A sword fell, and the flame shield shook violently. The next moment, it shattered, and the Frost Desolation Sword fell directly without stopping. At this moment, death is approaching!

Chu Beiyu also had something shattered in his heart, almost forgot to resist, and was slashed in the chest with a sword. Mo Yun stepped closer to him, his left palm imprinted on his chest, and the powerful force took his body out, like a cannon bursting into the chamber, shooting out of the ring.

Chu Beiyu spewed blood in the air, smashed to the ground, and lost his soul!

In this battle, his confidence was ruthlessly shattered! The proud fire shield was cut head-on, what kind of attack was needed to do this!

It turned out that my faith was so vulnerable! He laughed stupidly, his breath was weakening, and all his efforts were about to turn into nothingness!

"If you're just like this, then I'm really going to be disappointed! Defeat is not terrible, winning back is! But if you lose even confidence, then it's really hopeless!" Mo Yun's voice seemed to contain no trace of emotion, coming from the ring. The cyan clothes swayed, and the breath was mellow, and there was no sign that he had experienced a big war.

Chu Beiyu was shocked, and his godless eyes gradually had a glimmer of light. He looked back at Mo Yun, as if puzzled. The latter did not move, but replied: "All the way of the sword, brave and diligent! What is there to be afraid of a mere failure? In any battle, you must have the confidence to win, even if the price is death, you must win!"

"My cultivation is weaker than yours, and I am unwilling to lose? That would be a big mistake! If I can defeat you, I will naturally be stronger than you, and the so-called realm is just the standard of cultivation, and that is not the real combat level!"

"Your fire shield is very strong, I am waiting for you to challenge again!"

Chu Beiyu was silent for a long time, and finally replied: "It seems that I am really inferior to you! Next time, I must block your attack!"

"I'll see!"

Chu Beiyu smiled bitterly, turned around and left, and his figure disappeared into the distance.

Mo Yun stood quietly and asked again, "Who else wants to challenge?"

"Could it be that a dignified high-level swordsman is also a gallless rat, is he timid? It seems that he still looks down on you and waits! In this case, the great competition of the sect can also be over!"

"Slow down! Five-vein competition, how can you have the final say! Even if you defeat Chu Beiyu, it won't explain anything! If you want to win the championship, you must show the corresponding strength!" A person walked out of the crowd, his eyes were cold, he looked at Mo Yun, his tone was indifferent, and he refused to be thousands of miles away.

The faces of the few people who stood up to reprimand Mo Yun before were a little unbearable. thought that Chu Beiyu's strength was enough to defeat him, but it backfired. The strength of those people is not outstanding, they are weaker than Chu Beiyu, and they have long been cowardly, and they don't dare to challenge at all. At this time, when they saw someone standing up, they immediately shouted loudly: "It's Senior Brother Lin of Dao Sword Peak, Mo Yun will be defeated!"

"Of course, Senior Brother Lin has been joining the Sword Xuanzong for nearly twenty years, and he has already stepped into a high-level sword master, and his cultivation is unfathomable, how can Mo Yun be his opponent!"

"Senior Brother Lin, come on, you must defeat him!"

The disciples in the audience also shouted one after another, working hard. Senior Brother Lin ignored the noise, he stepped into the ring step by step and slowly stood still. Perhaps, in his eyes, others are just a group of grandstanders, who obviously have no strength, but they pin their hopes on others.

He doesn't hate this kind of person, but he doesn't like it either! This is similar to Mo Yun.

"Dao Jian Peak, Lin Feng asks!"

"Haha, look at how I defeat you!" someone challenged, but Mo Yun couldn't ask for it. He stood in place, his breath as deep as the sea, isolated from the hustle and bustle of the outside world, leaving only the opponent in front of him.

"It's arrogant enough, I just don't know, do you have the strength?" Lin Feng said with a slight smile at the corners of his mouth. He carried his hands behind his back, and his silver shirt fluttered.

"You'll know if you try it!" Mo Yun replied loudly, the qi in his body changed suddenly, and his strong battle intent rose and soared into the sky. The depressing aura spread from the ring, and those who were slightly weaker in the audience couldn't help but retreat. Even if the sword master cultivates, he can barely bear it.

This oppression, even from a few hundred meters away, was inevitable, and the air seemed to become viscous, hindering all movement. There are also disciples who have cultivated to be powerful, and their own momentum is released, which dispels this suppression. Wang Xuanmiao in the corner had an inexplicable look in her eyes, she did not retreat but advanced, and walked forward for more than ten feet, almost going to the ring, only in this way can she see all the battles clearly.

In three years, he stepped into a sword master, and such a talent is enough to make people look sideways. Today, she is not the main character. The only protagonist has long been destined. The bright eyes were radiant and shining. Let her breath surge, rolling her inky green silk.

Mo Yun looked back and gestured from afar.

This casual action made Wang Xuan feel a sense of joy in his heart: It turns out that he hasn't forgotten me yet!

Lin Feng was vigilant in his heart, and instantly burst out with all his breath, and the aura continued to roar and gather. Mo Yun was able to easily defeat Chu Beiyu, and his strength should naturally not be underestimated. Lin Feng had already regarded him as his equal opponent, so as soon as he made a move, he did it with all his might.

The brilliance of the sword technique was shining, and the sword true power in the body was also gushing out wildly, condensing on the hands. The momentum was so strong that it faintly overpowered Mo Yun.

Such an imposing momentum is a sign of reaching the eighth order sword master. As long as he goes one step further, he is a ninth-order sword master, a super master among sword masters.

"Sword skills, wind flash!"

Wind Flash, the pinnacle of true sword skills. The silver sharp qi gathered, exuding a powerful momentum, and the sword qi more than ten zhang long descended in an instant, wrapped in a fierce wind, and emitted a piercing roar.

The sharp and matchless sword qi enveloped Mo Yun, and the dazzling silver light erupted into a huge roar.

Mo Yun was in the sword qi, his brows furrowed slightly, and the sharp qi scraped on the surface of his body, and he kept making sneering sounds, leaving a shallow imprint, oozing a trace of blood red.

"You want to trap me, it's a pity, it's a little bit!" he whispered to himself, his sharp qi penetrated his body, and he violently clashed with Lin Feng's sharp qi, wanting to compete with each other. Crimson gold and silver were intertwined, constantly strangling and annihilating, emitting bursts of explosions.

His gaze was sharp, penetrating layers of silver light, falling on Lin Feng's body, and the scorching battle intent emanated. The latter was stared at with cold eyes, and a faint crisis arose. This feeling made Lin Feng awe-inspiring, and he didn't dare to be careless, and continued to pour strength.

"Just a breeze, do you want to trap me?" With a thunderous shout, the Frost Desolate Sword suddenly bloomed with a ten-zhang sword qi and slashed down directly. All obstacles have been cut down, even if it is the wind of nothingness!

The sharp qi was forced open, leaving a gap. Mo Yun stomped on the ground with both feet, and the cyan figure immediately shot out.

"How can it make you wish!" Lin Feng's eyes widened suddenly, his eyes were like electricity, his hands kept moving, and finally he suddenly pushed out his palms, and the surging sword power rolled out, blocking his way. A silver sword aura mixed with a sharp edge approached.

"No matter how sharp you are, you have to break it!" sneering, Mo Yun drew a sword again. This time, it didn't work out.

Lin Feng lowered his eyelids, as if he was staring at the ground, and sneered in his heart: the power contained in this blow was twice as strong as before, how could it be easily broken!

A sword was useless, and the surging power once again annihilated his figure, causing bursts of exclamations.

He regressed in an instant, and the power contained in the silver mangs was far stronger than before! Mo Yun faintly understood. Killing Fang Wuji by himself really took up too much luck.

This is the true strength of the Eighth Order Sword Master! Facing himself who only burst out with a sea of qi, he actually occupies an overwhelming advantage.

It seems that the same eighth-order sword master also has a big difference in combat power. Lin Feng was undoubtedly the best among the eighth-order sword masters, and he had already suppressed Mo Yun before he used his sword weapon.

The Frost Desolation Sword only had time to cross his chest when a huge force struck, and his body was directly knocked into the air.

Mo Yun's body fell, but he still couldn't help but retreat, and finally he was only a dozen feet away from the edge of the ring. Wang Xuan below frowned, couldn't help but worry, and stared at his figure with concern.

As if sensing the light in her eyes, Mo Yun stood up straight and turned around with a light smile. On his chest, a shocking wound spilled blood.

Is it careless? No, this is the difference in strength! How can an eighth-order sword master be easy to match!

As if he didn't feel pain, he couldn't see a trace of pain on his face, he just shook the Frost Desolation Sword in his hand, and his figure rushed out again.

Lin Feng succeeded in one blow, but did not take advantage of the victory to pursue. He understood that such an attack would not have any effect at all. At some point, a long sword flashing with blue brilliance appeared in his hand, staring directly at the cyan figure.

His eyes were bloody, his fighting spirit was crazy and blazing, and the stimulation of blood made him even more arouse the ** of battle, and there was a force spreading in his heart, not vomiting or unhappy.

"Sword Technique, Flying Dragon Technique!" The shout resounded in the ring, the green shadow did not pause, and a golden divine dragon suddenly condensed above his head, majestic and empty. It raised its head to the sky and roared incessantly. The dragon's tail swayed, and the sharp qi surged, stirring the air fiercely. The aura of majesty is enveloped, and this side of the world is in control.

"Hmph!" Lin Feng snorted coldly, the sword body danced, and his mouth shouted wildly, "Sword skills, the wind is far away!" The aura gathered, and suddenly turned into a whistling wind, blowing away the air. The pale green wind roared and roared, condensing into a huge pillar of wind.

The milky aura was constantly absorbed, and the wind pillar was strengthened. The strong wind continued to blow away at the gold and iron ground, and it only took a breath to peel off a thick layer.

"Roar, wind roar!" Lin Feng shouted angrily, and the wind pillar suddenly rushed out and swept towards Mo Yun.

The thick pillar of wind squeezed the surrounding air, stirring up the fluctuations of the aura. The chaotic aura began to boil, and it went on an uncontrolled rampage.

Taking a deep breath, Mo Yun's gaze was still the same, and he rushed towards the pillar of wind.

"Long Teng!" In the middle of a low drink, the golden dragon above his head suddenly shook, and he pounced with teeth and claws. The dragon's eyes widened, containing a powerful anger, and rushed directly into the pillar of wind.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment, the wind pillar swayed, and the dragon roared angrily, trying to break free. Although it is only a breath, it is enough for everyone to see it really.

The pause is heart-wrenching, as the majestic dragon and the wind pillar with the power of nature are fighting each other, trying to overwhelm their opponents, as if they have their own consciousness.

This is the real sword intent, and in the attack, it is as if it contains a will and a mind of its own.