The reason why Li Qianjian was so frightened was because after Yang Mo jumped into the air, he suddenly withdrew his sword qi and pressed his palm on the water pillar.

I saw that after Yang Mo's palm with blue-black true qi collided with the water flow, he actually jumped ten zhang high with the help of the water flow.

Immediately after, Yang Mo, who was in the air, flipped his body, and with the help of the falling momentum on his head and feet, he stretched out his black sword and stabbed towards Li Qianjian on the river.

"Qianjun!"

As soon as the move came out, a blue-black True Martial Zang Yan suddenly opened on the black sword, burning violently and pulling out a blue-black trajectory in the air.

In mid-air, Yang Mo's entire body was wrapped in True Martial Zang Yan, like a meteor falling to the ground, roaring towards Li Qianjian.

Yang Mo got closer and closer to the river, and the pressure around Li Qianjian became more and more intense, and the surrounding rivers seemed to be pressed downward.

And in Li Qianjian's eyes, the blue-black light flame in the sky seemed to have collapsed the entire sky, so that his legs couldn't help but bend.

"Nine Dragons Storm!"

Under this overwhelming pressure, Li Qianjian shouted and swung out a palm.

Around him, nine dragon-like water columns rose into the sky, blocking Yang Mo.

But in the past few days, the water dragon has not waited to get close to Yang Mo's sword qi, as if it has lost control, and it has become a splash of water scattered and dripping in the sky.

After a series of crackling sounds, the nine water dragons were completely defeated, and Yang Mo's move finally arrived in front of Li Qianjian.

At this time, the broken wood under Li Qianjian's feet could no longer hold on, and it completely shattered, causing Li Qianjian to fall towards the river.

With a bang, a splash of water several zhang high appeared on the surface of the river, and after the splash fell, Yang Mo had already stepped on the north of the broken wood river with a sword.

And behind him, in a swirling piece of sawdust, Li Qianjian spat blood out of the river.

When he was in danger just now, if he hadn't relied on the river to block the power of Yang Mo's moves, he would have been dead and couldn't die anymore.

But even so, his five organs were still shaking, his meridians were damaged, and he had no strength to fight again.

After that blow, at this time, he watched Yang Mo tread water and leave, and he could no longer have any thoughts of blocking him.

But when he didn't pay attention, the moment he came out of the water, Yang Mo stretched out his foot and kicked, and a sharp broken wood flew out.

Li Qianjian, who thought he had escaped, instantly screamed bitterly, and a broken wood had been pierced through his neck, and blood slowly oozed out.

Li Qianjian did not delay Yang Mo's pace of crossing the river, and he stepped on the broken wood drifting on the river to the other bank.

At this time, he saw that Mr. Duan was standing on the shore, as if waiting for him.

Bang Bang Bang!

Several applause sounded, and Mr. Duan's face was more ruddy and shiny, with a hint of unnatural feeling.

"Little brother, your swordsmanship is good, try my martial arts!"

Mr. Duan said as he spoke, but he stretched out his hand to make a move on the surface of the river, and a splash of water fell into his palm.

Immediately following Mr. Duan's casual flick, several thin ice beams of cold air shot towards Yang Mo, Yang Mo's black sword blocked, but one still hit his wrist.

As soon as the thin ice entered his body, it immediately began to swim within him, bringing an incomparably itchy sensation.

"Haha......"

On the other side, Mr. Duan saw that he had a successful move, and immediately laughed proudly, but the laughter only lasted twice, but it stopped abruptly.

I saw Yang Mo's blue-black light burst out suddenly, and then a cold air was forced out of his hand, which was very conspicuous in the sun.

Looking at Mr. Duan with a strange expression in front of him, Yang Mo said with a puzzled expression: "Life and death talisman!"

When Mr. Duan heard this, he was stunned and said, "How can you know!" This technique has been lost! ”

"It can't be!"

Mr. Duan let out a low voice, and his body shook to Yang Mo's side, and his hands grabbed at the top of Yang Mo's head like ghost claws!

When Yang Mo saw this yin claw technique, when the black sword in his hand blocked out, he said again: "This is the Nine Yin White Bone Claw?" ”

After blocking Mr. Duan's gloomy claws with a sword, Yang Mo swung his sword upward, but his swordsmanship was dodged by Duan Xian with that strange body technique.

"How could you know!"

Mr. Duan became more and more surprised in his heart at this time, and after dodging Yang Mo's black sword, he flashed into the distance and looked at Yang Mo with an incredible face.

"Hehe, if I'm not mistaken, your body should be that Ling Bo microstep, it's really interesting."

Saying that, Yang Moping raised the black sword, picked the tip of the sword and said, "Let me see your other mastery, Mr. Duan!" ”

After Yang Mo finished speaking, Mr. Duan's rosy face suddenly became cloudy, as if some secret in his heart had been revealed.

"Even if you know, you're looking for death at this time!"

Mr. Duan's anger rose continuously, his hands were closed, and he pushed violently, and two balls of energy flew out with a roar.

The two masses of energy, one yin and one yang, are constantly entangled and rotating in mid-air, constantly exuding an alternating breath of hot and cold.

Wherever the energy passed, a palm-deep furrow was cut in the ground.

In the face of such an attack, the black sword in Yang Mo's hand slashed out with the True Martial Zang Yan, and the energy was dispersed with one blow.

Mr. Duan was not discouraged if he failed to succeed at the first level, and then flicked his ten fingers with both hands, and the invisible energy of the Dao Dao shot towards Yang Mo.

For some reason, seeing these bursts of energy, Yang Mo's face showed a more relaxed expression than before.

"At the beginning of my martial arts studies, I understood that greed is not rotten, miscellaneous is not as good as fine, martial arts, you will learn a hundred kinds of predecessors, but you have not realized the slightest thing of yourself, martial arts will always be martial arts, and you can't reach the realm of that way!"

As Yang Mo spoke, his fingers kept popping out like the other party, and he even shot out a stream of blue-black sword qi.

The two of them exchanged blows in the air, countless energies flew sideways, sword qi was accumulated, and the sound of swishing was endless.

In this way, the two of them have been fighting for I don't know how long, and the river beach between the two of them seems to have been plowed over.

After a battle, no matter what tricks Mr. Duan used, Yang Mo's heart seemed to be able to imitate it quickly.

At the end, he seemed to have understood something, and a smile appeared on his face.

"The extreme martial arts, different paths lead to the same end, I seem to thank you."

As Yang Mo spoke, in the sea of mental consciousness, another sword shadow lit up behind the true body dharma image.

Although it is still the same as the previous three, it is only vague and not very clear, but it can be seen that it is a simple and unpretentious sword shadow with no characteristics.

Although this sword shadow looks ordinary, it has a natural and peaceful feeling of being in harmony with everything around it.

As soon as this sword shadow came out, Yang Mo stopped his move and waved the black sword out lightly.

"Breaking the ......"

After Yang Mo said the name of this move indifferently, a ripple-like aura suddenly appeared on the black sword, swinging towards Mr. Duan with the black sword like water waves.

Wherever the rippling true qi went, Mr. Duan's energy disappeared silently, turning into bits of spiritual energy scattered between heaven and earth.

Facing Yang Mo's strange sword, Mr. Duan pushed with both hands in a panic, and a dragon-shaped aura roared out.

But the energy hit the water waves, and it still melted away silently.

Immediately after the water wave hit Mr. Duan's body, it seemed to be a light blow, but Mr. Duan seemed to be hit head-on by a giant object, and flew seven or eight feet away on the spot.

When Mr. Duan landed, Yang Mo's body had already reached the other party's side in a flash, and the black sword in his hand was already at the opponent's throat.

"Don't kill me! It was the demon monk of Pudu Cihang who promised me that if I helped King Li catch Miss Xia, he would help me break through to the realm of Yunshen, I was just temporarily bewitched, as long as you don't kill me, I will teach you all the mastery. ”

But Mr. Duan was halfway through his words, Yang Mo's black sword pierced through his throat and understood it on the spot.

Looking at his black sword, Yang Mo muttered to himself: "Peerless, my sword path can't accommodate ...... anymore."