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The crowd was in an uproar.

In their eyes, Mo Wentian was not a little worse than Lu Zu, who was reincarnated in that day, and it was really a big joke to compare with him.

"Boy, look at it!"

Mo Wentian looked at Li Qifeng and smiled.

The next moment.

Endless sword qi swept out from his body, and the thin body stood like a needle of the sea god, and in a moment, it turned into a mountain that stood on the top of the sky.

The expressions of the people in the uproar suddenly changed.

Just talking about this momentum, it seems that this Mo Wentian has some qualifications to compete with the Sword Sect Lu Dongxuan.

The right hand moves slightly.

Two fingers cut out side by side.

Endless sword qi surged, just like the rising tide of the thousand-mile river, overlapping, and the power erupted layer by layer, crushing through.

In the void, endless ripples appeared.

It seems that it cannot withstand this indescribable power.

On the rough stone stele, the criss-crossing sword marks suddenly had a flow of brilliance, the Dao sword marks were like ravines, but the brilliance was like a slowly flowing stream, giving people an incomparably delicate feeling.

Sword Qi to.

Glorious and prosperous.

Like the rising sun jumping out of the horizon, thousands of rays of light suddenly burst out.

A violent impact occurred in the void.

There was silence between heaven and earth.

The silence was somewhat scary.

Suddenly, a terrible sound shook the heavens and the earth.

The roar of the sound is in the ears.

It's like a dry thunder rolling on the flat ground.

Shocking the multitude.

The hurricane was born, soaring, and the aftermath was rolling, crushing the sky.

100 miles away.

Above the calm sea, all of a sudden, the wind and clouds surged, setting off a hundred feet of tall waves, and the sound was incomparably huge.

Mo Wentian took a step forward.

Turn your palms into fists.

A punch is thrown.

Outrageous and direct.

In the void, a huge chasm arose, and a powerful internal force rolled forward, unstoppable.

On top of the stele.

The brilliance is dim.

In between.

The power burst out, and between the countless rays of light, the terrifying sword power swept in all directions, suppressing the Quartet, and a huge light saber suddenly appeared.

Sword movement.

The sword falls.

The internal force that rolled away was suddenly completely annihilated in the void.

Mo Wentian's expression showed a hint of a smile.

Put your hands behind your back.

Mo Wentian moved forward slowly.

One-step.

Two steps.

At a distance of fifty zhang, Mo Wentian walked out of ninety-nine steps, his expression was calm and calm, and his body became plain, giving people a peaceful and easy-going feeling.

Stand in front of the stone monument.

Standing beside Jian Wushuang.

Mo Wentian slowly stretched out his hand, and then slowly pushed forward.

The splendor on the stele was full of brilliance, as if resisting.

The sword is even more powerful.

Mo Wentian slowly pressed his hand on the stone tablet, and above the flowing brilliance, there were suddenly endless waves, just like the sea a hundred miles away.

A low sword roar rang out.

Mo Wentian's body moved.

The body rose into the sky, standing in the void.

"The Sword Comes"

The voice pulls the old man.

The heroic breath of the chest cavity exhaled out, and above the sky, the echo was endless for a long time.

On the stele, the brilliance flows, as if there is life, the Tao is as bright as a dragon, entrenched on the stele, and the sword power is indescribable.

Jian Wushuang, who had been sitting withered, slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were full of shock.

A deep gaze came out.

In a far, far away.

A sword roared.

Soon, a sword followed behind the other.

In an instant, another sword appeared.

In a moment's time, above the distant heavenly dome, a mighty sword river came, and the sword river was still growing.

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Between heaven and earth, all the swords sensed Mo Wentian's sword.

The river of swords came mightily.

Crush the void.

It's almost instantaneous.

The sword river appeared above the heavenly dome at the top of the Heavenly Hanging Peak.

The Sword River covers the sun all day long.

The sword roared, the cold light flashed out, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal.

"Lu Zu, I'm here to break your hundreds of years of chess. ”

Mo Wentian let out a shout.

White hair is like snow, fluttering in the wind, and the clothes are hunting, peeling and peeling.

"Broken!"

A word is like thunder, exploding between heaven and earth.

The mighty Sword River suddenly volleyed down into the sky, like the Milky Way above the nine heavens hanging upside down, torrenting down.

On top of the stele.

The entrenched Radiant Dragon was surging, as if it were angry, exuding a terrifying power.

Dingding

The crisp sound kept ringing.

The sword in the river of swords kept falling to the ground, rubbing dazzling sparks.

Three feet away from the stone stele, there seemed to be a huge curtain of light, making it difficult for the sword in the sword river to get close to half a point.

Mo Wentian's expression was still with a faint smile.

It's very relaxing.

It seems to be in the chest.

Move your right hand slightly.

Mo Wentian made a light movement, like threading a needle, looking very delicate.

In the middle of the river of swords.

Ten thousand swords rang out in unison.

A terrible will erupted suddenly.

That's sword intent.

At this moment, Mo Wentian actually gathered the sword intent of ten thousand swords.

The ten thousand swords in the sword river seemed to merge together, rushing down with earth-shattering might.

This time.

No more swords landed.

But it is still difficult for Jianhe to gain half an inch.

It seems to be at a stalemate.

Li Qifeng stood quietly beside Mo Wentian, between heaven and earth, the cold light surged, and the sword qi was horizontal, but Mo Wentian's side was extremely quiet.

Li Qifeng can clearly see Mo Wentian's every move.

Between his hands and feet, Mo Wentian was filled with incomparably huge confidence, as if he had expected that he would defeat this Lu Zu.

I couldn't help but feel a little strange in my heart.

The whispers of discussion around him kept coming.

Clear to the ear.

Li Qifeng's expression showed a hint of a smile.

At this moment, Mo Wentian showed a strong might, and it seemed that he couldn't check much compared to Lu Zu back then.

Jian Wushuang's gaze fell on Mo Wentian's body.

There was a shock in his expression.

Sitting under this stone stele, nearly a hundred years have passed, and Lu Zu's sword intent has naturally been understood much more thoroughly, but today, the powerful sword intent displayed by Mo Wentian does not seem to be weaker than Lu Zu back then.

"Could it be that Mo Wentian can really compete with Lu Zu?"

A terrible thought arose in Jian Wushuang's heart.

Soon.

Jian Wushuang erased the thoughts from his mind, and there was nothing else.

Who is the Sword Ancestor, and who is Mo Wentian?

It has only been a sword ancestor in the world for thousands of years, how could Lu Dongxuan be surpassed so easily.

No one can.

An obsession arose in Jian Wushuang's heart.

A faint sword intent emanated from Jian Wushuang's body, circulated all over his body, and then entered the stone tablet, adding a little more brilliance.

On the stone stele, the power is even more powerful.