After the confrontation with one blow, both of them were shaken away, and Na Mo Zheng landed on the competition platform, pulling out a long mark under his feet, and Tai Chun was similar, falling to the ground, and he was also pushed backwards several times before he could stop.

Mo Zheng fell to the ground and felt a surge of air, and the blood in his body was even more tumbling, and when he frowned and thought that he had fallen into the downwind, the face of the Taichun suddenly turned pale, and he coughed several times in his mouth before he stabilized his breath.

Seeing this, Mo Zheng laughed, and pointed at Shantai Chun is sneering: "Zhan Taichun, it seems that your cultivation of this fake Dan is the real illusion, and against me, a person in the middle stage of condensation, you have ended up like this!"

As soon as these words came out, coupled with the fact that everyone observed the situation of Taichun, at this time, a burst of cheers and shouts broke out in the distant spectator seat, of course, these people are all Heavenly Punishment Sects, and the Confucian sect naturally would not see their own holy son fall like this, and shouted loudly.

When Taichun heard Mo Zheng's words, he suddenly lost his breath, snorted coldly, didn't say much, and directly swept his body up, opened the folding fan, and faced Mo Zheng is a wild fan.

The aura fluctuated like a tide, and one after another red energy struck at Mo Zheng, with a cold wind scraping the bones.

Mo Zheng saw that the attack was like this, or hurriedly dodged, or raised his sword to block, and he coped with it with ease, but on the other hand, on the other hand, Tai Chun's side, at this time, he seemed to seize a gap, and began to whisper one spell after another in his mouth.

"It's not good! Then Taichun is going to use a trick!" At this time, Qin Wuyi in the audience noticed the movement of Taichun, and a look of worry began to appear between his eyebrows.

It turned out that the previous sharp blow of the Taichun was just buying time for the trick he was now accumulating! With the continuous chanting of the mantra of the Taichun, I saw that the fan bones of the folding fan in the hand of the Taichun began to extend outward, and finally extended thirteen bright blades, like thirteen swords attached to the folding fan.

Each blade carried a cold oppression, causing a slight hissing sound to erupt all around, as if even the air was being cut by those sharp blades.

At this time, Mo Zheng had already dealt with all the previous strength, and finally freed his hand to deal with Taichun, but when he saw the thirteen sharp blades in Taichun's hand, his pupils couldn't help but shrink, and he exclaimed: "Thirteen swords!"

"Hmph, it's a bit of eyesight!, but now that I recognize it, it's a bit over!"

Mo Zheng didn't dare to hold it up at this time, he didn't fight with Taichun once or twice, he knew the power of this move, and without saying a word, he had to dodge the way of destroying the body.

However, Na Taichun's cultivation was still higher than him, and he chased after him without three or two strokes, and couldn't help but say, he picked up the thirteen sharp blades and attacked Mo Zheng.

There is no way to dodge, there is no way to dodge, there is no way to dodge, so you have to raise your sword to block!

Clang!

After blocking a sharp blade, the other twelve sharp blades in the fan also attacked him without hesitation at this time!

Woohoo......

A series of attacks fell, and Na Mo Zheng was hit by one of the twelve swords, he screamed miserably, and his body flew out upside down, and the sword marks on his chest were bleeding like a note, each one

The sword marks are deep to the bone.

Seeing this, the Hongru Sect and the others all cheered loudly, and the Heavenly Punishment Sect all had their previous smiles and frowned.

The battle situation is changing rapidly, Na Mo Zheng just fell to the ground, and immediately a carp hit him, and he flew out with a sword qi quickly, which caught Na Taichun off guard, and his arm was also scratched with a long blood mark.

Tan Taichun was in pain for a while, his heart was furious, and he once again aimed his fan at Mo Zheng, but Mo Zheng also learned to be smart at this time, knowing that he couldn't dodge, he simply didn't escape, stood in place with peace of mind, and began to quickly chop a few swords out.

The sword light was like a mang, and Na Tai Chun had no choice but to block those attacks first, and Mo Zheng just seized this opportunity and threw the sword out, the tip of the sword pointed at the sky, and the incantation in his mouth was quickly recited.

A little white light began to fall in the sky, and it quickly converged towards the Huangquan Sword.

"The stars destroy the evil!"

Mo Zheng roared, the hurricane rose spontaneously, everyone raised their eyes to look at the sky, only to see that the clouds were rapidly spreading at this time, and the points of light were like comets descending, at an extremely fast speed, one after another towards Mo Zheng's side.

"Oh my God, what kind of sword technique is this, it can actually attract the power of the stars!" Everyone in the Heavenly Punishment Sect was so shocked that their jaws were about to drop, and their eyes stared at all this in front of them, and they couldn't believe it.

"Xingluo Sword Technique!" Jing was so desperate that he subconsciously shouted, this set of swordsmanship was his peerless inner door stunt, and few people practiced it, so few people knew about it, but Jing Jue had seen Mo Zheng use it when he was fighting against that Yuan Qiong Dao person, and he knew it.

"What, this is the Xingluo Sword Technique? Is it the peak stunt that cuts through hundreds of rivers with one sword?" Jia Jin on the side looked at Jing Jue in surprise at this time, wanting to confirm something.

"I don't know if one sword can break Baichuan, but I know that my senior brother used this sword before, and he didn't lose to Yuan Qiong Daoren. Jing Jue said calmly.

Yan Qingqian couldn't help it at this time, and said: "That Yuan Qiong Dao person is in the middle stage of the Dan Festival, Senior Brother Mo Zheng can actually use this sword to compete with that Yuan Qiong Dao person!

"Tan Tai Chun, it's over!" Jia Jin muttered, his eyes beginning to glow with excitement.

On the other side, when Qin Wuyi saw Mo Zheng make this move, his heart could be said to be even more excited than the rest of the Heavenly Punishment Sect, but he had always had an excellent temperament, and he didn't act so exaggerated, he just muttered at the corner of his mouth: "Mo Zheng of the Heavenly Punishment Sect is coming back!"

The people of the Hongru faction, this time they saw that Mo Zheng had made such a big battle, and they were smiling at the last moment, but at this moment they immediately turned into a bitter gourd face, and their hearts began to worry about Taichun, and at the same time, they were looking forward to Taichun's countermeasures.

As the party concerned, Tan Taichun, seeing Mo Zheng such a battle at this time, his heart was undoubtedly desperate, his eyelids were trembling at this time, what kind of swordsmanship is this swordsmanship? How is it so terrifying!

At the moment of his thoughts, Mo Zheng had already raised his sword, and there was a little white light on the blade, with the sword light of the Yellow Spring, as if it was a little star in the Milky Way.

After a while, Mo Zheng almost used all his strength to slash down with a fierce sword.

Whoa!

In an instant, the fierce sword qi swept across the entire martial arts platform, accompanied by a long roar, a majestic giant

At this time, the big sword shadow dragged a long arc of light and slashed towards that Tai Chun!

Puff!poof!poof......

The shadow of the sword is still drawing, and the air is already being suppressed by the majestic power to explode again and again, and that kind of posture is really going to fall on Taichun, presumably, he must be dead!

"No!

"Holy Son, admit defeat!"

Seeing this at this time, the people of the Hongru faction at the far end shouted one after another, and that kind of shouting was heartbreaking.

As the referee elder, Liu Shangyuan was afraid that Na Mo Zheng would chop Na Taichun to death, and he would be disqualified at that time, and even be heavily punished, so he wanted to stop him, but after all, he had just entered the Jiedan, and he didn't dare to stop this kind of offensive easily, otherwise, even he himself would be affected.

However, fortunately, Na Taichun has not yet admitted defeat, and he has his reasons, so he didn't make a move, and even if he was hacked to death, he just hit the Hongru faction hard.

Rao is seen by others like this, I'm afraid the whole mind is blank, but, he is a pure Tai, after all, he is a holy son, and the basic temperament of not messing up in danger is still a little bit.

Seeing that the sword shadow was approaching him little by little, the oppression was constantly squeezing his body, and suddenly, his brows scattered, as if he had made some kind of determination, and swept directly towards the sword shadow.

When everyone saw this, they didn't know why, especially the people of the Confucian sect, they all screamed in surprise.

Is this a trend that is purely insane? If this trend does not avoid its sharp edge, how can it dare to hedge away and die?

At this time, everyone has this idea in their hearts!

Purely from the perspective of the duel, Qin Wuyi also felt that Taichun's approach was obviously a little unwise at this time, but after only a moment, he found the clue, and before he had time to react, he began to shout at Mo Zheng on the stage: "Mo Zheng, be careful!"

Mo Zheng originally saw that Tai Chun had done this, and he already felt that the outcome had been decided, so he was a little slack, after all, the aura that this move had to consume was too much, and he was a little powerless, but he heard Qin Wuyi shouting like this, and subconsciously looked carefully in the direction of Tan Tai Ming.

At this glance, he looked like he had seen a ghost, his eyes were flustered, and before he could react, an earth-shattering explosion spread in mid-air.

A huge wave brought up by Yu Wei spread out in all directions, not to mention that Qin Wuyi and the others below were swept away dozens of feet away, and even Liu Shangyuan, who was the referee elder, was staggered by the aftermath at this time.

Many Zhuji disciples who were watching the battle in the distance came into contact with that Yu Wei, and directly vomited blood on the spot, and there was even an ordinary deacon who was swept away and bled on the spot, and died violently on the spot, if it weren't for Jing Jue's use of body techniques to drag Na Jia Jin and Yan Qingqian a little farther, they would probably have suffered a lot of injuries.

Yu Wei dispersed for a long time, but the competition platform was still hazy for a while, and the dust was all over the sky, and he couldn't see the situation clearly.

That Liu Shangyuan hurriedly flicked his sleeves and made a strong breath, dusted off the smoke and dust, and presented the current situation of the competition platform to everyone.

When everyone looked at it, they were all shocked and speechless.

I saw that the competition platform had been shattered at this moment, the stones were scattered, and the whole collapsed, and among those rocks, two figures like falling in a pool of blood appeared in front of everyone.

Mo Zheng and Tan Taichun were already blurred at this time, and their life and death were uncertain.

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