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This is the venue of the second duel at the end of the Qin Dynasty - Guanghan Palace.

Under a five-hundred-foot tall laurel tree, a wrestler waved his strong and powerful arms and picked up an axe to cut down the tree.

Qin Mo stood in the middle of the square, and his opponent was a white-faced scholar.

"Qin Wudao!" The scholar on the opposite side opened a folding fan with a "swish", and naturally fanned it gently.

"Are you ......?"

"Lu Ning, known as 'Little Land Pressure'." The man looks a few years older than Qin Mo, but it seems that he is also an experienced person.

Qin Mo's face was expressionless, he really hadn't heard of any "small land pressure".

"Oh, then let's stop talking nonsense, let's get started."

Phew!

As soon as his words fell, he saw Lu Ning smile slightly, and countless water molecules in front of him gathered to form ten ice flying knives, and the folding fan waved lightly, and the flying knives swished out.

"What kind of talent is this?"

Qin Mo was stunned, and did not hesitate to transport the "Soul Clock" to the extreme, and with a shudder, all the substances in the world in his eyes became slow.

Puff puff.

The ten flying knives were easily dodged by Qin Mo, but there was also a flying knife that passed by his face, and just the surface of the gang wind made Qin Mo feel a spirit.

"This is definitely no ordinary throwing knife!"

"Good body."

The white-faced scholar seemed to be watching a dance, and the folding fan in his hand was waved again and again, and thousands of flying knives appeared in front of him.

This time, there are not only "Ice Flying Knives", but also "Earth Flying Knives" and "Fire Flying Knives".

"This ......" At this moment, Qin Mo was also stunned, it was too spectacular.

This guy's ironclad must have gotten the "Fruit of Gods and Demons".

"Go!"

The rain of swords whistled in the sky, and the voice of despair shot in.

"Roar! Recite! ”

Suddenly, a dragon roared and a tiger roared, followed by frogs, bears, birds, apes and other sounds sounded one after another.

Qin Mo used the body refining technique to the extreme, his whole body was black, and his muscles were bulging one by one, and he thought it was a piece of dragon scales if he didn't pay attention to it.

"Good kung fu!" The white-faced scholar shook his fan in a chic manner, quite a pair of "lupine scarves, talking and laughing between the ashes".

Qin Mo did not use a sword, and he was not allowed to summon it again after the competition began.

This is the most dangerous moment since he participated in the competition, and the opponent's move "rain of swords" is too incomprehensible.

"Fight!"

Qin Mo waved his fist, his qi and blood exploded, and he shouted: "July meteor shower!" ”

Ding Ding Ding!

A pair of iron sparrows struck at the rain of swords.

After a breath, Qin Mo's arms had been cut to pieces, and the entire arm was cut off by force, and for a while, flesh and blood flew along with the flying knives.

"Good ......!" The white-faced scholar watched Qin Mo go crazy to this point, and he actually stretched out his two arms to fight his "knife rain", how strong willpower does this have?

Although it is a virtual world, the pain and so on are 99% close to reality.

It's a "thousand cuts".

Qin Mo's arms were gone at this time, his teeth were creaking, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and the breath gathered by his external strength was still there, and it was not broken because his arms were cut off.

"Click......" Just when the white-faced scholar was stunned, Qin Mo broke out.

"Come on! Just let me see how strong the rumored 'God Killer' is. ”

The scholar suddenly knelt down, his hands on the ground, and his brows stared at Qin Mo, who was moving rapidly.

"Thorns!"

Burst!

Sou!

Qin Mo seemed to have eyes under his feet, and the half-foot-high earth thorns suddenly poked out of the ground and avoided them all.

"Die!" Qin Mo's eyes were cold to the extreme, and at this time he could only fight to the death, unless he admitted defeat.

"Ahh The white-faced scholar had an extra "yellow vest" on his body and shouted, one punch wrapped in cold ice, and the other punch wrapped in flames and collided with Qin Mo.

Rumble!

At the moment when the two were about to fight, Qin Mo actually changed his strength in mid-air, and he didn't know how to take a step.

Flying immortal step, one step without beginning.

The white-faced scholar was stunned when he saw Qin Mo disappear, and then there was a sound of his chest bursting and bones shattering from his back.

Poof!

Qin Mo used all his physical strength to take two steps, and the flying immortal fell down.

The white-faced scholar's back appeared with a footprint printed on his back, and his chest was completely exploded, and all the internal organs inside were shattered.

This is the palm of the gods, which is rigid and soft.

The second game was a crushing victory at the end of Qin.

"Little Land Pressure" Lu Ning is undoubtedly very perverted, at least in the breathing stage, his ability is very strong.

He controlled the power of the three elements of "earth", "water", and "fire", and Qin Mo could clearly feel that the other party's root had not even stimulated one-tenth of his potential.

If Lu Ning learns to fuse the power of the elements, his strength will definitely be stronger.

After the second game, Qin Mo withdrew from the virtual world, and the infinitely close to the real pain made him almost unable to bear it.

Fortunately, there is the third form of the "Fengyun Sword Technique" "Beyond the Nine Clouds" to weaken the pain, otherwise it would not have been able to get close to him at all.

"Poof!"

Qin Mo took off the virtual connection helmet and was just about to get up when he fell headlong, his arms seemed to be disobedient, and his spirit was still left in the pain of "a thousand knives scraping bones" just now.

In fact, he didn't feel his arms for a moment, but instinctively intercepted the flying knife according to his consciousness, and now that the battle was over, that terrible feeling slowly attacked.

"The end!" Feng Qing was reading a book in the living room when she heard Qin Mo fainting.

By the time Qin Mo woke up, it was already the next day.

"In the future, don't fight like in the virtual world, it's very dangerous." Feng Qing was very worried about the food she was admonishing, and Qin Mo smiled and buried himself in eating.

After eating, Qin Mo recalled that he had some palpitations, the other party's ability was too restrained to ordinary people in the breathing stage, and his god and demon fruit was also a pure spiritual fruit, and he didn't have so many peculiar abilities.

Of course, if "Little Land Pressure" Lu Ning meets Miss Tang Er, who has the "Giant Fruit", and Bai Haoran, who has the "Dragon Scale Fruit", he will also be restrained.

After resting for a morning, Qin Mo felt that he was in good shape and entered the virtual world again.

After a few minutes of preparation, the third and final one-on-one competition began.

This time the environment for the decisive battle was in a swamp.

If Qin Mo wins this time, then even if he loses the next two multiplayer battles, it will not be fine.

So, this battle is crucial.

The swamp was covered with fallen leaves, and people gently stepped on it and swayed from side to side, but the control of the strength of Qin Mo's level reached a subtle level, as long as it was not out of control, it would not fall into it.

On the other side of the swamp stood a man in a cape.

Whoosh!

Qin Mo's pupils shrank suddenly, and he watched three flying knives shoot in.

"Damn, it's knives again."

This time Qin Mo was really scared, and he didn't want to experience the pain of being scraped by a thousand knives anymore.

Given the experience of the last time, this time Qin Mo moved quickly to approach the enemy.

The man in the cloak seemed to be shooting a flying knife when he tried it, and when Qin Mo approached, he actually flew over.

Bang bang bang!

Neither of them spoke, and as soon as they met, they exchanged hands.

Syllable!

Wow!

Both of them were catapulted out by the other's force, and they hurriedly stabilized their bodies so as not to fall into the swamp.

"You're also a physical cultivator!" The two looked at each other at the same time.

The advantages of physical practice are evident in the breathing phase.

As soon as Qin Mo fought, he felt that the other party was an all-round master, and the technique he used just now was a wrestling technique.

"Come again!"

This time, the two seemed to have a heart, and began to fight hard.

Bang bang bang!

The two pairs of fists slammed into each other until hundreds of punches later parted again.

"This guy...... Did the iron hit, the uncle died painfully. The man in the cloak had his hands drooping, pretending not to be in pain.

"Ah...... This madman...... I don't feel my hands anymore. The corners of Qin Mo's mouth twitched, but he didn't feel pain when he looked at the other party, and he endured it.

Both of them were waiting for their hands to regain consciousness, and they couldn't stand screaming after waiting for three seconds.

"Ah...... It's painful to kill the uncle. "Qin Mo doesn't care about any image, anyway, he is not a master of physical arts, what he is afraid of is better than holding back.

"Shhh...... Ah......h

Phew!

Suddenly, a flying knife shot towards Qin Mo.

The fallen leaves under Qin Mo's feet exploded, muddy water splashed everywhere, and the whole person turned into a shadow and rushed over.

Wow!

Suddenly, the man in the cloak turned around and raised his cloak, and more than a dozen flying knives shot towards Qin Mo.

"It's knives again."

Bang bang bang!

Qin Mo got close, his feet flew over, and the two of them also worked hard.

"Dark World!"

At some point, the man's eyes lost their white pupils and turned into a strange pure black, and the eyes were like two black holes.

Qin Mo's eyes were swallowed up in an instant, and even his spirit seemed to fall into endless darkness.

"Oops!"

"Uh......" When Qin Mo saw the light, he saw a flying knife shoot into his throat, and then he heard the sound of failure.

"What kind of fruit is this......" Qin Mo withdrew from the virtual world and muttered in annoyance.

Feng Qing said lightly and said in surprise: "You finally lost?" ”

"Why do you seem to be happy when I lose?" Qin Mo looked at Feng Qing, who was watching the joke, and said dissatisfied.

"Hehehe." Feng Qing smiled when she saw Qin Mo's appearance.

"Okay, tell Aunt Qing how she lost?"

Qin Mo talked about that guy's talent in general, and muttered, "If I use a sword, I can definitely win." ”

Feng Qing glanced at him, "You don't use a sword yourself." ”

"Hehe, my sword is not something that anyone can experience, if you don't do it, the bright sword will win." Qin Mo was not so annoyed when he talked about the sword.

"A slut is hypocrisy!" Feng Qing glared at Qin Mo and deliberately stimulated him.

Qin Mo smiled, and ignored Fengqing, what does "burial sword style" mean, that is, raising swords, containing swords, and practicing swords, the better the "burial", the more powerful the sword will be.

These two forms are complementary to each other, yin and yang.

No matter what kind of gentleman the "sword" is, it is a killing weapon.

In the past, the "Sword God" of martial arts novels, Ximen Chuixue, regarded killing as an art, because he regarded killing as a sacred and beautiful thing, and he had dedicated his life to this matter.

This is Simon Blowing Snow's "Sword Dao", which seems to be ruthless and really affectionate, he can travel thousands of miles to kill people for a stranger.

Simon Blowing Snow is also "hot-blooded", but his "hot-blooded" looks cold.

The sword intent of the end of Qin is completely opposite to the sword intent of Ximen Blowing Snow, but the principle is the same. He doesn't use his sword easily, and he doesn't rely on ruthlessness to gain strong psychic power.

What was solidified in Qin Mo's heart was the "Bright Sword Style", "Burial Sword Style", and "Life Force". The three sword intents, the three stages of life, have made the artistic conception of Qin Mo and other swordsmanship have reached a very high level.

In his mind, "killing" or "dying" is indeed a sacred and beautiful thing. But at the same time, he also believes that "killing" is by no means the most beautiful and sacred swordsmanship, and the swordsmanship of saving people is also brilliant.

Every swordsman is proud in his heart, he is unique, no matter which world the swordsman has his own way in his heart.

If you want to "kill" to become sacred and beautiful, you must understand the greatness and meanness of your "enemy", so that you can inspire the most beautiful swordsmanship.

Simon Fuyuki understands, so he's been waiting for the guy who can let him out of the sword.

If you let him kill a pig and try it, he will definitely not have a beautiful action and perfect artistic conception to kill a pig.

Qin Mo also understands, so he doesn't use his sword easily, not because of hypocrisy, but because he understands swords.