"It's more insidious than that!"

With a secret curse, Mo Fei took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the churning true qi.

The force of the blow from the back was several times stronger than the sword that was deflected at the beginning.

The long sword in his hand swung out, and a ripple rippled in the air, and the dazzling sword light suddenly disappeared.

It is the third level of the Zangfeng Sword Technique!

Yesterday he spent 4,000 points, and he raised the Hidden Blade Sword Technique to the third level, and today he used it in this ring, so that these people can see his swordsmanship and know that he is not a soft persimmon that can be manipulated by others.

The sword had returned to Wu Song's hand, and when he caught a glimpse of the long sword in Mo Fei's hand disappearing, he raised his figure and retreated backwards.

The sword flashed, but it was slashed.

"Humph!"

As soon as Mo Fei stepped on his feet, a puff of dust rose from the bluestone ground, and a sword like thunder followed closely behind, and the speed was no less than Wu Song.

This speed is due to another new technique he has improved, the Zhenyue True Scripture. Two lotteries, one of which drew this cultivation of the physical body of the lower grade exercises, "Zhenyue True Scripture" has a total of sevenfold, Mo Fei spent 10,000 points to upgrade the "Zhenyue True Scripture" to the first level, and now his physical strength is already the seventh level of the body building realm.

Although there is only one Fallen Leaf Body Method, the power of the Seven Folds Instant Burst of the Body Building Realm is enough to make up for the shortcomings of the short-distance inner body method.

Bang!

Wu Song slashed forward with a sword, and when the two swords touched, his face changed slightly, but he retreated faster with the power of this sword.

"Is this kid still a body cultivator?" He also sensed the brutal power contained in Mo Fei's sword, but then his face was relieved, although he was borrowing his strength to retreat just now, but he was very confident in the power of his sword, how could he catch it.

The blue true qi covering the sword quickly subsided under the opponent's sword qi, and seeing that Wu Song's sword qi was about to rush into his body, Mo Fei's heart method was running at full strength, and the true qi poured out along his arm, and two streams of true qi were stirring at the hilt of the sword, and the palm of his hand holding the sword shook and cracked, and the gurgling blood soaked the hilt red.

"This is the Nine Folds of the Innate Realm!" If it weren't for the Seventh Fold, Mo Fei had no doubt that his arm would be abolished under this sword.

As soon as his mind moved, the points instantly filled with true qi, and when the blood dripped from the hilt of the sword, he lifted his sword and jumped, and the sword stabbed halfway into the middle and disappeared again.

The moment the sword body disappeared, the air flowing between the two of them became disordered, and the sound of "poo, poo......" air explosion sounded.

"Sure enough, I have cultivated my physical body. Wu Song saw that his figure was just a shock, so he attacked again, confirming his guess, but he stood the long sword in front of him, his face was as usual, and he had the intention of ignoring this disordered air.

Mo Fei is not the only one who cultivates exercises other than swordsmanship.

Wu Song's sword fingers were erected in front of his chest, and he silently recited the law in his mouth, the void on his head fluctuated in an instant, the aura gathered, and seven golden long swords appeared on his head. A cruel smile appeared on his face, and he lightly touched Mo Fei who rushed in front of him, and spit out the word "go" in his mouth.

With such a swordsmanship, even if it is him, it will take some effort to deal with it, no wonder the five Lai Gan are not opponents.

But he didn't have the heart to test his swordsmanship with Mo Fei, what he wanted was to let this Senior Brother Mo be seriously injured and defeated.

Since he suspected that Mo Fei had cultivated his body, how could he give Mo Fei a chance to admit defeat, and made up his mind to use this seven-yuan sword technique to seriously injure Mo Fei in one fell swoop.

"Bang, bang, bang......"

There were seven muffled explosions in the ring, and the wind dispersed in all directions.

The wind annihilated on the human wall, as if it was blown by the strong wind, at this moment, everyone was moved, and their eyes focused on the figure of the ring retreating step by step.

The last golden light collapsed, and a little snow burst around.

"Ding......

A piece of snow fell to the bottom of the stage, jumped a few times, and the eyes of the surrounding disciples fell on it, and when they saw this snow bright thing clearly, they all took a breath of cold air - this is a fragment of a sword blade.

The look of shock on their faces did not subside, and they hurried towards the stage again.

"Huh"

Wu Songli stood in front of him, the long sword disappeared, a sharp sound of breaking the air sounded, and a flying sword dragged a golden light towards the young man who was shaking his body.

Under the sun, the golden light was dazzling, and the minds of the surrounding people seemed to be also ingested into it, some people subconsciously closed their lips, afraid that they would exclaim, and some people clenched their fists, worried about this 'self-immeasurable' junior brother.

The result, which had long been expected by them, was indisputable. I just don't understand why I have already won, why I still have to perform such a thunderous blow.

Of course, there are people who are already happy, and they want more than that.

The arm holding the hilt of the sword was raised, and the broken sword, which was only three inches of blade, lit up with blue light.

The blue light, which seemed insignificant, seemed to be his last stubbornness.

"Ding......

The broken sword struck accurately on the galloping flying sword.

Mo Fei's body was pushed by this golden light for three meters, and the blade of the sword finally shattered, and when the golden light bounced back, he was already half-kneeling on the ground, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

Everyone in the audience was stunned.

Wu Song's sword trick was introduced, and the flying sword pointed at Mo Fei again.

"I, throw in the towel. When the flying sword was about to move, Mo Fei's deep voice happened to sound. looked at the sword with only the hilt left in his hand, and smiled bitterly in his heart: It's really ridiculously strong.

It's not that he didn't think about exchanging the spirit sword of the lower grade of the Xuan Rank, but he was already coveted by people with the Yin Bead, and if he revealed the Xuan Rank Spirit Weapon again, he was afraid that there would be more trouble.

Wu Song frowned imperceptibly, a trace of killing intent flashed in his eyes, and with a movement of his sword finger, the golden light turned into a long sword when it returned to the sheath.

He looked at the figure that seemed to be crawling on the ground, covered in blood, snorted lowly, and walked out of the ring with his sleeves brushed.

"Can you even block the Seven Yuan Sword Technique?—— next time, you won't have such good luck!"

"Nine layers of the innate realm, Wu Song-I remembered!" A face with blood at the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and Mo Fei looked coldly at the back of the proud end.

Suddenly, a familiar figure broke into sight, he clenched the broken sword with only the hilt left in his hand, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "I...... It's okay. ”

"Senior Brother Wu is really powerful!" Lai Gan held the pill that he snatched from his hand, and handed it to Wu Song flatteringly. But he didn't notice a strange smile on the corner of Senior Brother Mo's mouth in the ring.

Wu Song took the pill, nodded slightly, and a smile appeared on his face again, with this third-order pill, it was not nothing. As for Na Mo Fei, he can hide from the first day of junior high school, but he can't hide from the fifteenth, and some of them are cleaned up.

The crowd began to stir again with the departure of the protagonist, Wu Song, arguing in front of the bets full of spirit stones and pills, and the result was of course undisputed, but some people said that the seven spiritual energy golden swords of the Seven Yuan Sword Technique should be counted as one move per sword, and some people retorted that it was a spell and could only be counted as one move.

One of the five core disciples frowned and said, "I didn't expect to deal with an ordinary disciple, Wu Song even used the Seven Yuan Sword Technique. ”

The others neither echoed nor objected, and two of them looked at the young man who was slowly standing up in the ring with great interest, and in a moment, the four of them left with their respective men.

Feng Wenguang, who left last, took a deep look at Mo Fei, with a strange light in his eyes.

Wu Song is a high-grade spiritual root of the gold system, and what he cultivates is also a gold-based technique known for its lethality, the Seven Yuan Sword Technique, which is a low-grade spell cultivated by Wu Song, and after receiving such a spell, he can still stand up, no wonder he dares to argue with the core disciples.