"Even Ouyang Sheng didn't force this seat to this point back then!"

Mo Tingchi straightened his back, looked directly at Fang Xiu with his eyes, and said indifferently: "You are very good, a martial artist who has practiced external skills to this extent, you are the first one you have encountered in this seat."

Today's Holy Fall Peak will be your burial place!"

Airplanes!

The words fell, and the sword came out!

The sword intent turned into substance, like the swaying of the stars, blooming with a magnificence comparable to the great sun.

I saw Mo Dumping Chi step out, and a sword lotus bloomed under his feet.

Seven steps in a row, step by step.

The seven sword lotuses bloomed, turning into stars and shining in the world, releasing terrifying sword intent.

Buzz! Buzz!

The sound of the hilt of the sword trembling sounded, and I saw that on the Holy Fall Peak, those people in the rivers and lakes who were watching the battle, the hilt of the long sword in their hands trembled violently, as if they were about to get out of control at any time.

"This sword intent!"

Luo Haochen looked at the slightly trembling hilt of the sword in his hand, and his eyes were very solemn.

Fang Xiu invited Zhan Mo to pour the pool, and the Huashan faction got the news of such a thing.

Therefore, he also came to watch the battle on behalf of Huashan this time.

Whether it was Fang Xiu or the strength exposed by Mo Dumping Chi, they had already surpassed himself.

Regarding the speed of Fang Xiu's growth, Luo Haochen was also shocked in his heart.

However, that wasn't enough to make him lose his temper.

But now Mo Dumping's sword intent really made him unable to control the horror in his heart.

Huashan is the number one kendo sect in the world, and Luo Haochen himself is also a kendo powerhouse, but in front of the sword intent of Mo Dump Chi, he found that his sword intent was being pulled.

This change is the crushing of sword intent!

Boom!

The sword breaks out of its sheath!

But all the warriors of the rivers and lakes who carried the long sword couldn't control their blades at this time, and could only watch the long sword get out of their control and fly towards the ink pool in the air.

Occasionally, those who tried to suppress this sword intent not only failed to suppress it, but also did not have the sword intent to shock their hearts.

Luo Haochen pressed one hand on the hilt of the sword, his face changed slightly, but the trembling hilt of the sword suddenly fell silent.

"Sword Intent Transformation!"

Wu Dingyan felt this sword intent, and there was solemnity in his eyes.

This sword intent!

It still seems insignificant to him, but the purity of it can make him look sideways.

For the first time, Wu Dingyan's confidence in Fang Xiu was a little lower.

From the beginning of the war to the present, Fang Xiu has not fallen behind in the fight with Mo Dumping, and there are even signs of gaining the upper hand, which makes Wu Dingyan quite satisfied in his heart.

As long as there are no accidents, Fang Xiu has a good chance of winning.

But now the sword intent that erupted from the ink pouring pool made Wu Dingyan's heart shake a little.

However, although Fang Xiu became the Holy Son, he still did not have a comprehensive understanding of Fang Xiu, and he was not sure if the opponent had any hole cards that had not been played.

At this time, Wu Dingyan always pays attention to the changes in the field, and as long as there is something wrong, he will take action to protect Fang Xiu.

Even if the Zhengtian Sect's face is damaged because of this, it can't care so much.

Air!

The long swords converged into a river, densely packed on the Holy Fall Peak.

Countless long swords converged, and the sword qi emitted from each other mixed together, making the wind and clouds change color when they landed.

There was a lotus at the foot of the ink pouring pool, and he looked at Fang Xiu proudly.

Surrounded by ten thousand swords, the other party seemed to him to be a dead man.

This move was his real trick, and he never thought that he would use it today, but Fang Xiu's strength was beyond his expectations, and he had to do it.

Ten thousand swords converge, and the sword qi is born!

Fang Xiu felt as if he was being stared at by ten thousand swords, and the skin scraped like a sharp blade actually made his body feel uncomfortable.

Seeing this, Fang Xiu was also shocked in his heart.

The vast and domineering sword intent on Mo Dump Chi's body was the strongest he had ever seen.

This sword intent, a threat of death to him, made him feel unprecedented pressure.

However!

The pressure of death also aroused the desire to survive in his heart!

It aroused the boiling battle intent in his heart.

"Fight!"

Qi and blood erupted, turning into a river of blood, Fang Xiu took a step into the air, the void that he stepped on vibrate, and the blood river swept away with a punch, overwhelming the sky.

With a finger of the sword blade of the ink pouring pool, ten thousand swords fell like a river of swords, and ten thousand sword qi gathered into a heaven-tearing sword gang to cut off the river of blood.

Rumble!

Heaven and earth are discolored!

The void cracked, and a pitch-black crack emerged from the center of both.

The Holy Fall Peak suddenly trembled, and the rocks rolled down, and the terrifying ravine spread around the center below.

Many Jianghu warriors were unsteady on their feet and fell to the ground.

What's more, in the aftermath of this horror, the qi and blood that were shocked surged, and the mouth spat blood did not stop.

The level of horror can be seen!

The river of blood collapsed, ten thousand swords fell, and broken swords rained down.

The sword qi gathered by ten thousand swords, even the King of Fudong Ming could not completely resist it, the flesh and blood were cut apart, and the pale golden blood was swayed like money.

As if he couldn't feel the pain, Fang Xiu crushed down with a punch like Mount Tai collapsing, and landed heavily on Mo Dump Chi's chest.

Rumble!

The body flew sideways like a cannonball, smashing through the void and falling, a blood line splashing from the sky.

The dust and smoke cleared, revealing the extremely embarrassed figure of the ink pouring pool, a large chunk of his chest sunken in, and blood gushing out of his mouth mixed with scraps of internal organs.

Defeated?

Anyone who saw this scene had such a thought in their minds.

Sword Saint Ink Pouring Pool!

Defeated!

They had also thought about this result, but they thought that the loser would be Fang Xiu.

Because Mo Dump Chi has been famous for many years, he has always been the first on the innate list and no one has shaken it, and the Wudang Daozi has an unfathomable background, how could such a person be defeated in the hands of people in the same realm.

Even if Fang Xiu has become famous in recent years, he is only a rising star, and there is still a gap compared with Mo Dumping.

can look at Fang Xiu, who is bloodstained in the air but is full of fighting spirit, and then look at the ink pouring pool that vomits blood and is not embarrassed.

The two have already separated the winners and losers.

The immovable Ming King was broken, and the sword qi lingered, still acting on the wound, even Fang Xiu couldn't dispel it for a while, so he could only let the wound exist in his body.

Although the injuries on his body were not light, Fang Xiu was in a good mood.

With his surging qi and blood and martial arts cultivation now, the power of a punch with all his strength is more than ten thousand.

Withstanding his full punch, even if he was a powerhouse of the Innate Extreme Realm, he was definitely hit hard, and the other party had already cultivated deeply without falling on the spot.

Falling from the sky, Fang Xiu's gaze fell on Mo Tingchi, who was standing unsteadily, and said lightly: "You are defeated!"

"Am I defeated?"

Hearing this, Mo Tingchi's face turned pale, and he muttered repeatedly.

He's defeated!

Under the punch, his internal organs were already seriously injured, and he no longer had the strength to fight again.

This punch made his fighting spirit go away!

This punch made his indomitable kendo crack.