A shocking sword pillar shot straight into the sky!
A destructive aura pressed towards Qin Mo's head.
This sword pillar seems to carry the will of God and wants to kill all the demons in the world.
Rumble…
A loud noise like thunder spread throughout the entire sea of stars.
Chen Changsong stood in the void, his long hair dancing wildly, his clothes flying, and his whole body exuding a murderous aura.
He is like an ancient god of death, terrifying to the extreme.
Nangong Li, Nangong Hao and the others all turned pale and their hearts beat wildly.
If they faced this sword, their lives would probably be in danger.
The power of heavenly strikes is unpredictable to ghosts and gods.
How can a mere mortal contend?
"Well done!"
But Qin Mo laughed wildly.
A heroic spirit soared into the sky.
The twin spiritual roots explode!
Thump thump thump…
Qin Mo took seven steps in a row, like Kua Fu chasing the sun, each step seemed to span thousands of miles of time and space.
Nine days outside the territory, there seems to be a galaxy of power pouring down.
Every time Qin Mo takes a step, the momentum in his body will suddenly double.
His whole body was filled with bright stars.
Facing the fencing post that day, Qin Mo advanced instead of retreating, and with the power of thousands of stars, he suddenly kicked!
"Kuixing kick fight!"
Qin Mo shouted loudly!
boom!
The terrifying leg strength is like an ax that cuts through the sky.
In those countless horrified eyes, two tyrannical forces suddenly struck together.
Bang——
The world exploded!
A thousand-foot electric trace stretched across the void.
The entire Yunding Plaza suddenly became bright.
Even the stars above the nine heavens were eclipsed at this moment.
Everyone felt their eyes sting, as if they were being pricked by billions of golden needles.
A fierce wave of true energy swept across all directions like a frenzy.
The formation barrier on the battlefield was constantly flickering and vibrating, as if it was about to be torn apart by this force.
The huge Genting Plaza was actually trembling slightly.
Many disciples lost their footing and fell to the ground.
Even Nangong Xun and other senior officials were shocked by this confrontation.
"Is it Luan Xing Fist?"
"What will be the result of Luanxing Fist vs. Sky Strike?"
The clan elders squinted their eyes one by one, wanting to know the outcome of the battle as soon as possible.
At the center of the confrontation, the void was twisted and filled with billowing smoke.
It was not until seven or eight breaths later that the smoke and dust dispersed, and then the figures of both parties emerged.
Qin Mo's face was flushed, his energy and blood were deficient, and he was breathing heavily.
This blow almost exhausted his energy.
He looked a little haggard.
the other side.
Chen Changsong will be in a much more embarrassed state.
His beard and hair were burnt, his orifices were filled with smoke, and his robes were torn and falling like rags.
There were countless cracks on his body, and blood was flowing out.
His whole body was shaking, and he fell to the ground with difficulty.
The Shadowless Sword was like a crutch, barely supporting his body.
"This is impossible!"
Chen Changsong's eyes were bloodshot, with a look of disbelief on his face.
Although he has just started using the Heaven Strike technique, it is still enough to kill the Xiantian Grand Master in an instant.
What's more, Qin Mo is not an innate grandmaster yet.
"This kid actually blocked the sky strike?"
Nangong Hao was shocked, it was like a bolt from the blue.
Even the mountain and river seals he practiced can hardly block the sky strike.
How could Qin Mo do it?
Nangong Hao rubbed his eyes, even thinking that all this was an illusion.
His next opponent is Qin Mo.
If Qin Mo can even block the sky strike, how terrifying is his strength?
Nangong Hao was beginning to panic now.
Including Nangong Li, who also had a bewildered expression on his face.
The way he looked at Qin Mo changed again.
At first, he was just jealous.
Because Qin Mo was the first to practice Luan Xing Fist, his vow turned into a joke.
So he has reason to be jealous.
At this moment, besides jealousy, Nangong Li felt a hint of admiration in his heart.
No matter how much the world denies it, Qin Mo's talent is right in front of him.
For a foreign disciple to practice Luan Xing Fist, it requires great courage.
What's more, Qin Mo was allowed to practice it.
If there was no reason for his stance, maybe Nangong Li would give him some applause.
"It's a pity that you are always a foreigner. No matter how strong you are, you will never be recognized by the clan elders."
Nangong Li shook his head and snorted coldly.
Admiration is admiration, but the position can never change.
If he met Qin Mo, he would kill him without hesitation.
Only in this way can he defend his dignity.
"Chen Changsong, do you think that since you have practiced Sky Strike, I can do nothing to you? Killing you is as easy as killing a dog! Traitor, die!"
Qin Mo shouted loudly and punched the opponent suddenly.
Chen Changsong was hit by more than a dozen sword energy first, and then he fought with heavenly strikes. He had already run out of gas.
At this moment, facing Qin Mo's furious punch, he didn't even have the strength to dodge.
"no no……"
Chen Changsong's pupils suddenly shrank.
I saw a flickering fist light, shooting out like a flowing fire.
boom--
With a loud bang, Chen Changsong's body turned into countless fragments, staining the sky with blood.
Qin Mo didn't give him any chance of survival.
He wanted to use the blood of Chen Changsong to pay tribute to the souls of the disciples of the Sword Alliance in heaven.
"Well done!"
The Sword Alliance disciples outside the field were all in tears.
They will never forget the scene of how Chen Changsong tortured and killed the Sword Alliance disciples.
That nightmare-like memory has become a lingering shadow.
Only Chen Changsong's death can comfort their hearts.
Qin Mo just wants to retaliate with tooth and give justice to the disciples of the Sword Alliance.
Justice may be late, but it will never be absent.
"In the eighth round, Qin Mo wins!"
The elders announced the results.
The silent crowd suddenly exploded.
Especially the foreign disciples were so excited that they were about to evaporate.
The Nangong family members had heavy expressions on their faces.
There is no doubt that the strength Qin Mo showed was enough to shock the world.
It's a pity that he is always a foreigner.
In the Nangong family, it is a sin in itself for a foreigner to act too powerful.
Even though Yu Tianzheng was recognized by the clan elders, he still couldn't win the hearts of the people.
What's more, it's you, Qin Mo?
"Dog bite dog, what's there to be proud of?"
"That is, Chen Changsong is nothing more than a foreign dog, and he wants to practice Tianshit. He has really insulted the reputation of Tianshit."
"The power of heaven's strike is unpredictable. Chen Changsong is a tiger who cannot be compared to a dog. He has not even developed his fur yet he dares to show it to embarrass others."
"If it were Nangong Lie's sky strike, he would have killed Qin Mo a thousand times."
Many Nangong family disciples looked disdainful.
Especially for Chen Changsong's practice of Heaven Strike, he felt scornful.
For them, Sky Strike has the highest status and can be as famous as Lihuo Tianjian Jue.
How could a foreign disciple like Chen Changsong, with his humble bloodline, be able to exert the power of a heavenly strike?
Therefore, Chen Changsong's disastrous defeat is understandable.
"Nangong Lie, you passed the Sky Strike to Chen Changsong, right? You have committed a big taboo."
Nangong Ying frowned slightly and glanced at the other party.
"So what if it's me? Are you dissatisfied with me?"
Nangong Lie's face was dark and arrogant.
"Nangong Ying, are you talking to foreign dogs? If that's the case, I don't mind killing you both."
He glanced at Nangong Ying and then at Qin Mo, with a trace of resentment flashing in his eyes.