Mo Wuxie struck out with his sword. In a hurry, the Martial Saint held the sword across his chest and used Zixuan Sect's signature skill, Heavy as a Mountain!
Facing this move, Mo Wuxie already knew it well. Apart from this defensive move, the people of the Zixuan Sect seemed to have no other special skills. So, his sword swung past in a tricky way and came to the edge of the Juque Sword.
At this point, it seemed like a gentle slap, but it had a huge force. The giant sword was immediately tilted, revealing an empty door, and the Ningbi Sword pierced it.
Ah! With a shrill scream, Wu Sheng was pierced through the chest by him, and the mysterious energy immediately eroded his inner palace.
At this moment, Mo Wuxie suddenly heard a roar, and a powerful force descended on his head.
He knew without looking that it was another Martial Saint who came to the rescue. Unfortunately, he came a step too late.
Mo Wuxie quickly retreated to avoid the sword, and the huge blue sword shadow fell vertically in front of his eyes.
"Junior brother, how are you?"
Wu Sheng crossed Mo Wuxie and hugged his junior brother, but his junior brother was vomiting blood and could not say a word. He just pointed at Mo Wuxie, then tilted his head and died.
Mo Wuxie did not rush to attack, but looked at him with a half-smile, and said, "Are you angry? Kill me!" His look made people want to beat him to death. This was naked.
What a scoundrel.
Wu Sheng let go of his hand, and his junior brother fell to the ruins below.
"Heavy as a mountain!"
The Martial Saint's voice was high-pitched. It seemed that only in this way could his aura be extremely powerful. The giant sword was raised above his head and slashed down.
Mo Wuxie looked at the sword energy coming quickly, and the waning moon roared out.
The waning moon is so small that it can be ignored under the sword energy of the Martial Saint.
It seems that the smaller the medium, the more terrifying the explosive power it has.
The waning moon struck the sword energy, and it looked like the light of a firefly was about to shake the moon. A miracle happened. The sword energy of the Martial Saint was shaken by the waning moon, split from the middle, and collapsed with a rumble.
The waning moon fell like a moon, collapsing Wu Sheng's blue sword energy, and then flew towards Wu Sheng.
Martial Saint's complexion changed drastically, and his defense was as thick as a mountain.
With a bang, the waning moon was blocked, and a burst of silver light appeared on the giant sword.
The Martial Saint was behind the giant sword, looking through the hilt with a look of fear.
Suddenly, a sword with silver light suddenly appeared in front of Mo Wuxie. No, to be precise, it should be a sword energy. This sword energy was already as real as substance.
As Mo Wuxie pointed out something, the sword energy turned into a silver light and floated towards him silently!
It was the Art of Returning to the Clan of Ten Thousand Swords. It was just a sword that he transformed into a sword. He believed that this sword was enough to kill him.
It seems that this sword energy has no earth-shattering energy changes, but in the eyes of the Martial Saint, it has become a judgment of the devil.
"Thick as a mountain!"
The Martial Saint roared, and the blue halo on the giant sword suddenly thickened.
Mo Wuxie's sword energy flew in, and with a bang, the giant sword was blown into two pieces. The sword energy passed through his chest, leaving a hole the size of a fist, and his heart was gone.
Wu Sheng opened his mouth, it seemed like he was shouting in pain, but it didn't seem like it was!
Looking at the fallen Martial Saint, Mo Wuxie didn't feel any compassion. The so-called kindness to the enemy was cruelty to oneself. He always used unscrupulous means to treat his enemies.
He looked into the distance and saw No. 5 showing off his power. The three martial saints defeated by the magic sword in his hand!
After a while, all three Martial Saints were chopped into pieces by No. 5 and completely perished!
Since then, all sixteen martial saints of Zixuan Sect have been killed in battle.
He did not take it lightly. There were sixteen Martial Saints this time, and there was no guarantee that more would not be sent next time. Therefore, he immediately recalled No. 5 to restore his profound energy in the God's Tomb.
He took out the Spirit Gathering Pill, hesitated for a long time, and then put it back into the bottle.
Naturally, he felt the lack of strength. Facing so many Martial Saints, he had to use various means to kill them. If he were the Martial Emperor, he could kill them head-on.
This spirit-gathering pill is a pill that improves cultivation. If you eat it, you can be promoted to the Martial Emperor. But he still gave up. He still hoped to gain cultivation step by step and step by step.
He knew that once he naturally broke through Emperor Wu, the Spirit-Gathering Pill would be useless to him. The Spirit-Gathering Pill was only useful to Emperor Wu and below!
No matter what, he would not take any pills to improve his cultivation unless absolutely necessary.
Qu Yuan knew the magic of this elixir and was surprised why he didn't take it. After thinking about it, based on her understanding of the elixir, she seemed to know what Mo Wuxie was thinking.
She looked at Mo Wuxie and asked, "How many people have you killed?"
Mo Wuxie sighed and said, "Kill them all, sixteen in total!"
Qu Yuan covered her mouth in surprise, looked at him in disbelief, and said, "Sixteen? I'm not even confident that I can defeat them!"
Mo Wuxie smiled and said, "You are too kind. Of course you can't kill them head-on, so why can't you use some tricks to kill them separately?"
Qu Yuan nodded and said: "Fortunately, I'm not your enemy. Your fighting style is completely different from ours!"
Mo Wuxie said: "What I call it is to avoid their sharp edges and defeat them one by one. A good man won't suffer the consequences in front of him! I don't have the chivalry spirit like you. I pay attention to head-to-head confrontation and a fair duel. It all depends on whose skills are more powerful!"
He thought for a moment and said, "Wait for me here, and I'll see if I can take care of Servant No. 4!"
Standing in the Eight Formation Diagram, he came to the fifth floor of the stone room. As soon as he appeared, he saw No. 4 appearing along with the light pillar.
There is not much difference in appearance between No. 4, No. 5 and No. 6. The only difference is their aura. That aura surprised him.
"I am the fifth-level guard. If you defeat me, you will gain my approval and become my master. You can continue to the next level!"
Number Four's voice was emotionless, as if he was grinding his teeth.
His swordsmanship skills are no longer what they used to be, and he is immediately eager to try them!
He drew out his sword and pointed it at No. 4, saying: "Today, I will convince you that you have lost, haha! Look at the sword!"
The sword moves according to the heart, the person moves according to the sword, and the feet follow the yin and yang steps. A ghost appears in front of No. 4, and points the sword at No. 4's chest!
Number 4's red eyes looked at Mo Wuxie and suddenly moved.
He grabbed the sword in Mo Wuxie's hand.
In the past, when he conquered No. 6 and No. 5, No. 5 and No. 6 would also grab No. 6, but there would be no mysterious energy on their palms, but this time it was different. No. 4's palms were filled with a layer of mysterious energy.
The black gas looks like it is burning and rising.
Mo Wuxie was startled, and the Ningbi Sword immediately turned around, avoiding a head-on collision with him, and cut through the arc before slashing towards No. 4's neck.
What made Mo Wuxie even more horrified was that no matter how he changed his moves, No. 4's hands followed him like a shadow, turning to his neck and continuing to grab the Ningbi Sword.
He knew that once the Ningbi Sword was caught, with No. 4's tenacity and huge profound energy, the Ningbi Sword would definitely be taken away.
However, this time, his sword did not change its position and continued to cut No. 4's neck, while his left hand stamped on his right shoulder!
A huge force came from the Ningbi Sword, and Mo Wuxie's expression suddenly changed. His left hand patted No. 4's shoulder very quickly, and No. 4's body moved slightly, and a strong force came back.
Mo Wuxie immediately used Tai Chi's force-relieving method to dissolve the force into a counter-shock force. He suddenly retreated, and at the same time withdrew the Ningbi Sword, retreating to the edge of the Eight Formation Diagram, No. 4