The palm of the hand, with a fair complexion, and five slender fingers, was sluggish, but firmly pressed on the hilt of the sword.

In an instant, the sharp sword intent gushed out from the young man's body, breaking the heavens and the earth, slashing the clouds, and moving forward!

Everyone subconsciously held their breath, looked at the palm of the hand with their hearts, and looked at the long sword!

Zheng!

The young man drew his sword, his movements were not slow, but there was a charm implied in it, the blade was unsheathed inch by inch, and everyone could see the black and white mottled blade on the long blade.

The more unsheathed, the brighter the blade became, and later, it was so bright that it had already overshadowed the bright moon in the sky!

In this process, everyone can feel that the sky-high sword intent on the young man's body is getting stronger and stronger, stronger and stronger, so strong that it almost pierces the heaven and the earth through a hole!

He himself seems to have turned into a sheathed divine weapon, gradually showing his edge!

The Mongolian cavalry and Tibetan monks present wanted to counterattack, but under this sword, they lost the courage to do it!

Under the suppression of the sword intent, the war horse let out a terrible roar, and everyone trembled, and even some fell to the ground in fright!

Buzzing...... Buzzing...... Buzzing......

Within a radius of one mile, everyone's blades were buzzing, and they seemed to feel the sword intent on Mo Li's body, vying to surrender!

"This ...... This sword ......"

Although Lu Yuncheng was standing upstairs, he was still suppressed by the sword intent of this sword, he trembled all over, and his heart was panicked, although he expected that Mo Li's swordsmanship was much better than him, how could he reach this realm?!

Even in his master, he had never felt such a sense of oppression!

Hutu Living Buddha folded his hands and stood in place in a daze looking at this sword, he deliberately wanted to launch the spiritual secret method to stop this sword, but he found that under the suppression of this sword intent, the strong spiritual power from his empowerment also fell behind.

Can't stop, can't stop! In addition to a sword god Mo Li, Wudang has such an amazing character!

The meridian sword was finally unsheathed, and at this moment, the sword light was brilliant to the extreme, and the brilliant sword qi was vertical and horizontal on the spot, and on the bluestone floor, there were one after another sword blade scratches, which was caused by the impact of the sword qi!

But when it reaches its peak, it is a recession!

At the moment when the sword light of the Meridian Sword was as stunning as the Nine Heavens Bright Moon, when everyone's eyes were focused on it, and everyone was suppressed by this Chongxiao sword intent, the sword light suddenly dimmed!

The ultimate light corresponds to the ultimate darkness!

But in an instant, the sword intent that rushed into the sky disappeared, and the dazzling sword light was also fleeting, and what fell in everyone's eyes was only a dim and even inconspicuous long sword, which slowly stabbed towards the figure covered by white veil under the young man's raised hand.

There are no sword moves, no sword energy, only a flat stab, slow, it seems that even a child can dodge and stop it.

However, behind the figure of the young man's sword, there were countless afterimages!

"Good sword! Good sword! ”

Inside the white gauze, there was a sound of praise, and in response, an arm stretched out.

It was a dark-skinned arm, as dry as a twig, full of wrinkles, as thin as a gust of wind that could break it.

However, when it stretched out, it was impartial, just in front of the sword.

It flexes its fingers and flicks it lightly!

While!

A loud bang, like Huang Zhong Da Lu, shook the whole city!

This finger just flicked on the blade of the sword!

The great force, the incomparably majestic terrifying power, burst out from that finger in an instant, and all of them crashed into that long sword!

And the terrifying sword that infused all the strength of Mo Li's body, and the sword intent converged to the extreme, under this finger, under that terrifying and majestic force, it was like a child's toy, and it was not worth mentioning at all!

Syllable!

In the midst of the sorrowful sound of the sword, a sword blade flew into the distance, Mo Li snorted, as if he was hit by a sledgehammer volley, and the whole person flew out quickly!

With a muffled bang, he smashed down a bluestone courtyard wall, and the whole person fell into the rubble, blood spurted out of his mouth without money, and the whole person wanted to stand up, but he was already powerless.

This......

On the street, time froze for a short time.

Everyone looked at each other, looking at the broken sword, looking at the old arm that was as thin as firewood, and their eyes flashed with disbelief.

Such an amazing sword, such a sharp divine weapon, was broken by a finger lightly?!

Just such an arm that struggles to eat and serve dishes?!

Are they dreaming?!

Everyone present was shocked and inexplicable, and it was hard to believe the real scene they saw with their eyes.

The young man Fang Cai's immovable Chongxiao Sword Intent, which suppressed them all, they clearly felt the horror in it, and there were still traces left by Fang Cai's sword qi on the ground!

There are also those afterimages, which are clearly scenes that will only appear when they are almost to the extreme!

However, such a fast, such a sharp sword, it can't compete with a flick of that finger?!

Everyone looked at the arm, their eyes full of sluggishness.

Is this still a human finger?!

The flesh and blood body can actually resist the sword blade, no, the sword blade was broken alive!

If it weren't for the small road chief who smashed down the courtyard wall, and fell in the pile of rocks at the moment, spitting blood, maybe everyone would have thought that this was out of nowhere!

This emperor who has not revealed the lineup really has unpredictable magical powers!

Such a thought flashed in everyone's hearts, and those people in the rivers and lakes who were mixed in the crowd with ill intentions were more of a kind of luck, glad that they had never made a move.

"Amitabha!"

Inside the sedan chair, the old voice recited the Buddha's name, and his tone was calm, as if the sword that had just been broken was raising his hand to drive away a fly.

He said: "I don't know what the old monk refers to, can Wudang Zhang Zhenren be satisfied?" ”

"Ahem...... Ahem......"

Mo Li coughed softly, struggling to get up from the pile of rubble, he leaned against the wall, and said in a difficult tone: "Dragon...... Dragon Elephant ...... If you are ......, you ...... You've ...... Clause...... How heavy? ”

That majestic force, the moment Mo Li touched it, he already knew in his heart that it was the same source as the dragon elephant he cultivated!

"The old monk is not talented, he has practiced hard for a hundred years, and he can only cultivate to perfection, which makes the donor smile."

Thirteenfold Perfection Realm!

Mo Li tugged at the corner of his mouth, his face full of bitterness.

Meng Yuan's national teacher Ba Si Pa really lives up to his name.

However, before he could finish his emotion, he suddenly heard someone shouting:

"Paspa!"

Everyone looked intently, only to see that upstairs in the spring breeze, a weak scholar was holding a wine jug, trembling and shouting: "You also take me a sword!" ”

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