Mo Wen took back his spirit sword and never looked at Su Ying again.
But Su Ying felt as if all her strength had been drained from her body. Just now she felt a faint murderous intention shrouding her, and she almost thought she was going to die! How could she dare to stay here longer? She raised her spirits, and Yujian flew away from Lunjian
tower.
A sheet of light and shadow unfolded, and Mo Wen pointed at a name on the list. Although his movements were still the same as before, anyone with a clear eye would be able to see that there was a hint of anxiety in Mo Wen's movements at this moment.
A dazzling sword light fell on the sword discussion platform like a bright sun in the sky. The sunlight dispersed, and a young man with a sun pattern embroidered on his clothes appeared.
"Boy, your good luck ends here!" The young man smiled sinisterly, and a crystal clear fiery red spiritual sword appeared in his hand.
"Remember, it was Wu Yang, an inner disciple of my Haotian Sword Sect, who sent you to your end!"
"Haoyang shines on the world!"
A bright red light burst out from the spiritual sword in Wu Yang's hand, like a bright sun suddenly descending on the earth. The dazzling light penetrated all the way and filled the entire sword discussion platform. At this moment, no one's eyes could see
`Working normally, even the spiritual sword masters in the distant pavilion closed their eyes under this light, it was so dazzling.
Wu Yang's expression relaxed, and he knew that he had already won half the battle. The dazzling light would naturally not be useful to him as the instigator. A touch of cruelty flashed in his eyes, and he rushed towards Mo Wen the next moment.
Close! There are still five feet away from Mo Wen! Four feet! Three feet! Two feet away!
A joyful smile appeared on Wu Yang's face, and he slowly raised the red crystal spirit sword in his hand. He had almost seen victory waving to him. Soon he would replace Mo Qiu and become the leader of nearly 20,000 spirit sword masters.
Focus! Thinking of this, Wu Yang's heart almost jumped for joy, and even his speed was affected by his mood, speeding up a few minutes.
The fiery red red elf sword was aimed at Mo Wen's left shoulder. He wanted to cut off the opponent's puppet arm, so that it would be more valuable and better reflect his own strength!
The spirit sword slashed towards Mo Wen's left shoulder without any hindrance. There was nothing unexpected. The opponent stood there motionless, as if he was overwhelmed by the sudden loss of vision. But the next moment, the look on Wu Yang's face
The smile stopped suddenly, because a hand came over from the side, and it was faster than his sword!
"Click!"
That hand grasped the blade of the Spirit Sword. Seeing that hand, Wu Yang was temporarily absent-minded because he saw a hand as white as jade, but from the slightly thick phalanx joints, he could be sure that
It's not a woman's hand! Because it's Mo Qiu's hand, a real hand! It's not an alchemical arm like a puppet arm! It's a real palm of flesh and blood!
In this way, I grasped the edge of the spiritual sword with my hand without any fluctuations in sword energy or spiritual power. It was just as simple as grasping a wooden sword.
"How is this possible?" Wu Yang almost screamed. He didn't know whether it was because Mo Wen grabbed his sword with his flesh palm, or because the other party's vision was not affected by the movie star. At this moment, his heart was completely replaced by fear! Then he
I saw a fist quickly zooming in front of my eyes!
"No!"
This was the last word Wu Yang said, and the fist hit Wu Yang hard in the face.
The crisp sound of broken nose bones and the sound of cracking teeth sounded at the same time. Wu Yang fell out on his back, flew directly over a distance of a hundred feet, and fell under the sword platform, while he himself left a brilliant streak in the air.
blood line.
The dazzling light had disappeared. The spirit sword masters who had recovered their sight saw this scene at the same time, especially the male compatriots. They all felt that their noses and mouths were sore. They stared blankly at the figure who fell off the sword stand. It must have been broken. Got it?
"hiss--"
The sound of air-conditioning could be heard throughout the venue.
Among the several pavilions at the top, the pupils of several young heroes who were paying attention to Mo Wen shrank at the same time. Even the most noble people in the top pavilion had a strange look in their eyes.
"Do you want to train? It's interesting." Zi Hanyang showed a smile on his lips.
Yuan Guang, the ancestor of the Yaoyang Sword Sect, narrowed his eyes slightly, flashing an unpredictable cold light.
After defeating Wu Yang with one punch, Mo Wen chose his next opponent without stopping. This time it was an inner disciple of the Yaoyang Sword Sect. He entered with a domineering attitude, and his attacks were even more unceremonious. He was directly using Aurora Swordsmanship. The sword cut off the clothes on Mo Wen's chest, and then under his horrified gaze, Mo Wen's iron fist was thrust out unceremoniously and hit his chest.
In an instant, at least seven or eight ribs were shattered, and he himself fell off the stage like a torn sack.
"It's so violent! Is this still a sword discussion conference? Why do I feel like a fight between mundane street gangsters?" Some spirit sword masters turned blue in the face.
"It's so violent, so powerful, so exciting! This feeling of punching to the flesh is so intoxicating, haha, I like it!" Some spirit sword masters' eyes shone.
Before anyone could comment on the two battles, Mo Wen had already started the third battle.
This time it was a woman, a female disciple of the Su Xin Sword Sect. She was more beautiful and attractive than the one she met the first time. This woman didn't seem to think that Mo Wen would treat her like he did in the previous two games, but obviously She thought wrong. Just when her sweet voice was showing off her charm, Mo Wen walked up to her.
He didn't hit her in the face with his fist, and of course he didn't hit her chest. Instead, he pinched her neck and threw her off the sword platform, and let this beautiful sister land face first on the ground.
Now everyone can see that Mo Wen is wrong. If the cruelty in the first two games is due to his dislike of his opponents, then the lack of mercy in this game obviously cannot be explained by that.
"What's wrong, little uncle?" Su Yan's little face was also a little pale. She looked terrible at this moment. She was a woman!
"Uncle Junior seems to be venting his anger." Liu Rui said thoughtfully.
"Vent? Vent for what? Is it because those idiots just scolded him?" Shi Zhongtian interrupted and asked, not caring about the disrespect in his words.
Liu Rui rolled his eyes: "How do I know this? I'm not the roundworm in my uncle's belly, but I'm sure it's not because of the puppet arm. It's not that you don't know my uncle's temperament. He's not interested in you. If you scold him in front of him, he will ignore you."
Just when several Tianchi Sword Sect disciples were confused, the battle below had ended, and all nine opponents had challenged. Except for the first few, starting from Su Ying, the following few people were unlucky, and two of them had their faces broken. , one had all his chest ribs broken, one had a completely comminuted fracture of his right shoulder, and two others simply abstained. At this point, Mo Wen officially broke into the 579th place!
On the sixth day, the Qianlong Sword Discussion Conference finally came to an end, and tens of thousands of spirit sword masters began to disperse and leave.
"Senior Sister Ying, there is a temporary trade fair on the rooftop on the 36th tonight, shall we go and have a look together?" Several female disciples of the Spiritual Desire Sword Sect grabbed Su Ying's arm.
Su Ying thought about it. Today's battle with Mo Wen really scared her. Fortunately, she saw the opportunity early. She felt very lucky when she thought of the unlucky guys behind her. Her depressed mood just needed to be relieved, so
nodded.
Several female disciples cheered excitedly and surrounded Su Ying as they headed towards rooftop No. 36.dd