Sword control, to put it bluntly, means communication between people and swords.
The energy and energy are strong enough, so sword control is a no-brainer.
Although Qin Mo's cultivation level is not as good as Zhao Tongming's, his sword-wielding skills are far superior to his.
As a disciple of Fulong Sect, Zhao Tongming had been practicing swordsmanship for many years, but he was defeated by a young man.
He is frustrated!
He is ashamed and angry!
At this moment, he only had one thought: killing someone to vent his anger.
Only Qin Mo's death can calm the anger in his heart.
"Die!"
Zhao Tongming swooped forward.
At the same time, his left hand hidden behind his back suddenly burst out with a bright spiritual light.
The entire hall was suddenly illuminated brightly.
"What a strong energy fluctuation."
Qin Mo was shocked.
However, Zhao Tongming raised his left hand and suddenly threw out a talisman with undulating spiritual patterns.
"Is it a magic talisman?"
Everyone present was shocked.
Zhao Tongming is an inner disciple of Fulong Sect, and he has a few life-saving charms hidden away, which is easy to understand.
I just didn't expect that he would use the magic talisman on Qin Mo.
The gain outweighs the loss!
The talisman exploded and turned into thousands of beams of light, traveling vertically and horizontally, intertwining into a large net.
The big net came down and immediately restrained Qin Mo.
Qin Mo only felt that he was shackled and could not move even an inch.
Even the lightsaber is like being stuck in mud, no matter how hard you struggle, you can't get out.
"Oops……"
Seeing this scene, Mr. Gou was shocked.
He was about to win, but he didn't expect Zhao Tongming to have this skill.
"Hahaha, you are indeed Master Zhao. He is definitely not comparable to just a young boy."
Wu Huaiyi laughed proudly.
Qin Mo's hands and feet were tied, and he couldn't even control the flying sword. He was like a living target, and he was bound to die.
The situation reversed in an instant.
“Boy, how does my ‘Zhenyuan Talisman’ taste?”
Zhao Tongming chuckled.
Talismans, like magic weapons, are also divided into four levels: immortal, Taoist, mysterious, and spiritual.
Each level is divided into four levels: low-grade, medium-grade, top-grade, and top-grade.
The Zhenyuan Talisman is just a low-grade spiritual talisman.
It is the most basic talisman.
But even so, for Qin Mo, it also has the effect of dimensionality reduction.
"Hey, Mr. Qin is careless."
Mr. Dog sighed sadly.
I'm afraid I'm going to lose this round.
"Mr. Qin is the benefactor of King Han, nothing will happen to him!"
Wu Qingyuan's face was heavy and he hesitated whether to take action.
After all, his strength is limited, and if he takes action rashly, he may die.
"Although this boy has extraordinary strength, it's a pity that he is too young. He is no match for an old man like Zhao Tongming."
Jiang Tianming shook his head, showing a gloating sneer.
Zhao Tongming went down the mountain to practice. He fought in more than a hundred battles, large and small, and experienced countless routines.
Compared with him, Qin Mo's actual combat experience was pitiful.
In terms of strength, Qin Mo is obviously stronger.
But when it comes to city government and scheming, Zhao Tongming is undoubtedly better.
"Boy, aren't you very arrogant? How dare you point out the country in front of me and try to be arrogant again?"
Zhao Tongming walked towards Qin Mo step by step.
There is huge power brewing in the palm of his hand, ready to deliver a fatal blow.
Seeing this scene, everyone in Cangyuan City shook their heads and sighed.
It was not difficult for them to foresee the tragic scene of Qin Mo being reduced to a pulp.
"It's the same thing if I say it a hundred times. Your sword control skills are just a showpiece and worthless."
Qin Mo smiled coldly.
And this instantly angered Zhao Tongming.
"court death!"
Zhao Tongming's eyes were about to burst and he raised his palm to attack Qin Mo.
But at this moment, Qin Mo's eyes narrowed, and a mysterious light circulated.
The void in front of me suddenly distorted.
Click——
Without any warning, Zhao Tongming's neck made a crisp sound.
Then, a horrifying and cruel scene appeared:
Zhao Tongming's head rotated 360 degrees, as if it had been severely twisted by a pair of invisible hands.
Shura eyes!
At the moment of life and death, Qin Mo activated his Shura Eyes and launched a desperate counterattack.
As soon as Zhao Tongming's neck was twisted, all the talismans and palm techniques collapsed instantly.
The restraints on Qin Mo were naturally lifted.
"die!"
Qin Mo narrowed his eyes.
The sword of light let out an angry roar and shot out like lightning.
boom!
The sword light penetrated Zhao Tongming, nailing him to the high wall like a nail.
Zhao Tongming's eyes were bulging, and his limbs were hanging down weakly.
Tick tock…
Tick tock…
Blood dripped down the blade of the sword.
The whole place was dead silent!
Even breathing and heartbeat stopped.
The entire time and space seemed to be frozen.
The dull faces of everyone looked very funny.
Shocking!
Unprecedented shock!
Everyone's mind is blank.
Why was Zhao Tongming's neck broken for no reason?
What on earth did Qin Mo do?
Mr. Gou, Wu Huaiyi, Jiang Tianming... these big guys who have been in the world for decades were all dumbfounded.
It wasn't until Qin Mo withdrew the lightsaber and Zhao Tongming slammed it on the ground that everyone woke up from a dream.
"Zhao Tongming was actually killed?"
Mr. Gou rubbed his eyes, it was unbelievable.
He was ready to admit defeat.
Unexpectedly, it was Zhao Tongming who died in the end.
"What happened just now? Why did Zhao Tongming die?"
"Qin Mo's hands and feet are restrained and he can't even use his flying sword. How can he break his opponent's neck in the air?"
"What kind of magic did this kid use?"
The main hall was blown to pieces.
Both Cangyuan City and the opponent camp were deeply shocked by Qin Mo's strange methods.
The most surprised person was Wu Huaiyi.
Zhao Tongming was apprenticed to the elder of Jiange. Not only did he practice the art of sword control, he also hid many trump cards.
Zhen Yuan Fu is one of them.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Tongming even used the Zhenyuan Talisman and still lost.
What kind of monster is Qin Mo?
"Boy, you are so bold. You actually dare to kill Master Zhao. He is a disciple of the elder of Fulong Sect's Jiangge. Aren't you afraid of getting burned?"
Wu Huaiyi gritted his teeth and said.
"so what?"
Qin Mo's face was cold.
He is also a disciple of the Fulong Sect, and someone who is favored by Nangong Xueji.
In terms of potential value, isn’t it much greater than Zhao Tongming?
Besides, this is a black boxing in itself, judging by strength. How can there be any reason to use the backstage to suppress others?
"Are you, Qinglonghui, dissatisfied?"
Qin Mo hates being threatened.
He held a long sword in his hand and pointed at Wu Huaiyi from a distance, "If you don't accept it, I don't mind killing one more."
A sharp sword energy shot straight into Wu Huaiyi's chest, as if it was going to disembowel him.
Wu Huaiyi suddenly broke out in cold sweat and his breathing stopped.
Only when you face Qin Mo can you feel the deep fear.
Facing this murderous young man, Wu Huaiyi had to say two words with difficulty, "I...submit!"
Seeing this scene, many people in Tianyong City lowered their heads, as if they were bereft dogs.
Who could imagine that this big boss who has been in the world for decades would be subdued by a young man?
If this spreads out, it will definitely cause a sensation in the entire Tianyong City.
Qin Mo snorted lightly and looked away from Wu Huaiyi.
then.
The long sword in his hand was pointed at the Giant Spirit Gang and Black Wind Village one by one, "Whoever is still dissatisfied, stand up!"