Mo Wuxie knew very well that in order to gain the recognition of his servant, he must be stronger than his servant.
At this time, he stared at No. 3 coldly. He really didn't know if this guy was a normal person. If he was, the look in his eyes was a little different.
He drew out the Ningbi Sword, poured profound energy into it, and the sword body suddenly glowed with red and silver light.
Suddenly, the mysterious energy was released, and it suddenly had the color of flames, with electric lines curling around it.
Looking at the sword energy, he sighed again. He really didn't know if this was a disaster or a blessing. At least for now, he thought it was a blessing.
Waning moon!
Mo Wuxie shook out a sword flower, and the waning moon roared out.
With the improvement of his cultivation, he now doesn't need to outline at all, he only needs to run the sword technique and his mind, and then with his strong understanding of the sword, he can use the sword intention to release these sword skills at will.
The waning moon crossed a trajectory and entered the range of No. 3.
No. 3 stared blankly at the sword energy, until the sword energy reached in front of him, he punched out.
This punch immediately stirred the air, and the waning moon suddenly splashed out like water and disappeared.
At this time, No. 3's bombardment fist was surrounded by flames, electric wires flickered, and there was a sizzling sound.
However, No. 3 was not moved at all and felt no pain, so this could only be in vain.
The lightning disappeared, No. 3's fist remained the same, and even the special clothes were not damaged at all.
Mo Wuxie was shocked. He was so understated. What kind of strength is this?
Suddenly, he felt that his eyes were in a trance, and he felt a heavy feeling in his heart, and he almost lost his breath.
boom!
He hit the stone wall and rolled down, vomiting blood and looking horrified.
Such a fast speed, and his cultivation is definitely above that of a Martial God.
He made an immediate judgment.
After No. 3 knocked him back, he did not pursue the victory, but remained where he was.
"What kind of cultivation are you doing?"
No. 3 didn't answer, just looked at him blankly.
Mo Wuxie knew that only by defeating him could he know what he wanted to know.
Now, he must come up with a trump card.
His body automatically levitated, the red light and golden light in his eyes appeared again, and his hair automatically became windless.
Sword energy appeared one after another and spread densely throughout the stone chamber. At the same time, a kind of heavenly power of thunder and flame was produced.
Mo Wuxie said coldly: "Ten thousand swords return to the clan!"
The sword energy in the stone room suddenly started to rotate around No. 3, and the rotation speed became faster and faster, forming a huge whirlpool of thunder and fire, and No. 3 was under the center of the whirlpool!
"kill!"
Mo Wuxie shouted fiercely, the endless sword energy accelerated again, and the tip of the vortex landed on No. 3's head.
Number Three quickly raised his hand, and an air shield suddenly appeared above his head.
This air shield was as thin as a cicada's wing, glowing with bursts of green light.
It looked ordinary, but Mo Wuxie was moved by it.
The sword energy whizzed down and landed on the air shield. The air shield suddenly emitted dots of green light, making clear notes like raindrops ticking on stones.
The defense of the air shield, which was as thin as a cicada's wings, was no small feat, and it managed to resist for a while.
The blue light gradually became thinner and was about to collapse.
At this moment, the magic sword suddenly appeared in No. 3's hand.
The magic sword pointed a little upward, then shook, and black air spurted out, and a funnel-shaped black air appeared strangely.
Wan Jian Guizong collapsed the air shield, and then they all fell in, and there was an endless roar.
Mo Wuxie stared intently at the battle situation, as focused as ever before. His heart was agitated at this moment. This servant should not have suppressed his cultivation, but was now in his strongest state to face the challenge.
The black funnel aura was very strong. It wasn't until Wan Jian Guizong's sword aura consumed eight layers that the black aura suddenly became thinner and then exploded.
A layer of black aura rippled out like waves, blowing Mo Wuxie up and hitting the stone wall heavily.
He looked horrified and spat out a mouthful of blood.
However, his spirit is still controlling the remaining sword energy of Wan Jian Guizong and continues to attack No. 3.
No. 3's defense was broken, and Wanjian Guizong landed on top of his head.
Number 3 didn't seem so rigid. He wouldn't choose to head-first into the attack, but retreated sharply. At the same time, he raised the magic sword and made a sharp slash.
The demonic sword's black energy curled up, releasing infinite combat power. It bombarded the tip of the spiral of Wanjian Guizong, causing a huge earthquake.
Mo Wuxie's spirit was stinging and he almost lost his breath, while Wan Jian Guizong was almost defeated. Fortunately, his will was different from ordinary people, and he insisted on controlling the movement of the sword energy.
The sword energy vortex suddenly expanded, restored its original shape, and continued to rush towards No. 3.
After No. 3 struck, the demonic sword was lifted up by the shock, revealing the empty door in his chest. Wanjian Guizong took advantage of the void and hit him directly on the chest.
Boom boom boom!
Each explosion started from No. 3's chest. Each explosion brought out a powerful light of thunder and fire, causing No. 3's body to retreat backwards intermittently, and finally stuck to the stone wall.
Mo Wuxie showed excitement. At this time, No. 3's whole body, which was blasted by the sword energy, was surrounded by the light of thunder and fire. Among them, the fire light was burning and the electric spiders were densely packed.
The defense of No. 3's green robe was also very overbearing, and it actually reflected the sword energy. However, the sword energy was too strong. In just a moment, the green light was blown away from the chest of the green robe, and a hole appeared.
At this time, only a thin shadow of the sword was left after Wan Jian returned to the clan, but they all rushed into the hole and bombarded No. 3's body.
No. 3's soles, struck by the powerful impact, were seen leaving the ground, pressing against the stone wall of the stone chamber, with his limbs spread wide open. Every piercing attack made him tremble.
The last roar passed, and the powerful swordsmanship of Wanjian Guizong was exhausted.
A large and ferocious hole appeared in No. 3's chest, and he saw the stone wall opposite, which was splashed with reddish liquid.
No. 3's right hand was still holding the magic sword, which was finally released from his hand and hung on the floor tiles with a clang.
He slipped to the ground and fell headfirst.
Mo Wuxie breathed a sigh of relief and finally hit him hard.
No. 3 couldn't feel at ease until No. 3 admitted his defeat. He didn't know if such a trauma was enough to make him admit defeat, so he dragged his seriously injured body towards No. 3. The Ningbi Sword in his hand seemed to be extremely dangerous at this moment.
, which cost him a lot of effort.
He walked to No. 3, who was facing the ground, holding his hands on the ground, as if trying to stand up.
However, Mo Wuxie didn't give him such a chance at all.
He stepped on No. 3's back, and No. 3 fell completely to the ground with a pop.
"Aren't you going to admit defeat? Then I'll cut off your head!"
His voice was cold and excited, complicated and difficult to understand.
Number Three finally said: "Master, Number Three surrenders and waits for your order!"
In this way, Mo Wuxie was relieved and sat down on the ground, breathing heavily, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
Until this moment, he could no longer control the strong shock in his body.
"What is your cultivation level?"
However, his expression was very exciting. If he could get such a strong servant, he would be willing to try it no matter how badly injured he was.
No. 3 was still lying on the ground and said: "Master, No. 3 has the cultivation level to overcome the tribulation!"
Mo Wuxie was stunned, the cultivation level of overcoming the tribulation? What is that?
He asked doubtfully: "What is transcending tribulation?"
No. 3 said: "This is the realm of us cultivators. Overcoming the tribulation means overcoming the heavenly tribulation. After passing through it, you can reach the realm of great achievement."
Mo Wuxie's curiosity arose. It seemed that this was another skill, so he asked, "Have you made it through?"
No. 3 said: "Master, I failed in overcoming the tribulation and became an immortal hero in the tomb of the gods!"
Mo Wuxie asked again: "Cultivation technique? Tell me, what kind of technique is this?"
No. 3 said: "Master, I failed to overcome the tribulation, and my consciousness was wiped out by the thunder tribulation. Now I only have simple thinking ability, and my memory is basically lost. According to my feeling, master, you are a spiritual cultivator, and you practice Hunyuan Gong!
"
Mo Wuxie was shocked. The veil of Hunyuan Gong finally surfaced a little, and asked: "Are you also practicing Hunyuan Gong?"
No. 3 said: "At that time, we all practiced Hunyuan Gong. This is a skill blessed by heaven. Only those with extraordinary wisdom can understand it and achieve the supreme road! Master, you are now close to transcending the tribulation. Once
If you cross this realm, you will face a catastrophe. If you fail to overcome the tribulation, you will become an immortal hero in the tomb of the gods!"
Mo Wuxie stepped back suddenly, showing a look of horror. It turned out that this is where these servants came from. And if it was true that No. 3 said that he failed to overcome the tribulation, he would become one of them.