Above the ring.

The iron chain in Shen Tuhong's hand was only left with afterimages, and his speed was almost at the limit. This hand is the result of three years of hard training! Under the guidance of Jun Qianlei, it can be said that he has become perfect, and the fact is also that under this iron chain, Mo Yun was forced to retreat again and again.

A trace of impatience flashed in Mo Yun's eyes, and Shen Tuhong's method at this time completely restrained him. Except for the sword skills, it is almost unbreakable!

The iron chain is like a silver snake, containing a strong murderous intent.

Shen Tuhong seized the opportunity, pressed step by step, and the iron chain containing the true power of the sword really turned into a silver dragon, flying proudly, roaring and churning!

At this moment, Shen Tuhong has the upper hand!

"Boom!" the dragon sword fell to the ground!

"You think that this can suppress me Mo Yun, Shen Tuhong, you can't think too highly of yourself! Even with the same strength, you can't beat me!" he said coldly as he dodged.

"Sword skills, instantaneous wind!"

A cyan light and shadow flew out in an instant, skillfully avoiding the silver dragon's attack, and rushed towards Shen Tuhong! Mo Yun's body did not pause, and accelerated in an instant, rushing into the range of the silver dragon's light and shadow.

"Shen Tuhong, give me back!"

Approaching the latter, the Frost Desolation Sword flashed with a crimson golden light, blocking the silver rays, and under the golden light, his eyes flashed with a hint of fierceness, and his speed increased again.

And Shen Tuhong only took a step back slightly, and the silver dragon in his hand was even faster, and there was a faint sound of a dragon's groan. With a shock of his arm, the true power of the sword surged unreservedly, and the iron chain suddenly straightened and was drawn to the ground.

"Smack!"

The sturdy ring suddenly burst into whip marks more than a foot long, fine cracks were all over the place, and the surging wind was like tiny needles, piercing straight towards Mo Yun.

This blow is like the power of wind and thunder, and the speed is faster than lightning.

Seeing that Mo Yun was close, Shen Tuhong was not in a hurry, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he was a little more afraid of the cyan figure in front of him again.

Could it be that I, Shen Tu Hong, am destined to be inferior to you! I thought that I had reached the fifth order swordsman at this moment, and I could shorten the distance between me and you, and in three years, you would have left me far behind! However, how could I admit defeat! You are the goal of my pursuit, no matter how far you leave me behind, I will also make great strides to catch up! One day, I will have to compete with you again, not today's one-sided situation.

The arm was raised, and I saw the silver dragon paused slightly in the air, and swung it out again.

In his opinion, this flying silver dragon may cause him some trouble, but it will not be impossible to crack. His form didn't stop, his sharp eyes staring at the lightning-fast chains. Under the wrapping of Shen Tu Hong's sword's true power, the iron chain contained great power, but it slowed down in his eyes.

Mo Yun's true strength is already a fourth-order sword master, but when it comes to actual combat power. I'm afraid it's not weaker than a real sword master.

The battle with Shen Tuhong was just a scramble, and there was no need to show all his strength at all.

It's okay, I'm going to let you know the gap between us today, and in the future, I will completely stop chasing me. After thinking a few times in his heart, Mo Yun no longer hesitated, and his figure sped up a few points again. Even if you suppress your strength at the fifth-order swordsman, you can't compare to me!

"Shen Tuhong, although you are highly talented, you will not be my opponent! If I defeat you once, I will leave you forever, no matter how hard you try, you will not have a chance to surpass me! Today, you have been defeated!"

In the midst of the heavy drinking, the cyan figure burst out with a strong momentum, and his left hand was clenched into a fist, tearing through the air in an instant, and striking straight out. With the strength of his body alone, he could make a popping sound in the air, and this was Mo Yun.

The crimson golden aura wrapped around the fist, like a meteor flying out.

Shen Tuhong sneered in his heart, raised his hand and shook it, and the silver dragon in his hand immediately changed direction and attacked Mo Yun's left fist. He replied coldly: "How could I lose!"

No matter how strong your body is, you can't compete with my silver chain.

"Dang!"

The ripples visible to the naked eye rippled, Mo Yun's arm paused slightly, and the red-gold edge dimmed a little, but it immediately brightened.

The silver chain was slammed away, and the true power of the sword on it dissipated and fell to the ground.

Shen Tuhong's body deftly jumped to the other side, picked up the dragon sword on the ground with one hand, and slashed at Mo Yun who was following closely behind.

"Sword skills, dragon slash!"

It's another true rank sword technique!

His eyes shrank, and there was a hint of solemnity in his heart! Under the same cultivation, he didn't dare to be careless, and the Frost Desolation Sword in his hand met the blood-red sword shadow!

The power contained in the sword passed through the body and poured into the ring, shattering the ring made of gold and iron.

Mo Yun looked at the latter, moved slowly, raised the Frost Desolation Sword, and shouted in a low voice: "Today, I want you to see, my harvest in the past three years!"

"Sword Technique, Flying Dragon Technique!"

Flying Dragon Technique, this is one of the sword skills at the pinnacle of the true level that Mo Yun comprehended in the Sword Cave! The master of the sword master is already the existence of comprehending the sword intent. In the city under the jurisdiction of the Sword Xuanzong, the sword master is already the head of a family!

Their cultivation is different, and their sword intent is also different, whether it is killing or anger......

Even if it doesn't contain sword intent, the Flying Dragon Technique is stronger than ordinary sword skills! The only weakness is that it is slow to cast, giving the opponent a chance to interrupt.

Crimson golden sharp qi surged wildly, condensing above his head. A lifelike golden dragon hovered, and a faint majesty permeated it, as if it had come from ancient times.

Shen Tuhong's expression was solemn, and his left fist was clenched, as if he was unwilling. His eyes almost erupted with fire, but his fighting spirit became more and more high.

"Since you are a dragon, then I will use the dragon to slash. See if the dragon is strong, or if I slay the dragon!Sword skills, dragon slash!" His body shook, and his momentum rose, showing no weakness.

The blood-colored sword shadow condensed above his head, and the sharp aura was dense, faintly revealing a pale gold.

Off the field, everyone held their breath and opened their eyes wide, for fear of missing a little detail.

In a corner, a black figure stood quietly, he stared at the ring, his expression was cold, and he said to himself: "Mo Yun, you are not small! Not only did you kill the children of our family in Kongming City, but you were even more bold and beheaded Fang Wuji, if you don't pay the price, how can you eliminate the hatred in my heart!"

"Boom!"

Two huge forces collided together, and the light shot out, enveloping a range of dozens of feet. The ground shook violently, and cracks continued to spread. The crimson-gold dragon roared proudly, circling and angry, blooming with brilliant brilliance.

A figure suddenly shot out of the light, smashed down like electricity, instantly covered with cracks, and his breath was suffocated, and he had lost the strength to fight again.

"Shen Tuhong, you can't catch up with me!" The light dissipated, revealing the cyan figure inside. Mo Yun looked arrogant, looking down at Shen Tuhong who was more than ten zhang away, pointing at him with his left hand, his tone was cold, and he didn't take everything seriously.

Glancing around, he whispered, "Who else?" As far as his eyes could see, no one dared to look!

His breath churned endlessly, and his body was surrounded by golden light, like a god. The Frost Desolation Sword paused in the ring, and his gaze stopped.

"Boom!"

The dull sound echoed, striking at the bottom of everyone's heart. He closed his eyes and waited quietly.

A few people from the valley of Kongming City had a good relationship, and they got together with complicated expressions. Fang Ying said slowly: "In three years, not only Mo Yun, but also Shen Tuhong, is also stronger than us. How do they cultivate, they are also ninefold qualifications, but the gap is so huge! It seems that we also have to work hard!"

Situ Yunfeng smiled bitterly and replied: "Mo Yun's meteorology has been achieved, and it is almost impossible to rise to the idea of confronting! I have to admit that I am not as good as him!"

"How can you admit defeat here, you must catch up with him!" Huang Zhanpeng's eyes were bright and he replied firmly.

For a long time, no one came to power.

"If no one challenges me again, I will be the winner this time!" I don't know when, Mo Yun opened his eyes, and his voice sounded faintly.

A cold snort came from the audience, and the disciples on the side immediately avoided it, not daring to provoke.

"A mere fourth-order sword master, you dare to make a big statement?"

"This junior brother, with no one in his eyes, doesn't he look down on those of us who are senior brothers?"

"The five veins of the Sword Xuanzong, your true sword peak is only at the end, the connections are withering, it is difficult to produce a master, the cultivation of the fourth-order sword master is not worthy of the champion!"

"Hmph, it's very easy to break, see me teach you a lesson!"

For a while, several people stepped forward, very dissatisfied with his arrogance, and they wanted to suppress Mo Yun with their own cultivation.

In the final analysis, strength is respected! My strength is stronger than yours, so naturally I have the final say!

Mo Yun's expression remained unchanged, he just swept slightly, his face became gloomy, and he shouted violently: "An eighth-order swordsman, you dare to provoke me, get out~!"

The light in his eyes contained infinite majesty, and he glared fiercely.

The eighth-order swordsman was unexpected, and when he was glared at by that look, he was actually timid, his body took several steps back, and his legs trembled uncontrollably. A deep fear rose from the bottom of his heart, and the eighth-order swordsman looked at the cyan figure with fear in his eyes, where did he dare to speak. A trace of resentment flashed in the eyes, but it was well hidden.

"If you want to challenge me, you must have the qualifications to challenge! Lower than the sword master's cultivation, there is no qualification!" Mo Yun's expression was indifferent, and the tone of an order also made many people secretly unhappy.

"Arrogance, it takes strength! Mo Yun, let you know today that a fourth-order swordsman doesn't even have the qualifications to enter the top ten! Yelang is arrogant, do you really think you are a character?"

"Haha!" The cyan figure looked up to the sky and smiled, and his tone became more and more arrogant: "I don't dare to guarantee anything else, at least I am stronger than you! If you really have the ability, come to fight! Anyone can play tricks!"

"You...... Don't you think that if you defeat Wei Buping, you will achieve victory? In our opinion, you are still far behind! Sword Xuanzong, a hundred years is a generation, and the tenth generation of disciples is not just a group of you who have not dried up! There is no tiger and monkey in the mountains to call the king, and this kind of behavior is the most ridiculous!"

"Hmph!" Mo Yun couldn't see the expression on his face, but he was a little impatient in his heart, and said coldly: "It's useless to talk too much, come to the stage to fight!

"Guts of rats, get out of the way as soon as possible!"

"It's too presumptuous, I'll teach you a lesson!" A figure appeared, and the invisible momentum oppressed, and the people around him immediately couldn't bear it and retreated.

"Mo No, you don't know how Fang Wuji died! provoke me, you can't afford to pay the price!"

"It's just a despicable and shameless sneak attack, what's there to be proud of!"

"Oh?" Mo Yun smiled instead. In that case, no wonder me!