The night that was originally as dark as ink was now as bright as day.
In the outer palace, all the disciples' eyes were focused on the two figures standing facing each other on the stage, their eyes full of passion and expectation. The battle between these two people was the strongest battle in the outer palace, and it was also a decisive battle in advance.
The two looked at each other and moved their swords at the same time.
One person's body is covered with silver-white sword aura, and the other person's body is surrounded by purple frost sword shadows.
The extremely violent and fierce swords collided with each other like the thunder of mountains, and they collided with each other like violent storms, rapid and violent.
Two sharp swords collided and collided, and a series of firelights illuminated the entire arena.
Liucheng suddenly stood up from the ground, stood in the air, and slashed out with several swords in a row. Moreover, each sword was faster than the other, and a fierce attack like a strong wind and rain came overwhelmingly toward Yunmo.
However, under the opponent's violent attack, Yun Mo shifted his body, his steps were like a ghost changing positions, and he dodged again and again by relying on his flexible movement.
Seeing the aftermath of the sword energy continuously overflowing from the center of the arena, everyone in the audience could not help but look frightened. Both of them were in the early stage of the Lingyuan realm, but Liucheng's realm was slightly higher than Yunmo's. In the end, the competition was even better.
Whose sword is sharper?
"boom!"
There was a violent collision, a turbulent air flow spread out in all directions, and two figures exploded out at the same time.
"Show your true skills!" Yun Mo's eyes darkened and he spoke softly.
"as you wish!"
Liucheng raised his long sword horizontally, holding the hilt tightly with his five fingers, and there was a stern look in his eyes.
An invisible wind blew, making their clothes rustle.
"bass!"
Liucheng's whole body suddenly erupted with a monstrous sword force. This sword force spread out, making everyone feel as if the biting cold wind was piercing their bodies like the tip of a cone.
Along with this powerful sword force, silver-white sword rays surrounded his body. Liu Cheng swung his sword several times, and dozens of sword rays intertwined with each other, gradually condensing into a sword net.
"Phantom Sword Qi Slash!"
Liucheng shouted loudly.
The sword net across the void came towards Yun Mo without any obstruction.
Seeing this, Yun Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, he held his long sword at an angle, and a sonorous sound rang out from his mouth.
"The sword stack is brilliant!"
Since Yun Mo's cultivation level broke through to the Lingyuan realm, this move was used again, and naturally the tide has risen.
Sixteen rays of purple sword light slashed out in a row, and instantly transformed into a huge purple sword pillar. The sword pillar condensed in the void, exuding a fierce killing power.
Yun Mo's sword is a murderous sword!
Even if the two of them have no grievances, but the fight has reached this point, they can no longer care about anything else.
Today’s battle is about life and death!
Both of them understand this very well, so they no longer hold back in the fight at this time. Only by going all out can they show the greatest respect to their opponents.
The phantom white sword net collided with the purple sword pillar, and two huge waves surged out. The silvery white was like light, the purple light was like dazzling, and the phantom light was splashing everywhere. Everyone present was dazzled and frightened.
"Qing'er, step back quickly."
Looking around the huge ring, everyone else has retreated hundreds of meters away, except Mo Qing'er who is still narrating in the ring and you are watching with interest.
"Sister, you are too timid..."
"Qing'er, be careful!" Mo Hongyu quickly warned when she saw the aftermath of the vent spreading to Mo Qing'er.
Mo Qing'er wanted to resist with all her strength, but unfortunately, how could Mo Qing'er, who was only in the middle stage of the spiritual mortal realm, be able to withstand the sword power emitted by Yun Mo and Liucheng.
When this huge force touched Mo Qing'er, his body flew backwards in an instant. However, Mo Qing'er, who closed her eyes tightly, did not fall to the ground as she expected, but instead entered a warm place.
embrace.
Seeing Mo Hongyu with a serious look on her face, Mo Qing'er smiled, took Mo Hongyu's arm, and said softly: "Sister, I will stay far away now."
Mo Hongyu shook her head helplessly and smiled, then set her sights on the ring.
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"cut!"
Yun Mo shouted softly, and an arc-shaped sword light that looked like a crescent moon suddenly poured out.
"Well done!"
Liucheng's long sword stood in front of him and slashed out with another circular sword light.
"boom!"
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"Phantom Nine Slashes!"
Suddenly, a loud shout echoed throughout the arena.
There was a faint flash of bright silver in Liucheng's eyes. As the loud shouts fell into everyone's ears, the Jinghong Sword in his palm moved with the wind, and the sound of the sword roaring was frightening.
Trembling.
The next moment, with Liucheng as the center, nine dazzling sword lights suddenly appeared above the arena.
Nine silver-white sword lights criss-crossed, intertwined up and down, and traversed around Yun Mo.
Sharp!
Dazzling!
Liucheng's sword move looked like a dream, but Yun Mo, who was at the center of the nine sword lights, felt an unprecedented sense of crisis in his heart.
"That's...the ultimate spiritual level martial skill, the Nine Phantom Slashes!"
"Incredible... It's simply unbelievable that Senior Brother Liu has comprehended the martial arts of the highest spiritual level to such a profound level!"
The people in the audience widened their eyes with deep horror, and their hearts were filled with turmoil.
You must know that ordinary spiritual wheel realm warriors may not be able to practice a top-level spiritual martial art to such a secretive level.
Yun Mo took a step forward, with no fear in his eyes. Suddenly, a sharp and extremely sharp sword burst out from Yun Mo's body.
The power of this sword is like the abyss of a river, turbulent and turbulent, like a panic-stricken sky with scorching sun, and like the Nine Netherworld Hell with its chilly air.
"This sword power... no, this is beyond the scope of sword power. This is sword intention, the legendary psychic sword intention!"
There was an elderly man among the crowd of onlookers who thought of something and suddenly exclaimed in surprise, as if he had seen something incredible.
"Psychic Sword Intent?"
"Exactly, but this sword intention seems not pure enough. It can only be called a half-step psychic sword intention!"
"As a sword cultivator, the first thing you understand is sword power, and sword power is divided into small, medium, large, and peak. The reason why the sword skills of Yun Mo and Liucheng on the stage are so fierce and extraordinary is that
Because the sword power he mastered has reached its peak."
"At the age of sixteen or seventeen, the sword power reached its peak, which is enough to shock the world, but no one could have imagined that Yun Mo could actually comprehend the legendary psychic sword power!"
"Sword Intention Channeling, only by taking this step can one be called a true sword cultivator. However, this first step alone prevents most people from dreaming of becoming a sword cultivator, and some people even have no hope of becoming a sword cultivator.
I will never be able to understand the mysteries of the sword's will in my lifetime."
"So, Yun Mo's swordsmanship talent is very strong?"
"No... not very strong, but enough to shock the world. I have only seen this kind of talent in swordsmanship in Dongling, where martial arts flourish."
An elder's tone was filled with emotion and his eyes were full of reminiscence.
In a remote corner of the outer mansion, when a man in linen clothes sensed this sword intent, his eyes as silent as water made little waves.
"It turns out that the sword intention that suddenly surged out last night was understood by this kid."
Feng Yu looked at Yun Mo in the arena below, with a look of surprise in his eyes.
Seeing the scene below, Qi Shiyuan's face twitched slightly. When the battle between Yun Mo and Liucheng began, his eyes stayed on Yun Mo from beginning to end.
And when Yun Mo showed his psychic sword intent, Qi Shiyuan almost choked up and couldn't breathe. Although he understood that Yun Mo's talent was extraordinary, in his heart, he was at most the same as Li Cheng.
Others didn't know what the psychic sword meant, so how could he not know it as a powerful person at the pinnacle of the spiritual wheel realm.
Who did this old man Mo Wuya send to Long Mansion?
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"Four styles of swordsmanship, the setting sun is like blood!"
In the dark sky, the sharp edge filled the air, the surging sword intent poured out wantonly, and the unparalleled shocking sword power penetrated between the heaven and the earth.
As Yun Mo slashed out with his sword, sword pillars shining with purple light suddenly appeared in the void. The next second, these sword pillars gradually merged into a fierce purple sword shadow.
The purple sword shadow floated in front of Yun Mo. With the blessing of the sword's intention, the power of this move reached its extreme.
And as Yun Mo thought, the sword shadow split into nine parts in an instant, and collided with the nine silver-white sword lights surrounding Yun Mo.
The sword has spirit and can also communicate with the mind!
Yun Mo, who has mastered the psychic sword intention, has a more profound understanding of the sword. Every move is no longer limited to the move itself.
The collision between the dazzling purple sword shadow and the silver-white sword light creates a particularly strong image. While thousands of lights and shadows intertwine, the strong aftermath of the sword energy overflows like a rolling wave.
In the outer mansion, the sky and the earth suddenly turned pale.