"Huh!"

The blood-colored long sword in Shang Mu's hand was like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, like a stab in Jiang Mo's neck.

The fierce sword qi, carrying an astonishing wind pressure, came oppressively.

Jiang Mo's face remained unchanged, but there were shouts one after another around him.

"Nine Dragons Wind Thunder Palm!"

Bang!

Jiang Mo took a deep breath, and the Yuan Force in the Dantian Qi Sea was transferred to his hands, and with a bang, it smashed down fiercely.

In an instant, a burst of wind and thunder sounded on the martial arts platform.

He slapped his palm on the blood-colored long sword, and suddenly the sword body trembled, making a buzzing sound, and Shang Mu only felt a feeling of soreness and numbness in his arm.

"Burning Sun Sword Technique!"

Shang Mu roared, and the long sword burst out, slashing out pieces of brilliant sword flowers.

Around, there seemed to be a scorching sun giant appearing, oppressing Jiang Mo.

"It's the Burning Sun Sword Sect's top-grade sword technique. ”

"I didn't expect that Shang Mu even learned such sword skills. I don't know, he has mastered a bit of the essence!"

Jiang Mo did not use other martial arts, and still used the Nine Dragons Wind Thunder Palm to defend the business scene.

The Burning Sun Sword Technique has its own subtlety, each sword qi contains surging fire power, and the surrounding air is scorched by the blazing sword qi, producing a sense of distortion.

"I might as well integrate the power of the Eight Desolations Burning Heavenly Flame into the Nine Dragons Wind and Thunder Palm, so that the power may be even greater. ”

Jiang Mo said secretly in his heart.

He was also inspired by the Yanyang Sword Technique of the Shang Screen.

Thinking of this, Jiang Mo urged the Eight Desolations to Burn the Heavenly Flame and moved into his palms.

Boom, boom, boom......

In the next moment, the sound of wind and thunder resounded, cyan flames shrouded both palms, and faintly, the sound of a dragon's roar came out, making people's hearts tremble.

"What kind of martial arts is that?!"

Someone exclaimed.

"It should be the white-haired young man's method of pressing the bottom of the box, right?"

People speculated.

Jiang Mo blasted out with a palm, the void shook, and the surrounding Yanyang sword qi was all shattered.

Poof......

The merchant curtain was affected, and the figure suddenly flew upside down.

"So unbeaten?"

Infused with the power of the Eight Desolations Burning Heavenly Flame, this Nine Dragons Wind Thunder Palm is even more powerful, and it blasts out with one palm, directly destroying all the moves of the Shang Curtain.

Seeing this scene in front of me, there were exclamations of amazement all around.

The prince of Yaocheng, the Flame Sword Sect Tianjiao, was beaten by that unknown white-haired young man and vomited blood with one palm?

It's unbelievable!

"Jiang Gongzi!" Qin Youfang's heart moved and he breathed a sigh of relief.

The elders of the Qin family were also a little unexpected, in their opinion, it would be good if Jiang Mo could not be killed on the martial arts platform by Shang Mu.

Now, the commercial screen is so much that it vomits blood!

The face of the Luo family master, at this moment, became very gloomy.

"This waste!" there was the Luo family elder, who scolded in a low voice in the back.

"Shut up! The prince of Yaocheng came to help my Luo family, even if he was defeated, what qualifications do you have to scold him?"

The head of the Luo family reprimanded.

"Don't worry, he still has a backhand! Tianjiao of the Flame Sword Sect, how could he be defeated so easily?"

Robin spoke.

"Wait and see. Even if you can't get sixty percent of the industry this year, you can't offend the business, you know?" said the Luo family.

After all, Shang Mu is the prince of Yaocheng and the Tianjiao of the Burning Sun Sword Sect, and no one dares to completely deny him once he is defeated.

"I'm going to kill you!"

A lot of doubts and discussions came into Shang Mu's ears, making his face very ugly.

How could he ever lose to a young man of his generation?

The palm just now made Shang Mu feel that he had lost face.

Only by killing Jiang Mo can he relieve the hatred in his heart.

"Buzz!"

Shang Maku's figure suddenly soared into the void, and a huge sword shadow appeared behind him.

It was as if there was a golden phantom, holding a giant sword, standing behind the merchant curtain.

At this moment, the momentum exuded from his body was more than a hundred times stronger than before!

"I've always heard that there is a Sword Emperor Stone Tablet in the Burning Sun Sword Sect, could it be that this business curtain has felt the will in the Sword Emperor Stone Tablet?"

The Great Elder spoke.

With his knowledge and experience, he can naturally see something.

If Shang Mu really realized the will in the Sword Emperor Stone Tablet, then how should Jiang Mo accept it?

"This move was originally prepared by me in order to step into the core disciple level. ”

"Since you are looking for death today, then I will fulfill you!"

The whole person of the business curtain seems to be possessed by the Sword Emperor, and the momentum contained in the voice is like the rolling Yangtze River, which is endless.

Laugh at!

The giant behind him, holding the shadow of the sword in his hand, immediately slashed down, and in an instant, the martial arena was shattered.

Jiang Mo also felt a force of oppression coming, this business curtain turned into the realm of the pseudo-emperor twice, and realized the will of the Sword Emperor, which can be regarded as a natural demon.

However, Jiang Mo clearly felt that the sword was always a little bit off.

Perhaps, it is the business curtain that has gone into a deviation, and it may not be said.

"Dragon's Elephant's Roar!"

Jiang Mo didn't hesitate at all, the mighty cyan flame merged into the Nine Dragons Wind Thunder Palm, and then rushed towards that sword qi.

At this moment, the dragon's roar shook the sky, and this palm burst out, and the mighty dragon-like sword qi that was cut out of the business curtain shattered inch by inch.

The Nine Dragons Wind Thunder Palm, the third layer, was like a broken bamboo, hitting the void, and the merchant curtain suddenly fell from the void as if it had been hit hard.

This time, his injuries are even more serious than before!

Even the sternum, I don't know how many are broken.

At this moment, there were bursts of gasping sounds around him, one after another.

"Is it my dazzle?"

"Can anyone tell me that the man who fell is the merchant tent?"

"The foreign aid invited by the Qin family actually has such terrifying strength?"

"If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have dared to believe that the Prince of Yaocheng and the Flame Sword Sect Tianjiao would have been defeated so miserably?"

There was an uproar around them.

In everyone's hearts, the river and the sea were turned upside down.

These words, like thorns, pierced the heart, making Shang Mu's face almost turn the color of pork liver.

He is a generation of Tianjiao, how could he be beaten so embarrassed by an unknown generation?

If this is passed back to his brothers and sisters, what will they think?

"Now, can we announce the results of the game?"

Jiang Mo glanced at the Jin family master and said lightly.

"That's natural, this battle should be won by the Qin family!"

"Congratulations to Senior Elder Qin!"

The head of the Jin family said with a smile.

"Why do I think he wins?"

When the words fell, Shang Mu slapped the storage ring suddenly, and a ghostly light flashed out, swept towards Jiang Mo with a roaring sound like a mountain and a tsunami.

Jiang Mo suddenly felt a feeling of dizziness in his mind.

"This bastard actually sneaked up!"

Great Elder Qin shouted, and all the onlookers around him were shocked.

That's the anger of the Jiao King!

The magic weapon of the Burning Sun Sword Sect was given to Shang Mu, and at this time, Shang Mu used it to sneak attack Jiang Mo.

"A Thousand Miles of Broken Sound Needle!"

Shang Mu roared again, his sleeve robe shook, and three silver flying formations shot into the air.

Thousands of miles of broken sound needle, once shot the monk of the three-turn pseudo-emperor.

Now, can Jiang Mo escape from this magic weapon?

(End of chapter)