Bang!

The two raised their fists and bombarded each other.

No matter how big or small!

Flesh and body collide, all kung fu is embodied in fists and feet.

The king's fist is amazing, with the momentum of shaking the mountain, and overwhelming the opponent.

Mo Wen uses his fist as a sword, and his fist is like swinging a sword, and the edge is unstoppable.

The king was already concerned by the crowd, but now that Mo Wen appeared, the king duel, causing the surrounding to boil.

"Who do you think will win?" someone asked his companion curiously.

"I think the king of the Shaking Mountain Sect will win, his name is the king, he is the king, he is so domineering, how can he be defeated by this unknown person?"

The companion was sure, he had seen the king's domineering and boundless killing, and the shadow of the king had already been planted in his heart.

How can there be a peer in this world who can defeat the king?

The battle between the two became more and more intense, and this hundred square meters of land was simply not enough to show.

They sometimes soar on top of the lava and bombard each other, and if anyone shows a flaw or loses their strength, they will fall into the lava.

It's all about fighting with your life!

Everyone around them was dazzled and worshipped, and this level of battle was enough for them to gain a lot.

It is the use of will, and the closer you get to this path, the more you can realize it, because the control of the will by these two people is amazing!

Like an arm!

Every move hides an earth-shattering will.

If an ordinary person is on the same page, his mind will surely shake and not be able to help himself.

In the end, he was stunned in place and let others slaughter him.

The collision was furious to the extreme, and the air exploded under the fists and feet.

Mo Wen's arms were sore and trembling slightly at this time, and he felt the king's fierce fist intent most clearly.

The force was as heavy as a mountain, and it smashed his fist, if it wasn't for his own experience of washing the muscles and marrow, plus his spiritual power was extremely strong, how could he stop it?

The king was not having a good time, the iron sheets on his fists were already scorched, and dark red appeared.

It was the first time he had encountered such a fist-like opponent, as sharp as a sword, as swift as wind and thunder, and as if wrapped in flames, his spiritual power and body were burned and injured by it.

Mo Wen's whole body spiritual power rioted, and he attacked the king.

He wants to quickly kill the king with all his might!

Seeing this, the king didn't dare to be careless, and tried his best to deal with it.

"Oh my God, these two are only getting serious now?" exclaimed the onlookers.

I thought that a battle of that intensity was already the full strength of the two kings, but I didn't want their true strength to be more terrifying.

The flesh of the two flickered, and there was a burst of explosion with the air, and everyone was stunned.

Their speed is even as fast as that of a grandmaster!

What kind of strong physical body and majestic spiritual power does this need to support such a speed of battle?

The king is really terrifying!

The two fought fiercely, and the aftershocks of spiritual power shattered the rocks and splashed magma.

Mo Wen became more and more brave the more he fought, and the pores of his body transformed the aura of heaven and earth and the aura of the sun.

This place is simply his home field, and the breath of the rolling sun makes his fist more and more domineering, and it hits the king, and the king is instantly blasted out.

The king's face was contorted, and he looked down at his chest.

It was a fist mark, scorching dark red, and Dao Dao sword qi surged on it, constantly cutting his chest.

What's even worse is that most of the spiritual power in his whole body has been consumed, and it can be seen that the opponent's spiritual power is surging, and it seems that there is no loss at all.

His face turned pale, and at the same time he had the intention of retreating, his opponent was too strong, and he couldn't stay here for long.

He is not a hypocritical person, as he said before, the strong are innocent, and only those who survive can become strong.

Retreating will never affect his state of mind.

The king was very decisive, exhaled the suppressed turbidity in his body, and his body quickly swept away from the distance.

Mo Wen didn't chase it, a king ran away with all his might, it was not so easy to stay, not to mention, if he left, the peerless people would be taken down by others.

"Let's leave first. Mo Wen said to a few people.

Several people followed him and prepared to leave the scene.

"Idol, what's your name?" someone stopped Mo and asked for his name.

However, there was no malice in his eyes, but a hint of adoration......

Idol?

Mo Wen shook his head and smiled.

I didn't expect that I would become an idol one day.

"Don't ask!"

Mo Wen replied softly, and left on tiptoe.

It's just a name, there's no need to hide it.

......

In the middle of a mountain forest.

Sikong Wushuang slowly got up: "Young Master Mo, this is all the scriptures I have memorized. ”

Mo Wen nodded and began to read the scriptures.

He couldn't read it......

Go ahead and take out your phone to translate.

This is......

Edgeworth's Technique!

If you look at it this way.

Could it be that every sword has scriptures on it?

It seems that we have to find a way to take a look at the Nine Swords!

"Alright, you can go!" Mo Wen said to a few people, waving his hand.

"Thank you Mo Gongzi for today's events, and there will be heavy thanks in the future. Sikong Wushuang and the others arched their hands and left, leaving Mo Wen alone to ponder the sword technique in place.

This first sword art is about using qi to control the sword through its own spiritual power.

Mo Wen took out the nameless sword and followed the method described in the sword technique.

The first step is to raise a sword!

Nourish the nameless sword with its own spiritual power.

And the spiritual power must maintain a certain special frequency.

That alone can stump many people!

Because there are forty-nine variations in this frequency, and it has to go back and forth.

......

The remnant sun slanted through the jungle.

Whoosh!

A sound of breaking the sky rang out from the forest.

A hundred-year-old tree collapsed.

After the long sword passed through the old tree, it turned around and returned to Mo Wen's hand.

Of course, this is already the limit of his operation.

He can only do some simple operations, like a driver who has just started on the road.

And although this sword technique is amazingly powerful, the spiritual power consumption is also quite large, and it can only be used as a killer weapon for the time being.

I don't know what's going on outside.

Mo Wen walked out of the mountains and forests, only to see the nine swords still standing in the sky.

Some people wanted to observe the Nine Swords through technological means, but they were blocked by a layer of pale red light on their surface.

"Welcome to the Ancestor to the world!"

Suddenly, several neat voices spread in front of Zhongnan Mountain.

Everyone was amazed.

Whose ancestor is this coming?

"Look at the northern heavens!" someone shouted.

I saw a cloud and mist drifting in the distance, and when the cloud and mist drifted in front of Zhongnan Mountain, the ground dispersed, and a middle-aged man in a white robe stepped on the void, as if walking on the ground.

The audience was silent, and they didn't dare to gasp for breath, only frightened the heavenly masters.

"This is the ancestor of Taibai Mountain!" someone recognized the clothes on his body and concluded with a mouthful.

Taibai Mountain was once ranked in the eleventh cave of Taoism, Xuande Cave Heaven, the heritage is amazing, and now its ancestor was born, only for the nine swords.

I saw that the ancestor of Taibai Mountain stretched out his ten-zhang spiritual power hand and stretched out towards the nine swords, he believed that he could hold one of the nine swords!

But he didn't want to, before the big hand touched the giant sword, he was slashed by a fiery red sword qi.

The face of the ancestor of Taibai Mountain sank, and the immortal's popularity disappeared in an instant.

"Just a few remnant swords, and I also want to compete with the deity!" "The ancestor of Taibai Mountain spat thunder from his mouth, and it spread to the audience.

Immediately, a more condensed spiritual power hand stretched out again.

He's going to shoot the nine swords down!