Morovogen's manifesto is unusually domineering, but he has the capital.

For more than 100 years since he became famous, he has killed the black dragon, shocked the heroes, crisscrossed the north and south, and never encountered a defeat. Under the name of the Full Moon Sword Saint, there hung a series of glorious names, each of which was almost the supreme genius of an era, but these people were all defeated by his sword.

The sword climbs to the top and I am the edge, this sentence is a portrayal of his life!

Rollin gently patted off the horse's back, jumped up lightly from the horse's back, stood on the edge of the bridge, and without rushing into the water, paced along the broad edge of the boat for a few steps, and gave the order softly: "Iona, Narosa, Langergo, go and get ready." Ambushing on both sides of the Great River, this duel will be won or lost, and Morovogan must die. ”

The duel process is fair, and he is the only one who fights, but there is a chance that if he misses, this follow-up arrangement is to ensure the elimination of Morovogan.

In his position, who would be brainless enough to believe in a truly fair duel unless it was really necessary?

All three nodded, and they prepared to quietly make arrangements.

"One more thing." Rollin lowered his voice: "In case I am unlucky, Horn will take my place." ”

"He, does that guy have what it takes?" Iona was surprised.

Narosa and Rongo didn't question Horn's ability, but Horn's ability and vision may be enough, but his force is insufficient, and he doesn't have any outstanding records, so I'm afraid it will be difficult to convince the public.

"Just tell Vianna of my decision. She will support my decision. ”

With Vianna's support, Horn was able to initially secure his position, believing that with his means, as long as he survived the chaos of the initial time, he would naturally have the means to sit in a stable position later.

After saying this, Luo Lin smiled slightly, turned around, and jumped into the Blackwater River.

Morovogan floats on the surface of the water with his extreme power of landslide, and his whirlpool energy has a similar effect.

After falling to the surface of the water, he stepped out, centered on his foot, and the surface of the water swirled, and a whirlpool appeared.

This whirlpool removed the force of Luo Lin's fall, and at the same time, Luo Lin's soles lightly touched the water, but it was the wave meaning of the Red Moon Sword Saint at the beginning, and at this moment he felt the power of flowing in the water, and then stepped on this force, and jumped forward with his strength.

After that, with every step he took on the water, a whirlpool of water flew out, and from a distance, it gave people the illusion that at the moment of the whirlpool, the river became solid, and Luo Lin stepped forward.

It's a pity that Angela is not at the Mosalen Bridge at this time, she followed Zacrow to the Frost Canyon, otherwise she will definitely have a better understanding of martial arts when she sees this peak duel.

As the opponent continued to approach, Morovogen's face became more and more solemn, and he could feel that the opponent's strength had taken a qualitative leap after this period of time.

This man came on the waves, and he felt a real pressure.

In his life, he has fought countless battles with people, and there are only three people who can make him feel this way, one is the Sword Saint, the other is the Red Moon Sword Saint, and the other is the Great Demon King Bucklay who has just come to the mainland.

Now this Rollin is the fourth.

"You made it to Legends?" Morovogen asked, and then gave his own answer: "No wonder you don't use battle armor anymore, that thing is indeed too bulky." ”

Battle armor is good, but for martial saints, battle armor will affect their play to pure strength, if they wear battle armor, not to mention other things, don't think about fighting on the water, the heavy battle armor will drag people to the bottom of the water.

Rollin stood thirty meters away from Morovogen and smiled, "That's why I agree to this duel." Morovogen, this is the third time we've played each other, and there's no fourth. ”

"I don't want to have a next time." The sword in Morovogen's hand shook slightly, and the bright moonlight flowed out, sparkling and beautiful.

Luo Lin held a horizontal sword in front of him, and his left hand made a sword finger to caress the sword body, and with his movements, countless flamboyant whirlpool curves boiled out, and countless complex moire whirlpools appeared on the sword body.

The light of the power of anger appeared on his body, and this light also changed, no longer pure brilliance, in the brilliance, there were more endless whirlpools, and around the whirlpools were flying curves of light and shadow, exactly like the sword in his hand.

At this moment, the moire sword is him, he is the moire sword!

This decisive battle of the continent's peak martial artists is about to break out.

Mosarun Bridge, by the Blackwater River, although separated by a short distance, everyone's hearts are heavy, and they feel a huge pressure.

No one made a sound, even the baby in its mother's arms stopped crying. The clouds in the sky also seemed to have stopped flowing, and the sun hid behind the clouds and did not dare to show its face, and the river breeze was originally whistling, but at this time it became silent.

The people around him seemed to be holding their breath.

This battle, no matter who wins or loses, will be remembered in the epic of the mainland.

Suddenly, the two opposing people moved.

The two of them tread the water, approaching quickly, and when they got closer, the swords had not yet clashed, and the power of the water under their feet had already collided.

"Bang~" The water surface exploded, the water splashed, and was shaken into water droplets, water mist, and a cloud of smoke under the powerful force.

In this mist, two pairs of eyes appeared, one filled with black mist, and the other clear as ice; There were two more swords, brilliant and intertwined. "Zheng!" In the sound of the sword, the power overflowed, extinguishing the smoke cloud around the two of them, this power continued to rush out, even if this explosive power was out of the master's control, it was still condensed to the extreme, crashing into the water, pulling out several water walls hundreds of meters long and seven or eight meters high on the water surface.

The scene was magnificent.

The two on the water were clashing at a speed that ordinary people could not follow with the naked eye.

Morovogen's mountain collapse energy was mixed with the rich magic of death, forming waves of wild attacks on the sword, like a landslide tsunami.

Luo Lin's whirlpool strength is mixed with the power of anger, but it is a whirlpool that swallows a qiē, and the strength of Morovogen is like a mountain, once it enters the whirlpool, it is dissipated and dissolved by the churning waves and swirling water.

In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged ten swords, both struggling to gain the advantage, but they were evenly matched.

Of course, it can't go on like this, Rollin's goal is not to compete with Morovogan in skills, but to win and kill this dark slave.

With a slight thought, the wind speed combat skill was activated, and the world in front of him suddenly slowed down, and the mist in all directions became slow-moving water droplets in his eyes, and the opponent's movements suddenly seemed to enter slow motion, and the flaws that were originally just a flash became extremely fatal in this instant.

The eleventh sword, Luo Lin stabbed out, and suddenly it was so subtle that it was incomprehensible, and it disrupted the rhythm of Moro Vogan at once.

Moro Vogen was slightly startled, and immediately felt a huge pressure.

After a few encounters, he knew that this must be because the other party had opened some kind of secret method to improve his ability.

But knowing that he knows, he can't think of any effective way to crack it, no, he can't say it completely, there is a way, but once he uses it, he is not sure if he can kill the other party, but he himself will definitely die.

It's a desperate move.

Do you use it? Morovogen hesitated slightly, and then he knew that he actually had no choice at all, and there was still hope of killing the opponent, and if he didn't need him, he would die, because he couldn't hold the opponent's secret method at all.

In an instant, the death magic power in his body was mobilized, and all of them poured into the sword in his hand, and the light on the sword turned from silver white to blood red in an instant, and then he sent out a combat skill to kill the blood moon.

There was hardly any time to prepare, and a high-level legendary skill flew out of the sword.

The moment he used his combat skills, Morovogen couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "It's a pity that Yinyue is not in his hand, and the power of this sword has not reached the extreme, otherwise the opponent will definitely die!" ”

Now although this sword is also a legendary weapon, if you don't take advantage of it, the power of this power blow is estimated to be only ninety percent of that of Silver Moon. He wasn't sure if he could kill his opponent.

The next moment, a sword slashed across his neck at the moment he paused to kill the Blood Moon.

A great head flew out, and Morovogen was not dead for a while, his eyes were open, and he was staring at his opponent to see how his opponent would cope with his fighting skills.

With a sword that slashed the head of the undead sword saint, Luo Lin immediately returned the sword, and the sword in his hand weaved a whirlpool sword net.

If it was a normal state, he wouldn't be able to do this, but now that the wind speed combat skill is on, his reaction speed and body speed are all fast, killing the enemy with one sword, returning the sword to defend, and doing it in one go.

A moment later, blood-red power crashed into his sword net, and terrifyingly powerful power surged upward.

The sound of the sword resounded in a line, and in the air in front of Luo Lin, a clear swirl of light and shadow appeared, and after the light and shadow was the blood-red legendary battle skill.

The two sides kept clashing, one attacking, the other defusing it.

In the face of Morovogen's sword that gathered his strength, Rollin really used all his strength to defend desperately.

His body continued to retreat, and the whirlpool current on the water under his feet extended more than thirty meters, which was the power that was unloaded by Luo Lin.

A fish passed through this current, and its body was directly twisted to pieces by the violent force.

Just retreated for nearly a hundred meters, and the killing blood moon was finally exhausted because of the lack of a source and the lack of follow-up, and was finally wiped out by Luo Lin with the last sword.

Feeling the smell of blood surging in his throat, Luo Lin exhaled a long breath and couldn't help but sigh secretly: "It's so dangerous!" ”

If the opponent's strength is stronger, he will not be able to catch it, and it is estimated that he will have to follow in the footsteps of Morovogen.

Of course, there are no ifs and ifs in the real fight, and he is winning now.

There was a "poof" sound, coming from the water in the distance, and it was Morovogen's head that had fallen into the water, and his eyes were closed.

A generation of legends, on the Blackwater River, was defeated at the hands of another newly rising legend.

There was silence on the Mosalen Bridge, then there was a sudden explosion, and there was a huge cheer.

On the third day of the second withering month in the year 1161 of the Sacred Calendar, in the Blackwater River, the Silver Crusader Marshal Maple Leaf Sword Saint unleashed eleven swords and killed the bloody madman Moro Vogen. R1152