Wanjianshan Square is silent.

On top of the huge ring, two figures hung in the air, staring at each other. The two fighting intent slowly emanated from the two of them, gradually rising higher. A strong coercion emanated from the two of them, and the sword momentum came out of their bodies.

The wind suddenly blew in the calm space, and the two sky-high swords slammed into each other.

The silent collision shook everyone's hearts, and an unspeakable sense of depression filled their hearts, which was extremely uncomfortable.

Su Yuechan clutched her chest and frowned, this depressed feeling was a reflection of the difference in strength, which made her very uncomfortable.

Meng Bufan's terrifying sword momentum was completely released, and the power was incomparable, and the unimaginable oppressive force went towards Mo Li, but he encountered the same powerful sword resistance, and the two pressed each other to the death, and did not retreat at all. At the same time, the aura of strong spiritual power emanated from the two of them, and the space was filled with the aura of the two of them, each accounting for half of the country. The sunlight shining on the two of them fell in the eyes of everyone, and it seemed to be a little distorted, and the white clouds that were originally on the heads of the two of them had disappeared. The sky was full of white clouds, only the heads of the two people, an abrupt blank space.

Feeling Meng Bufan's terrifying sword momentum, Mo Li was very happy, thanks to the momentum he met Xiao Yantian in the scorching desert, so that his sword momentum grew far faster than he imagined, and thanks to Ji Lao's timely reminder of him, let him hone his sword momentum in advance, and finally because Jian Dong came to 'teach', his mastery of sword momentum reached a higher level, which made his sword momentum grow to the point where it was enough to compete with Meng Bufan. If any of these three are any different, Mo Li's sword momentum will fall to the upper hand.

"Let's fight!"

Meng Bufan was full of fighting spirit and made a heroic sound. The cyan spiritual power suddenly erupted, turning into an afterimage, and the Wind Armor whistled and sliced through the air, as if nothing could stop him. Mo Li's blood boiled, the fire of war burned in his eyes, and he also turned into an afterimage, and directly greeted Meng Bufan.

The violent fire spiritual power frantically poured into the Soul Devouring Sword, and a flame rose from the sword body, leaving a long flame tail in the air as Mo Li advanced rapidly. The corners of Meng Bufan's mouth were smiling, and the cyan spiritual power gradually wrapped around the spirit sword, as if the sharp aura that could cut everything gradually emanated from it.

The blue light flickered, the flames fell, and the two spirit swords slashed down with all their might.

Mo Li's left hand was surrounded by flames, and he suddenly raised it, and an incomparably sharp slash fell on it, cutting Mo Li's skin. The flames scorched the cyan spirit sword, and the spiritual power that kept cutting the palm of the hand frantically tore and bitten. A faint white mark appeared on Mo Li's red palm, but there was no follow-up.

At the same time, the long flame tail on the Spirit Devouring Sword did not hesitate at all, and directly cut off Meng Bufan's head.

Call!

Meng Bufan's left arm was raised, and the whirlwind surrounding his left arm swelled suddenly, completely enveloping his entire arm, not even revealing a single finger. The Soul Devouring Sword slashed at the whirlwind, and as soon as the castration stopped, the flames on it swelled suddenly, as if they were about to incinerate the whirlwind. Flames rise, whirlwinds howl, and they don't give in to each other.

Under the continuous cutting of the whirlwind, the flame gradually extinguished, and in the same way, under the burning of the flame, the whirlwind slowly disappeared. Finally, the flames disappeared completely, revealing the body of the Spirit Devouring Sword, and the Wind Armor on Meng Bufan's left arm was also incinerated, revealing his left arm. But the next moment, the whirlwind on Meng Bufan's body suddenly extended, covering the exposed left arm. The armor of the wind, once again intact.

The two of them took a step back at the same time, glanced at each other, and rushed out again.

Multiply!

The Soul Devouring Sword, which rose into flames again, collided with the sharp cyan Spirit Sword, and the wind spirit power turned into a whirlwind, cutting the Soul Devouring Sword, and the tooth-souring sound suddenly sounded in everyone's ears. The Spirit Devouring Sword was also polite, and the blazing flames extended out, completely enveloping the cyan Spirit Sword and incinerating it. Meng Bufan's left hand shook, and the wind armor on his arm flew away abruptly, falling off from his left arm and turning into a small whirlwind and roaring towards Mo Li. It seemed that the sharp feeling that could cut everything was close at hand, goosebumps involuntarily flickered, Mo Li snorted lightly, the fire spiritual power poured into his left arm, the skin became even redder, the flames rose, and a punch burst out.

Rumble!

The irresistible force, the suffocating heat collided with the whistling whirlwind, and exploded suddenly, and the blazing breath accompanied the scattered whirlwind to disperse wildly in all directions.

Without the slightest pause, the two turned into remnants of the Dao Dao and continued to attack each other. The wind howled, the flames lit up, and the sound of swords colliding was endless.

The two slowed down and focused on the offensive battle, and everyone could finally see it clearly.

Everyone stared intently at the battle between the two, and their hearts were surging.

The stormy attack, although it was not as ferocious as Mo Li's battle with Jin Zhan, and it was not as exciting as the feeling of punching to the flesh, but everyone was more excited. The powerful spiritual power fluctuations, the unrivaled sword momentum has surpassed all the previous battles, and this alone is enough to make everyone excited. And the terrifying breath is suppressed in the heart, which makes people's hearts tremble, and it makes people have a morbid refreshment. Visually, a whirlwind howled, flames rose, and red and blue light intertwined, soaking the entire sky.

"Break it for me!"

Mo Li let out a soft snort, and the flame-rising left fist slammed into the whistling whirlwind.

Rumble!

The furious fire spirit power and wind spirit power exploded and shot out in all directions.

Meng Bufan's body shook, took two steps back, and looked up, but his pupils shrank.

Mo Li's body shook slightly, but he didn't retreat at all.

With a light breath, Meng Bufan retreated a few steps again, and distanced himself from Mo Li. In this offensive, he is at a disadvantage.

Although the defense of the Wind Armor is very strong, his own physique is much worse, and in such a hand-to-hand fight with Mo Li, he will only suffer from it. However, there are many other ways to fight besides hand-to-hand combat. And among them, the simplest is......

Crushing of power!

The condensed incomparable spiritual power poured out wildly, and such a strong spiritual power in the dantian actually began to decrease at a speed visible to the naked eye, and at the same time, the blue light in Meng Bufan's eyes appeared, getting brighter and brighter. The long hair is flying, the robe is automatic, the sword momentum is slowly solidifying, and the whole person is like a sharp sword.

"Step forward and slash!"

With a silent recitation, Meng Bufan stepped forward with his right foot, and the spirit sword slashed forward from his waist, and the sword light flashed, but suddenly disappeared.

Just when everyone was puzzled, a cyan sword light suddenly appeared in front of Mo Li.

So fast!

I only had time to think of these two words, and the next moment, the sword light slashed at Mo Li's body. The imaginary blood splash did not appear, Mo Li's chest, the cyan sword light stagnated, and under the gaze of everyone, they finally found that the red light flowing Spirit Devouring Sword did not know when it had been placed in Mo Li's chest, blocking the cyan sword light to death.

Although this move is very fast and cannot be prevented, the move is too simple, how could Mo Li, whose eyes never fell from Meng Bufan, be easily attacked, and the Spirit Devouring Sword struck early.

"Shattered!"

Mo Li silently chanted, and the fire spiritual power in the Spirit Devouring Sword surged, cutting off the cyan sword light that stayed in front of him.

Can this be blocked?

Everyone under the ring was shocked and breathed a sigh of relief, but at this moment, everyone suddenly exclaimed.

Meng Bufan didn't expect to cause any injuries to Mo Li, all he needed was a little bit of time.

"Slash Flash!"

With a soft snort, Meng Bufan frantically absorbed spiritual power. No one saw how Meng Bufan came out with his sword, the spirit sword seemed to be motionless in his hand, but countless sword lights flashed around him.

Mo Li frowned, and it seemed that nothing had changed, but the next moment, his face changed.

The whistling sound was endless, and a powerful suction force came from all around, tearing at Mo Li's body.

In the center of the ring, a huge tornado stretched from the surface of the ring to a place that was difficult to see, the whistling sound pierced into everyone's ears, and the strong suction force raged the entire square, and the disciples under the ring burst out of spiritual power, wanting to resist this powerful suction, but they were shocked to find that even if they were so far away from the ring, they still couldn't resist this powerful suction, and their bodies gradually moved towards the ring uncontrollably.

Elder Zheng Zhi frowned slightly, his figure flickered, and he came to the ring, and with a wave of his sleeve robe, he isolated this suction.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and slowly withdrew their spiritual power, but they were shocked in their hearts, the power was so strong from such a distance, what kind of pressure should they bear in the ring.

Mo Li's face was serious, and he didn't know when, he had already landed in the center of the tornado.

The strong suction force hit from all around, and Mo Li only felt that his limbs were being brutally torn by four people, and the pain came from his limbs to his brain.

Taking a deep breath, the fire spiritual power surged wildly, and the already red skin turned red again, and the slightest flame rose above the red skin, but under the powerful tornado, like a candle in the wind, it would soon be extinguished. But everyone's worries were superfluous, not only did this tenacious flame not go out, but under the continuous replenishment of fire spiritual power, it grew stronger and stronger, and soon wrapped Mo Li's body, and the strong suction finally disappeared.

Stabilizing his body, Mo Li's eyes flashed, and his body rushed forward.

Bang!

Mo Li frowned, his body felt like he had hit a thick wall, and he was shocked back to the center of the tornado. Squinting at Meng Bufan, this tornado is indeed very strong, but it is still a little bit worse to deal with him, he doesn't believe that Meng Bufan's move is just to compete with him for spiritual power consumption. Trap him in this, there must be a way to go.

As if sensing Mo Li's gaze revealed from the tornado, the corners of Meng Bufan's mouth rose slightly.

"It's a big meal for you and I hope you are satisfied. ”

Immediately, his face turned straight, his eyes flashed, and his whole body aura converged, and even the wind armor covering his body was all converged back into his body.

An indescribable aura slowly rose on Meng Bufan's body, and he said word by word:

"Wind Strike!"

(This chapter is dedicated to friends who like Yasuo)