smiled strangely.
A person suddenly appeared in front of him. This person was No. 6 with red-eyed ribs!
No. 6 seemed to know how powerful the sword energy was. He let out a low roar, and his whole body swelled up. He picked up the long sword behind his back and struck down.
There was another bang, and due to the disparity in strength, No. 6 smashed into the forest like an arrow from Li Xuan.
"Haha, I want to see what else you can do, look at the sword!"
Just as Wu Sheng was about to shoot out another sword energy, his expression suddenly changed, and the black sword he held high turned around and passed by.
puff!
Wu Sheng only felt that this sword was like cutting on ten thousand years of black iron, which was unshakable, and returned an unparalleled force, causing his body to be shaken ten meters away.
Wu Sheng turned around to look, his pupils shrank violently, and shouted: "What the hell is this?"
Mo Wuxie smiled and said: "No. 5, destroy him!"
Yes, it was No. 5 who came out. No. 5 and No. 6 appeared at the same time, but they took advantage of the expansion of No. 5's body to move around at high speed.
As soon as No. 5's feet stepped into the air, his body rose vertically and horizontally, and the magic sword slashed down in the air.
At this time, the sun showed its head, glowing red and looking very warm.
The black light emitted by the magic sword was extremely strange and dazzling under the sunlight.
The demonic sword flew into the air and struck the Martial Saint's black sword.
Wu Sheng was in tragedy. This time he retreated a hundred meters like an arrow from Xuan.
Wu Sheng was knocked back by a move and became frightened. He looked left and right as if he wanted to escape.
However, No. 5 has received Mo Wuxie's killing order, so naturally he will not stop until he kills him.
Mo Wuxie rubbed his nose and looked at the dramatic scene in front of him, and said with a smile: "Hey, Martial Saint Killer, move to the left!"
With a bang, Wu Sheng was shot away.
Mo Wuxie said again: "**, I asked you to dodge to the left, but you dodge to the right. Isn't this looking for death? Quickly, dodge to the left again!"
There was another bang, and the Martial Saint was thrown away again, blood spurting out wildly.
Mo Wuxie shook his head and said, "You did the right thing, but you were too slow. What a pity!"
"Do you have any tricks to avoid this monster?" Wu Sheng's voice came, anxious and frightened, as if he had forgotten that he and Mo Wuxie were in a hostile state.
Mo Wuxie said: "Hey, you don't have to hide this time, it's useless no matter how you hide!"
After saying that, he threw the Ningbi Sword.
Wu Sheng was hit from the front by No. 5 again, the black sword was cut off, and the empty door was opened wide. He was kicked in the lower abdomen by No. 5, and flew away with his body arched.
Poof! The Ningbi Sword caught Wu Sheng and penetrated through the back of his heart. The sword tip rushed out from the front of his heart and blood flowed down.
Mo Wuxie flew up, held the hilt of the sword, and said, "My name is Mo Wuxie, please remember it!"
He drew out the Ningbi Sword, Wu Sheng pointed at him, and fell into the forest.
"What a stupid Martial Saint, how did you practice this shit? Damn it!" Mo Wuxie let Tian Chang roar and spat again.
He was so shocked. People with such intelligence could cultivate into martial saints, but those smart people couldn't pass the level of martial saints. How could they live?