There are nine steps on the platform.

Tsing Yi, green sword, a little red.

On and off the stage, he has become the only scenery, the wind blows his clothes, and the green silk flies.

Step by step, step by step, landing sound.

The blood-clothed man behind him, the people under the steps, and the bronze bird platform under his feet have all become the background.

A picture of a young man on stage, he is the only one who is vivid and clear, and his other people and objects are condensed into thick or light ink spots.

Nine steps, he took the sixth step, with his left foot in front and his right foot behind.

"Hurt someone, just left?"

The indifferent voice broke the picture, and all the people came to life, looking at the source of the sound one by one.

Ram Chen's footsteps were sluggish, and he took another step, he wanted to take three more steps, go up and look again, but the people who came took this as a provocation.

"Famous Sword Commander, Old Man Mo Fei came to ask for a sword!" There was a hint of anger in his cold voice.

Ram Chen stopped, turned around, and looked at the visitor suspiciously, "Mo Fei, Seven Rank Mo Family, Mo Sword City?"

"Exactly. The old man in a black brocade robe walked down the stairs, looking at each other coldly.

"Ask the sword, is it you, or your Mo family, or is it the Mo family?" this question was very important, and he had to know.

Mo Fei's expression was slightly sluggish, and he hugged his sword and saluted: "The old man himself." ”

"Oh!" Ram Chen turned around, stepped up, finished the three steps, and ascended to the high platform.

He turned around, looked at the old man Mo Fei calmly, and said, "I refuse, I am a spirit disciple, I should only ask the spirit disciple for the sword, you are early!"

Mo Fei's face changed slightly, did he come early?

"What if I represent the Mo family?"

Ram Chen smiled and said, "You are even less qualified, as long as there is a spirit disciple in the Mo family, it will not be your turn." ”

The old man Mo Fei's heart sank slightly, this young man was not as brave and wise as the rumors, and he asked without giving up: "What if I represent the Mo family city?"

Ram Chen sneered: "That's the battle between Mojia City and Famous Sword City, are you sure?"

Mo Fei's eyes were slightly closed, of course he wasn't sure, not to mention that he couldn't represent Mojia City, after being tempted, Mo Fei's eyes were cold, and he hugged his sword and saluted: "Ram Chen, old man Mo Fei." ”

There are only two names.

Ram Chen understands, and everyone present understands.

The green bamboo sword trembled slightly, making a buzzing sound, this is the response, and Ram Chen accepted the challenge.

The ram Chang Plough hurriedly persuaded: "Young master, don't ......"

Ram Chen waved his hand, "Get in!"

Ram Chang Geng hesitated for a moment, bowed down and retreated into the Tongque Terrace, there was no point in him staying outside, but it would stimulate the patriarch, the patriarch hated him to the bone, and he would never be soft if he had the opportunity, but for some reason, the patriarch never sent someone to intercept him.

"Chen boy, this old man is about to enter the product, only one catastrophe away, he is a nine-grade swordsman, pay more attention to his sword spirit, remember ......"

Yao Lao's voice sounded in Ram Chen's ears, this was the first time that Yao Lao had transmitted a secret message to him so far, which was enough to show the strength and danger of Mo Fei Old Man.

Ram Chen bowed slightly, his eyes were slightly cold, and he looked down at the old man condescendingly.

Suddenly, jumping down, the bamboo sword pointed at the enemy chieftain, like an eagle pounced, a strong wind, Tsing Yi hunting, falling sharply, as if there was a sound of explosion, quiet as a virgin, moving like thunder, fast! extremely fast! fast to the extreme.

Half a step forward, the swords have clashed.

When he came up, he walked nine steps, and when he went down, he only took half a step.

A little green mang, inserted a piece of ink, the ink exploded, the ink rhyme faded, the sword and the person broke through the ink, and directly took the enemy's head.

The old man Mo Fei, who had lost his first hand, smiled and was not surprised, and he unhurriedly handed out the cuttlefish sword in his hand, with a very guiding temperament for the juniors.

The bamboo sword is emerald green, surrounded by bright white light, like a psychic, no worse than the famous sword cuttlefish in the old man's hand.

Bamboo, rather bent than bent, has its own integrity, to the rigid to the firm, but also with a sharp edge.

The two swords clashed, a hundred swords rang, a hundred swords in an instant, the ink sword and the green sword were entangled, and they parted with another touch.

Disheveled!

Cuttlefish stained with blood.

Mo Fei's sleeves exploded, his arms were full of red spots, and his palms were bleeding profusely.

The green sword is here again, taking advantage of the victory to pursue, and the sword bones are strong.

Mo Fei's arm trembled, and he was afraid, he no longer dared to greet him with a long sword, and hurriedly swung out his sword qi, and one after another ink sword qi was frantically blowout, pouring like a river of ink, blocking people's way.

Defeated?

Everyone couldn't see the process of sword fighting, but it didn't prevent them from judging the results of the sword fighting, and the victory or defeat couldn't be more obvious, this invincible old man Mo Fei was defeated!

Ram Hui, Ram Huang, Liu Wanshan, and Liu Wanqian were all amazed by the young man's swordsmanship, and even took out a hundred swords, as fast as lightning, and the old man Mo Fei caught the geometry? How many swords were stabbed? I'm afraid only the old man himself knows, maybe he doesn't know.

"Lost, even Mo Lao lost!" Zhan Taigongzi muttered in his mouth, but his heart was light, not that he was incompetent, but that he was too strong, but his sword heart calmed down.

"Boy, since you are looking for death, the old man will fulfill you!"

Mo Fei's bearing was lost, his face was distorted, and his voice was even more gloomy.

The cuttlefish in the old man's hand shook, and the ink sword qi around him began to tumble, and wisps of sword qi seemed to condense into ink swords, as if something was missing, and it was not formed.

Sou!

A cyan phantom appeared out of thin air, instantly breaking through the green, Ram Chen's pupils contracted sharply, and he frantically slashed out of the sword, instantly a hundred swords.

Bang bang!

The bamboo sword exploded, and Ram Chen retreated sharply with his strength.

The phantom did not give up, and pursued quickly, the ram's hands were full of blood, and he grabbed half of the bamboo sword and a hundred swords, and there was a series of cracking sounds, and his hands were full of wounds, and the sword was no more than half a foot.

"Sword Spirit?"

Everyone was shocked and silent, if it is not a ninth grade, it is impossible to become a sword spirit, this old man has entered the ninth grade!!

The relatives are sad and angry, the enemies are fast, they are dead, and this time they must be dead!

Nine-grade spirit sword, no one below the nine-grade can stop it, there is no doubt that it will die, this is a mortal situation.

"Shameless old thief!"

"Young Master...... Woooooooo

"Young master, run away!"

The ram Chang Plough, Qiu Ju, and Wutong roared sadly.

The children of the Ram clan were indignant but did not dare to speak out, because the patriarch did not speak out, and not speaking out was a kind of acquiescence.

The green void sword stopped in front of the young man.

"Nine steps of the void sword, powerless to move forward. ”

Ram Chen laughed loudly, his voice was extremely abrupt, Yao Lao said to him that the void sword has nine steps, and the void sword can only chase nine steps at the farthest, so he desperately blocked ten steps.

Ten steps, the killing intent in his heart had reached the extreme, and he wanted to vent.

A hand full of blood, a half-foot sword, a body of rage, ten steps to kill!

The young man jumped high, holding the crippled sword in both hands, and the red hand and green sword, all of which were disabled, a kind of arbitrariness, and he wanted to kill the spirit.

"Little brute, how dare you?"

For some reason, there was fear in his heart, the old man Mo Fei was angry, the sword spirit came out, everyone below the ninth grade should bow down, this damn thing dared to counterattack the sword spirit!

"Hahaha! Why don't you dare, old thing, you see!"

Spring and Autumn Kill!

The remnant sword enters the void sword.

Syllable!

The remnant sword collapsed, his hands were full of bamboo thorns, and he was injured.