readx;? There were boos from the audience, there were only four moves, but there were one thousand and eight sword qi, which was ridiculous, even considering that there might be sword qi that had been sacrificed in advance, it was ridiculous. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

For no one can defeat Moeller with just four moves.

"Cen!"

A sword roared.

A cold light flickered.

Like a word standing in front of Moller.

The starting style of the Heart Demon Sword Sect's sword, that is, the heart is a sword, which is majestic and majestic, but it secretly shows that Moeller has raised some respect for Dongfang Yu.

Dongfang Yu held the hilt of the sword with one hand and the scabbard with the other, and nodded slightly as a salute, looking very clumsy.

At this moment, Moeller had doubts for a while, he was not a sword cultivator, or even a swordsman.

It was evident that it was the way in which the sword was drawn from "Drawing the Sword" that allowed Moller to confirm his judgment. But then, Dongfang Yu was even more unexpected.

His sword style unfolded vigorously, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, the storm and lightning thundered greatly, and the entire battle platform was shrouded in his sword light, brilliant and infinite.

Moeller's eyes narrowed, this style was so complicated, is this really used to kill?

As a sword cultivator with a hundred battles, he decided to finish reading Dongfang Yu's first three styles.

So, he held the sword and pulled it down from the diagonal direction to the right, pulled out a curved hook, and then pointed out three swords at the same time.

A hook, plus three points, this is a "heart" word.

This is the real first form of the Sword of the Heart Demon Sword Sect, the three stars of the slanting moon (just like the master of the Monkey King, Bodhi Ancestor, where he lives is the three-star cave of the slanting moon, which also means that the final cultivation of the heart is practiced).

Mutual is born from the heart, and when the heart is extinguished, all kinds of each other are destroyed.

Dongfang Yu's prosperous sword was torn apart by an extremely bright "heart" word in the air, and in the four consecutive sword sounds, all the light disappeared without a trace.

There was an exclamation from the audience, in the eyes of the onlookers, although Moeller was the last to come, but after all, it was evenly matched, and Dongfang Yu's performance far exceeded everyone's imagination.

But as a participant, Moller shook his head and sighed, "This sword is too flashy, I don't know what it's called?"

Dongfang Yu recognized what he said, nodded and said, "This is the sword intent of a certain sword cultivator when he was a teenager, and it is called prosperous as a lamp." ”

"Is this his middle age next?" said Moeller, looking expectantly.

Listening to the exchange between the two on the stage, some people in the audience fell into deep thought, it seems that the two have some sympathy for each other, at least they have the qualifications for dialogue.

Only the casino owner was a little upset, and he couldn't wait to shout for Moeller to cut through the mess and calm his mind quickly.

"It's coming, the second style, the original heart is like a shadow!"

The sword tide rises suddenly, the brilliance surges, the mottled sword light is like the light and shadow on the river, and like ten thousand silver carp jumping out of the water, like a sword array, a sword net, all of a sudden, has already hit the face.

"Good sword!"

Moller also roared, and the sword rose like a summer flower, just blooming when the strength was exhausted, and the flowers were full of flowers, but there was a little bright cold star protruding from the center, soaring towards Dongfang Yu.

"A petal of heart!"

The light and shadow on the battle platform swayed, and everything returned to calm.

Dongfang Yu couldn't help but look at Moeller with admiration, where is there a little shadow of a demon? Like a formation of warriors, it looks dignified and majestic.

"How fast have you progressed?" Moeller began to show a hint of solemnity, and said, "I want to strike the next sword." ”

"Boom!"

The following was a complete mess, the gambling boss's sweat slid down, and the steward on the second step was like a fool, with his mouth wide open, as if his jaw was dislocated.

What does it mean that Moeller actually asked to attack first? A fool can hear it.

Two roars rang out one after the other.

"People's hearts are in danger!"

"Lonely as snow!"

The sound still echoed on the empty battle platform, the cold wind suddenly rose, and two afterimages suddenly appeared, heading towards the center of the battle platform.

Boom!

Dongfang Yu and Mo Le each met with boundless sword light, and countless fierce winds roared up, dancing wildly around their bodies, stirring their clothes, and making a crackling sound. It was as if there was a torrential rainstorm that suddenly fell on the prohibitions around the battle platform.

On the curved dome, there seemed to be an undercurrent of countless extremely dangerous forces. Countless energies reflected back from the arc-shaped light surface, making a sneering sound.

For a moment, people's vision was a little blurry.

It was the whole prohibition that trembled violently.

Dongfang Yu stood tall with his sword, his face was light and breezy.

In front of Moeller's sword, his short clothes were even shorter, and he was cut a lot by the sword qi.

It was only at this time that there was a crisp explosion, and the battle platform under the feet of the two suddenly cracked, forming a terrifying crack like a spider's web.

The audience was in an uproar again, many people stood up excitedly, some people wanted to speak but held back, but fortunately, others helped them ask questions.

"Ladies and gentlemen, who is leading now?"

"It's supposed to be Mohler, right?"

An innocent girl asked, "Why is his shirt torn?"

No one could answer.

One is the well-known seven-game winning sword cultivator, and the other is a low-status war slave who has just arrived, and there is an unpredictable situation.

Before the battle began, people felt that Dongfang Yu was not Moeller's enemy at all, but by now, more than half of the people have been shaken.

On the battle platform, Moller's expression was extremely complicated.

He seemed to be muttering to himself: "I understand, these three swords are the swords of that sword cultivator senior, the young man, and the middle-aged man, right?"

Dongfang Yu remembered that when he watched the three sets of swordsmanship demonstrated by the Qian, the two of them had the same mind, and they both felt that it was better to extract the essence from the rough, so they turned it into three swordsmanship.

Thinking that this was a joint creation with his brother, and then thinking of fighting for love as soon as he transformed into a brother, Dongfang Yu couldn't help but smile and said: "It's not bad at all, brother Tai has good eyesight." ”

Moller's gaze became even more fanatical, "Then the fourth form must be his master's sword?"

Dongfang Yu nodded again.

Moller's eyes are more complex, there is fanaticism, there is dead silence, there is entanglement, there is madness, there is decadence, there is absoluteness.

Dongfang Yu looked at him quietly.

Suddenly, Moller raised his head, the sword in his hand slowly retracting.

Dongfang Yu's eyes narrowed and asked, "You have decided?"

Moller was a little dazed and did not answer.

"You know, now, you can admit defeat, and for a while you won't be qualified. Dongfang Yu finally asked.

"I am willing to die by the sword of my own respect. ”

Mo Ler finally made up his mind, and roared: "Buddha's mouth and demon heart!"

In an instant, the sword light burst out, not only one sword qi, but a total of ten sword qi soared from behind him.

It's really a Buddha's mouth and a demon heart, and when the two sides are talking, the strange soldiers are prominent, and this trick is close to a sneak attack.

"Reincarnation is like a dream!"

This is a heart-wrenching realization.

An extremely bright light, extremely simple and bright, but incomparable, extremely domineering, as if the sky was suppressed by dense dark clouds, suddenly completely torn apart by a thunderbolt.

The phoenix is rising.

There was a sudden silence.

Dongfang Yu's flat-headed long sword broke abruptly and landed on the stage.

Cha Xiaoqi sighed and fainted offstage.

All the spectators, including all the supervisors and stewards, stood up.

Is Dongfang Yu dead?