Su Ying, a person who had been almost forgotten in the long river of memory, met in this situation today. Regardless of the past grudges, the two of them are now just passers-by.
"Su Ying, an inner disciple of the Spiritual Desire Sword Sect, please give me some advice, senior brother." Su Ying bowed politely to Mo Wen. Although she acted gracefully, there was still a trace of vigilance and fear deep in her eyes.
Mo Wen looked at the old friend who seemed to be an acquaintance in front of him. He recognized the other person, but the other person obviously couldn't recognize him. Maybe in the other person's mind, he either died in a deserted place and rotted, or he died in the Spiritual Desire Sword Sect.
Being chased by others, he hid in an inconspicuous corner like a bereaved dog, afraid to show his head like a mouse.
"Please give me some advice, senior brother," Su Ying said again.
Mo Wen regained his somewhat dazed mood and nodded slightly.
Su Ying was a little surprised. The enigmatic young man in front of her seemed a little distracted, but she didn't think much about it because this was her chance!
Suddenly, Su Ying's figure appeared in a trance, and the next moment she had disappeared from the place.
Shadow Escape!
Mo Wen had only seen Yue Ying's body, the top movement skills of the Yujian Sect. Now that he saw it again, he was in a trance, almost thinking that the person in front of him was Yue Ying!
when--
A spiritual sword filled with sword energy poked out from behind Mo Wen's side and cut towards the back of his neck. Mo Wen subconsciously tilted his neck, and the sword blade struck his right shoulder, making a metallic sound.
A crisp ringing sound.
The entire venue fell silent for a moment. A famous spiritual swordsman opened his eyes wide, confused and shocked, but mostly in disbelief!
From the moment Mo Wen appeared until now, he has always dominated everyone with his invincible image. He won every battle with ease and left a lot of room for success. But now, his invincible image suddenly collapsed without any warning or any sign.
Mentally prepare, how is this possible? How is this possible?!
Could it be that Mo Qiu is only strong on the outside but capable on the inside, and his footwork and swordsmanship are just his three axes?
"How could this happen? Why didn't Junior Master hide away? Are you confused by that woman? What's so good about that woman? She's not as beautiful as me!" Su Yan jumped up like a crazy little wild cat.
Liu Rui and others had dark expressions on their faces and did not dare to answer Su Yan's words, but they were a little strange in their hearts. The situation of the junior uncle was obviously wrong. He seemed to be in a daze just now, but now he saw that the junior uncle was being slashed by a sword.
Several people's hearts were in their throats.
Mo Wen turned his head slightly and glanced at the spiritual sword blade on his shoulder. His calm attitude was like looking at a fly landing on his shoulder instead of a first-class top-grade spiritual sword! A wave of irritability began.
brewing in his heart.
The moment Su Ying hit Mo Wen, she felt happy, but it was soon replaced by fear, because she felt like she was not cutting a person, but like a piece of hard spiritual gold with a machete! The spirit sword carried
The sharp sword energy didn't even pierce the opponent's skin!
Under her horrified gaze, Mo Wen stretched out his left hand and gently grasped the blade of the sword. His fingers, which were shining with metallic luster, made a slight mistake and clicked - the white sword blade let out an overwhelmed cry.
The blood on Su Ying's face instantly faded away. The spirit sword had already been connected with her mind. The feeling of the spirit sword was directly reflected in her soul, like a prehistoric demon that chooses people to devour and stretches out its sharp claws.
The minions grasped her soul bit by bit, and then slowly tightened it, as if the next moment it would fall apart like ice crystals falling on the hard ground!
The reversal on the sword platform immediately caught the attention of the spirit sword masters, and they were all stunned.
"I was slashed by a spiritual swordsman with perfect sword veins, but nothing happened!"
"His hand actually grabbed the opponent's spirit sword. Did I read that correctly? Is that still a human hand?"
"Is he wearing second-level spiritual armor?"
"Idiot, if you can wear spiritual armor on your body, can you also wear it on your hands? Use your flesh and blood palm to grab the spiritual sword blade of a spiritual sword master with perfect sword veins! Is this still a hand?"
"No, that's not a hand!"
"It's a puppet arm!"
"Mo Qiu is pretending to be a puppet arm! Isn't this cheating?"
"You can easily grab the spiritual sword of a perfect sword master. This is at least a second-level puppet arm! What the hell? You thought he was so unpredictable, but it turns out that his trump card is a puppet arm! What a waste of time.
Feeling emotional!"
"Damn it! We've been fooled by him for so long! Damn it!"
After many spirit sword masters saw Mo Wen's puppet arm, their first feeling was that they had been deceived! It was like meeting a stunning beauty with a veil on her face. Everyone wanted to take off the veil to see her beauty, but in the end they were waiting for the real beauty.
After taking off the veil, I found that it was actually like a flower!
"Puppet arm? It's actually a puppet arm! How shameless! How can you pretend to be a puppet arm?"
For a moment, the spirit sword masters were excited, but the reason was completely opposite to the previous few days. Many spirit sword masters loudly denounced Mo Qiu. Of course, there were also rational people. Although it was an indisputable fact that Mo Qiu had a puppet arm, but before
In just a few days, he went from last place to more than a thousand people with a single sword. This is real strength, without any water! Even if Mo Qiu really only has these abilities, he is enough to be proud of, at least more than 3,000 people.
Contestants are not qualified to say anything wrong about Mo Qiu!
It's a pity that there are too many spirit swordsmen who are easily infected by emotions, and only a few have the sense to restrain themselves, and the voice of opposition has not even stirred up a wave.
"How could they do this? Junior uncle didn't provoke them! What's wrong with junior junior uncle pretending to be a puppet arm?" Su Yan angrily defended Mo Wen, but her voice was more useful than practical, and no one below would do it.
Listen to her.
Subi Liu Rui and others were also a little surprised. They didn't realize that Mo Wen actually had a puppet arm, and it was a second-level puppet arm! But a mere puppet arm doesn't mean much. A small person who can almost reach the top of the "Heavenly Road to Ask the Heart"
Uncle Master, even if the whole body is replaced with mechanical puppet prosthetics, it will not affect their respect for the little Uncle Master. The body can be faked, can the artistic conception of kendo also be faked?
"What a miserable group of people. They don't have any opinions at all, or they subconsciously don't want anyone to be better than them. It seems that being too pushy is not good. They are stared at by millions of eyes. Once they make a mistake, they will be
He was attacked by the crowd." Luo Liu smiled coldly.
Su Bi and Liu Rui glanced at Luo Liubing in surprise, not understanding that this boring gourd-like guy would suddenly speak for their junior uncle.
There was despair in Su Ying's eyes. She could feel cracks starting to appear on the spiritual sword. The painful screams of the sword spirit were getting stronger and stronger. She knew very well that as long as that hand applied more force, her spiritual sword would snap.
It fell apart at once.
But at this moment, the suffocating pressure on her relaxed, and that terrifying hand took the initiative to let go of the spirit sword. Su Ying withdrew the spirit sword in a daze, not understanding why the other party let her go just like that.
When she looked at Mo Wen in confusion, a thick and cold spiritual sword was placed on her thin white neck.