The moment the purple sword shadow collided with the sword light, countless dazzling sword lights wreaked havoc in an instant.
One after another, the majestic aftermath swept away, and the arena that was already riddled with holes was even more cracked and gravel flew everywhere.
At this moment, Yun Mo, who had just retreated to the back of the ring, once again sharply increased his sword power.
"Senior Brother Liu, the last sword... determines the outcome!"
"Haha, Yun Mo, I really saw you right!" Liucheng's eyes flashed, his black hair stirred, and he smiled up at the sky, his laughter revealing infinite fighting spirit.
After feeling the psychic sword intent on Yun Mo, Liucheng was neither frightened nor timid. Instead, he only had a fierce and fervent fighting spirit. The stronger Yun Mo is, the more energy he has in him.
powerful!
"Buzz!"
"Yun Mo, I haven't completely mastered this move yet, you...be careful!"
As soon as these words came out, Liucheng's voice instantly became cold and ruthless, and an unprecedentedly powerful aura suddenly burst out from his body, and a dazzling aurora bloomed all over his body.
At the next moment, the space in all directions of Yunmo began to vibrate with rhythm, and countless dream-like afterimages flickered, shining with dazzling colors.
And when these lights gradually stopped, more than a dozen identical Liucheng suddenly appeared around Yun Mo.
The clone is hard to distinguish from the original body!
More than ten phantoms of Liucheng raised the Jinghong Sword in their hands at the same time, and dozens of dazzling sword lights suddenly appeared in all directions of Yun Mo.
"Phantom kills the sky...kill!"
Along with a shocking roar, Liucheng's expression had already become cold and ruthless, and his deep and deep eyes were as smooth as ever.
The next moment, more than ten icy sword lights appeared like a sword net, and the sword energy filling the sword net contained endless edge that could kill all things.
Yun Mo's expression changed slightly and became serious, and a strong sense of crisis came over him.
At this moment, both the disciples watching the battle around the ring and the other elders from outside the palace could feel the cold power in the sword net. Even those who have reached the middle stage of the Lingyuan realm would probably be affected by this move.
They all had to be seriously injured or even destroyed by the sword energy!
Yun Mo's figure had disappeared from their sight, and they could only vaguely see a purple light intertwined with the silver-white sword energy.
Will Yun Mo, who has mastered the psychic sword, still be defeated by Liucheng?
For a moment, this idea appeared in the minds of all the outer disciples and even some elders who were watching the battle.
However, at this moment, Yun Mo's body quietly gathered a shocking and monstrous sword power, half a step of psychic sword intention was activated, and the sound of swords resounded through the dark clouds in the sky.
Accompanied by the extremely sharp sword power, the cold light sword in Yun Mo's palm bloomed with an incomparably bright and mysterious purple light.
His cold brows were full of scorn.
"Five styles of swordsmanship, the sword shines like the sun!"
The sword shines brightly in the sun!
The soft whispers made the hearts of all the disciples watching the battle tremble.
There was a vague roar of passionate swords between heaven and earth. Yun Mo swung his sword. In an instant, circular purple sword shadows were released in all directions with Yun Mo as the center.
The purple sword shadow is like the unstoppable Yangtze River and the sea, carrying an unstoppable surge.
Wherever it touches, the space trembles and sword waves overflow.
"boom!"
"boom!"
Violent roars fell, and countless sword energies were shattered into pieces and annihilated in the void.
The originally dark sky became gorgeous and dazzling, giving everyone a top-notch visual feast.
One after another, the purple sword shadows destroyed the sword energy, and the terrifying aftermath instantly vented out from all around, attracting more than ten elders from the outside world to take action at the same time, forming a wall of light at the edge of the ring.
When the aftermath raged on the light wall, the light wall instantly made an explosion sound, and then, under the horrified eyes of the elders, the light wall actually shattered.
"Let's go!"
Seeing this, all the elders of the foreign government suddenly retreated violently, while the elders who were slower to react could not help but be made disgraced and embarrassed.
Everyone looked at the battle situation on the stage with burning eyes. The result of the battle has become less important in their hearts. Whether it is Yun Mo or Liucheng, today's battle is enough to be recorded in the annals of history and passed down forever.
"Senior Brother Liu, we must win..." Liu Feng clenched his hands, his body trembled, and stared at the figure on the stage that he was willing to follow for the rest of his life.
"Yun Mo, I will never allow you to lose!" Chi Ye leaned sideways, with a rare hint of nervousness in his fierce eyes.
Mo Hongyu and Mo Qing'er were even more breathless, and their rising and falling chests highlighted the unrest in their hearts.
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When the purple ring-shaped sword shadow destroyed the sword light, an overwhelming force instantly poured out towards the center of the ring.
puff!
A mouthful of blood spat out, and a figure in green clothes instantly flew backwards. It was Liucheng. His face was as pale as frost, and he had been severely injured by the blow just now.
Yun Mo's body couldn't stop falling backwards, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. Apparently, he was also slightly injured.
Wow!
"The figure that flew backwards is...Senior Brother Liu!" Everyone's pupils suddenly shrank.
"Yun Mo wins!"
"Yun Mo defeated Senior Brother Liu and became the number one in this foreign competition!"
In an instant, bursts of exclamations resounded, deafening. Everyone looked excited and looked at Yun Mo with fiery eyes.
After witnessing this battle with their own eyes, all their previous contempt and prejudice against Yun Mo disappeared at this moment and became the smoke of the past.
"Yun Mo, I... lost."
Liucheng smiled calmly, with relief and regret in his smile. He endured the pain in his body, straightened his body, and put away the Jinghong Sword.
"As a sword cultivator, it doesn't matter if you lose in battle. If you are firm in your devotion to the sword, you won't have to worry about reaching the top of the sword!"
Yun Mo stood with his sword in hand, looked at Liu Cheng's leaving figure, and spoke in a deep voice.
After the words fell, Liucheng's body trembled, his thoughts surged, and he stopped walking. Suddenly, in Yun Mo's sight, a mysterious artistic conception appeared on Liucheng.
After a long time, Liucheng opened his eyes. His sword was as sharp as a gleam of light, and the dejected look he had felt just now disappeared immediately.
"Brother Yun, thank you very much."
Watching the other party leave, Yun Mo did not stop him this time because he knew that after the scene just now, Liucheng had understood what was really important to the sword cultivator.
Yun Mo shook his head and chuckled. If he hadn't comprehended the psychic sword intention, it would have been difficult to predict who would win or lose in today's battle.
Liu Cheng is the strongest opponent he has encountered since his reincarnation, and his qualifications could be considered a top genius even in his previous life.
On the high platform, Qi Shiyuan smiled bitterly and looked at Yun Mo with a look of admiration in his eyes. Thinking back to a month ago, he thought that Yun Mo was at most one of the top ten in the outer palace. Even if he entered the inner palace, there was a high chance that
It will also be lost to the public.
As a result, judging from the strength that Yun Mo has shown now, he has the strength to be on the Dragon Ranking after entering the inner palace. This is not just a blockbuster, it is a blockbuster!
Feng Yu stood up slowly, his eyes showing deep appreciation, which was mixed with surprise.
The next moment, his figure suddenly appeared on the ring.
"I've met Lord Feng!"
In the Long Mansion, shouts of respect immediately rang out, and all the disciples bowed to Feng Yu and saluted.
"The finals of this Waifu competition can be said to be the best in the past hundred years... no, since the birth of Longfu, there has never been such a brilliant battle, and the two people participating in the finals can be said to be the best.
Comparable to the two strongest disciples of the foreign government in history!"
The solemn and solemn voices echoed, and all the disciples suddenly showed heartfelt smiles of joy on their faces.
Then, Feng Yu slowly walked up to Liucheng and said: "After this battle, although you are defeated, you have gained more things, right?"
Hearing this, a smile appeared at the corner of Liucheng's lips, and he leaned over and said, "Disciple is convinced!"
Seeing this, Feng Yu smiled slightly, then walked up to Yun Mo and said, "You have incredible qualifications, but you still have to be down-to-earth and move forward step by step. Don't be impetuous and arrogant."
Yun Mo remained silent. Although he despised the other party, he still pretended to give him a bow.
Seeing that the time was almost up, Feng Yu nodded slowly and said loudly: "The master of this palace announces that the first place in this foreign palace competition belongs to Yun Mo!"
boom!
As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the entire outer mansion boiled again.
Although everyone had expected it before, after Feng Yu made the official announcement, they still couldn't help but cheer. In an instant, the world was drowned in shouts.
Countless Waifu disciples looked at Yun Mo with burning eyes, witnessing the birth of the new Waifu No. 1.
Liucheng looked at Yun Mo, and their eyes met. There was no resentment or unwillingness, but instead they revealed a feeling of contentment after a hearty battle.