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But at this moment, Feng Lingshuang and Nangong Bingqin's hearts tightened, and their eyes were full of worry.

Obviously, Chen Mo's victory was only a small victory at this time, and Li Shengshu was slightly inferior, because he had not really exerted his strength.

Li Shengshu's black hair was scattered at this time, blown by the wind, and sometimes his eyes were squinted. His moon-white robe, at this time, is also wide open, dancing with the wind, it looks like a different style, wild and uninhibited, chic and flamboyant.

Moon white is a very pure, beautiful color, but not everyone can wear the taste.

Taste, man's taste. Wearing it on him, he can be as elegant as a fairy, debauched and crazy, and like a desolate demon.

The gentle and amiable taste, the bottomless scholarly atmosphere, the swordsmanship is tricky, fast and swift.

The rough and unrestrained taste, the uninhibited and wild atmosphere, the sword is wide open and closed, vertical and horizontal.

He lifted his robe with one hand and pinned it behind his waist informally, his body was short, his waist was low, and his leg was straight forward. In his left hand lay the sword, the body of which slept on his arm.

Suddenly, the momentum of his whole body skyrocketed, and golden swords surged all over his body.

His right hand was a little weaker towards the sky, and all the golden swords were separated from his body and rose up, and the surrounding aura also swept towards his fingers, and a big sword that was one zhang long and two feet wide, shaped like Shen Ke, appeared in his hand.

His hand suddenly clenched, all the golden light and huge momentum, all gone, and he used his index finger to focus on the tip of the sword as if he were looking at his lover. Inch by inch, it smeared all over the sword body, and wherever it passed, the sword body became golden. That old gold color, like the red gold color of the orange sun.

All this seems slow, but in fact it is fast, but there are only three breaths.

There is no trace of momentum in him, he is as ordinary as an ordinary person.

But with his left hand behind his back, he raised his sword with his right hand to his left ear. The tip of the sword pointed directly at Chen Mo. He closed his eyes.

At this moment, Chen Mo only felt that there were 36,500 pores standing up all over his body. As if he was being targeted by a vicious beast and a wild beast, a cold sweat broke out all over his body.

At this moment, he had a delusion. That is, the tip of the sword is not the tip of the sword, but an eye. One is like a human eye but inhuman. There are only sword intent and killing wild beast eyes.

At this time, the wind and sand were thick between the two, and Chen Mo couldn't see Li Shengshu. All he could see was a white robe and a golden-red eye, the image of a sword in white. It seems that in the blink of an eye, it is several times larger, such as splashing ink, vertical and horizontal, and unmowed. Reckless, savage. Uninhibited.

The feeling of being targeted by the hunter has become more and more intense.

He, Chen Mo, how could he be afraid?

Chen Mo's face was as calm as water, and the mysterious qi around his body was urged to the extreme. The most masculine and rigid bright and mysterious qi radiated from the pores of his skin, emitting a golden-white light.

The thunder spirit in the thunderstorm glove was roaring and roaring, and the meaning of the thunder path was completely exploded.

"It's fixed. Zhao Fulong's deep voice was like Hong Zhongdao.

"This is Senior Brother's bottom-of-the-box move!" Sun Qingzhu exclaimed.

"Qiankun Qiankun! One sword determines the world, the senior brother once used this move to defeat the master of the first peak of the Heavenly Rank King, and he has not tasted defeat so far. Zhou Zihuan, who has always been rigorous, also muttered at this time.

Nangong Bingqin's brows trembled slightly, his hands were clasped in front of his chest, and he didn't know what to say. She was powerless to stop it, she only hoped that Chen Mo wouldn't have an accident, otherwise even if Chen Hao didn't blame her, she wouldn't forgive herself.

On the other side, Chen Jun, Feng Lingshuang and others also felt unusual, just from the perspective of momentum, Chen Mo was already slightly inferior to Li Shengshu by one point, and the masters competed, and the difference of one point was the difference between heaven and earth.

Feng Lingshuang didn't say anything in her heart, but her face was extremely nervous.

Qing Shui Ya's wonderful eyes, the pupils also constricted.

Even Feng Xiutong and Gongsun Mo were short of breath. The terrifying combat power displayed by these two juniors made them all feel a little palpitating.

Only Zhang Zunyin is completely different from others. He closed his eyes, wondering if he was reminiscing about the bitterness and sweetness of the tea, or if he was thinking about something else. His hand was holding the teacup, but the worry on his face was obviously impossible to give to Chen Mo.

He was actually worried about Li Shengshu, who seemed to be one-sided!

"Whew!"

Suddenly, the wind was blowing dust, and the wind and sand were even worse!

The figures of the two have begun to fade away at some point.

"Afterimage?" everyone was shocked.

"Ding!" At this moment, a bell-like sound came out.

The wind stops, the sand falls, and the air is clear and clear at a glance.

One white and one green have swapped places.

Chen Mo knelt on the ground, clutching his chest, blood dripping from his mouth, and in the setting sun, in his black figure, there was a short sword inserted through the body.

Li Shengshu stood, his hair scattered, and there was neither the joy of winning nor the anger of losing on his face, but only his white figure standing empty-handed.

"Alas......"

The two old men sighed in unison, Feng Xiutong took a deep breath on his back, while Gongsun Mo shook his head and bent his neck.

Nangong Bingqin sighed, Feng Lingshuang's face turned pale, and she actually lifted her skirt at the same time, ready to run to Chen Mo.

Sun Qingzhu laughed, and ran to Chen Jun's side at once, and was about to ask for the money he won, but Chen Jun didn't care about it at this time, threw the money bag, and was about to run towards Chen Mo.

"Haha! I'll just say it! Under the determination of the senior brother, there is no reason to lose! I am willing to accept the loss of the bet and give the money quickly. ”

"This kid didn't lose unjustly, he was able to force the senior brother to use this trick, and he could still leave his whole body, or with his innate body, although he was defeated, he was still glorious. ”

Except for Zhao Fulong, who never spoke like a black tower, Zhou Zihuan in purple nodded and said, and Sun Qingzhu also responded to the side and said.

"Yes, set the Qiankun, set the Qiankun, after a sword, there is no one to see, and there are no ghosts and gods in the Qiankun. Under this move, he was only seriously injured, although this kid was defeated, he was still glorious. ”

"Bang!"

At this moment, there was a bang, like a hammer knocking on the heart, everyone's footsteps stopped in unison, and looked towards the source of the sound, only to see that the teacup in Zhang Zunyin's hand was pinched into powder and dispersed with the wind.

At the same time, a huge sword power that was especially overwhelming by Mount Tai descended, but at the same time, an inexplicable fear came out of the hearts of the five people, as if they had a sharp blade, hovering around their necks.

"Ahem, ahem. Chen Mo slowly pulled Shen Ke out, and then stood up, like a swordsman, carefully scrutinizing. He shone his sword into the light, and suddenly a jade light that seemed to be warm but was actually extremely cold was refracted from it, slid across the sky, and suddenly shone on Li Shengshu's somewhat old white back.

Chen Mo seemed to understand very well, his fingers brushed over the spine of the sword, making a ruthless rustling sound of metal groping, and the sword trembled like a human.

Li Shengshu turned his back to Chen Mo, his hands creaked, and the faint golden sword gang around his body was emitting upward, and he couldn't see his eyes clearly, and the only corner of his mouth that was not covered by hair, a trace of blood was slowly flowing out.

At this time, he seemed to be a big sword. His body trembled, as if there was a buzzing sound.

When its fingers were about to approach the tip of the sword, it trembled even more violently, as if it wanted to get rid of Chen Mo's hand. However, above the thunderstorm, a hedgehog-like electric light automatically erupted, and this struggle was reduced a lot in an instant.

"Yo, isn't this Shen Ke, what a sword, what a sword!"

Chen Mo sighed softly, and glanced at the white back like a sifting chaff, and all the light on the thunderstorm surged to his fingertips as if it was sucked by the Qiong whale.

The fingertips that emitted a soft white light seemed to be able to wipe out the hill with a single touch, but it was so heavy that it was only close to the tip of the sword and flicked lightly.

"Bell!"

A sound like a morning bell and a dusk drum spread unstoppably, and around the sword body, a circle of thick and condensed sound ripples rippled, and when the air was distorted, even the sword body seemed to be weak, and the light suddenly dimmed.

Li Shengshu's snow-like skin seemed to have lost its vitality all of a sudden, and it turned a lot grayer.

But seeing that his body was stunned, there was a "poof", and a cloud of blood mist spewed out.

Li Shengshu is really not in vain, his sword intent is no longer comparable to the same disciples, and he has actually reached the state of the outer sword, the inner sword, and the initial three-in-one sword of the body and the sword.

When you reach this state, you can use your mind to control your sword in the air, which means that even if the sword is in someone else's hand, you can take it back as if you were pulling your hand.

Chen Mo didn't understand the mystery of this, but with the strength of his divine thoughts, he knew that this sword had already turned into a part of his body, and if he wanted to really get this sword, he had to cut off its connection, and doing so was like cutting off a human limb.

If you cut it off, if you want to get in touch again, it will be like a severed limb renewal, which is difficult, and once this happens, it will be a great loss of vitality.

It's a pity that the most exciting battle between the two is almost no one can understand.

Chen Mo wiped the dried blood from the corners of his mouth, although his face was pale, he was like a nobody, and he could still talk and laugh.

The audience suddenly fell silent, and everyone's faces were shocked.

"What?!, even a tie with the senior brother!" Zhou Zihuan and Sun Qingzhu, who didn't know why, exclaimed together, with an indifferent and smug look on their faces, they couldn't hold it anymore.

"Taken from the sword, he lost, monster. Zhao Fulong, who has never spoken, rarely spit out nine words in a row at one time, but he saw all this clearly, accurately pointed out the result, and at the same time said an evaluation word in everyone's hearts.

Monster.

That's right, it's a monster! Only such a monster can snatch this sword that is regarded as a life by the people of the Eight Desolation Sword Sect from the hands of the senior brother.

The sword is their life, their everything.

The head can be broken, the blood can be shed, and the sword can be broken. But if the sword is taken away, it means that everything is not one's own, and it means that one's life is in the hands of others, what is the difference between this and a prisoner and a slave?

...... (To be continued......)