Dressed in a blue shirt, his long hair is flying, and he stands quietly with a long sword in his hand, flowing like the wind.

Mochen can be described as an absolute dark horse in this time in the Nine Sects Competition, and in the first round of assessment, because there were too many people, there was nothing to show Xiàn.

Even in the Lost Secret Realm, there are not many eye-catching, and like most martial artists, they did not win the assessment jade medal in the early stage, and even after all the five hundred assessment jade medals appeared, they did not compete for success.

However, on the last day of the Seven Days, he suddenly broke out, and with an extremely strong attitude, he snatched an assessment jade medal from the hands of a half-step Sword King Realm sect disciple.

After that, under the pursuit of many warriors, he fought and fled, and he was stubbornly supported until the last moment, and officially won an assessment jade medal, and passed the second round of assessment.

It was also because of this battle that Mochen's fame soared and his reputation soared, reaching Cheng Dù, who was as famous as Qianshan Wudao, Han Chen and others.

And in the past few days of competition, Mochen did not disappoint people.

Fighting again and again, selecting layer by layer, they are all with an absolutely strong attitude, defeating their opponents and advancing to the next round, even in the face of those disciples of the sect who have been famous for a long time, until they have now advanced to the top sixteen.

Now in the second round of the competition, Mo Chen took the stage, and many people's faces showed excitement.

The previous duel between Xue Wuxian and Lei Lingyun, although it was wonderful, these two were both disciples of the Nine Great Sects, and they were famous in the Wind Domain, and everyone knew about it.

For people, there is a feeling of high mountain admiration, although it is shocking. But it's a little less amazing.

In comparison, Mo Chen, as a casual cultivator and a rising star, makes people feel more intimate, and they can't help but have a trace of anticipation in their hearts.

What to expect?

Naturally, I look forward to Mo Chen's defeat of his opponent again and take the top ten positions!

It's just that this thought disappeared in an instant when people saw Mo Chen's opponent.

A tall and majestic body, long fiery hair, and a blood-red sword, just stood quietly. Not a word is allowed. It gives people a strong sense of oppression.

It was as if there was not a person standing, but a raging flame, and before they could fight, they were afraid to retreat.

King of Nine Suns. Yang Wou-Ki.

No one thought of it. Ink Dust would actually face him.

Yang Wuji was the first person among the disciples of the Xuanyang Sect. The strength of the body is stronger, compared to the previous Lei Lingyun and Xue Wuxian two, only stronger than weak. Although Mo Chen's strength is also extremely strong. But compared to it, I'm afraid there are still some gaps.

In this battle, there is no suspense at all.

Almost everyone thinks so, even Luo Rulie and others think the same way at this time.

"This ink dust is a bit interesting!" At this time, Guiguzi's voice sounded in Han Chen's ears.

"Teacher, what's wrong? Is there anything different about him?" Hearing Guiguzi's words, Han Chen was slightly stunned and asked in his heart.

"Hehe, look at it, this game is much more exciting than the two little guys just now!" Guiguzi smiled mysteriously, and there was no more sound.

Hearing this, Han Chen couldn't help but be stunned, it was even more exciting than the game between Xue Wuxian and Lei Lingyun?

He also watched the game before. The appearance of Xiàn is indeed very eye-catching, defeating opponents, whether it is a loose cultivator or a disciple of the sect, at most ten moves, and the posture can be described as extremely strong.

But despite this, in the face of the long-famous Yang Wouji, it is still a little insufficient.

The first person among the disciples of the nine major sects, a famous town and a domain, isn't it a waste of fame, if you want to defeat, how easy is it to talk about?

It's just that with Guiguzi's strength, he will definitely not be wrong, let alone be untargeted, since he said so, then there should be no mistake.

Could it be that the true strength of this ink dust has reached Cheng Dù, which is comparable to the disciples of the nine major sects?

Thinking of this, Han Chen's gaze couldn't help but condense slightly. If this is really the case, then this game, I'm afraid it will really be as Guiguzi said, much more exciting than the first game of Xue Wuxian and Lei Lingyun.

At this time, all eyes were on the field, and there was silence.

The martial arts arena with a radius of a kilometer is as smooth as a mirror, completely dilapidated, and after the first game, the Xuanyuan Sect Elder has been repaired and renewed with a snap of his fingers.

On it, Mo Chen and Yang Wuji stood thirty feet apart.

"I remember your name, it's called Mochen, right?" Yang Wuji was on the stage, but he was not in a hurry, but his eyes fell on Mochen, and he looked at it slowly with interest, and after a long time, he slowly spoke.

"Yes!"

Mo Chen's face was flat, and he nodded lightly, cherishing words like gold.

"Your strength is not bad, among the younger generation, you can be regarded as a genius!" Seeing Mo Chen's nod, Yang Wuji smiled proudly and said, "But it's just good, you're not my opponent."

Recite!

Before Yang Wuji's words were finished, suddenly a sword groan sounded, the sword light flashed, and a fierce sword qi pierced the air and slashed towards Yang Wuji.

Looking at the rapidly expanding sword qi in his pupils, Yang Wuji's eyes narrowed slightly, and he didn't move.

Laugh at!

The sword qi came to his body, brushing Yang Wuji's side, and with a slash, the sharp energy escaped, cutting off a few strands of his hair and falling down.

"You're talking a bit too much nonsense!"

Mo Chen's arm bent, slowly retracted his sword, raised his eyes, looked at Yang Wuji, whose face gradually became cold, and said in a flat voice.

When the voice fell, his wrist flicked, the sword body trembled slightly, and a faint moan was swayed, and an astonishing and slightly sharp aura slowly emanated from his body and permeated the surroundings.

All of a sudden, the atmosphere became extremely oppressive.

"Hehe, good, very good" Feeling the slowly rising aura of Mo Chen, Yang Wuji suddenly showed a smile on his face, but it just looked like it was so cold, and said: "Since you want to fight, then I'll let you see how far the gap between you and me has reached!"

The voice fell, Yang Wuji pressed the sword with his right palm, his five fingers tightly clasped the hilt of the sword, and with a clear sword groan, he drew the sword out of the sheath.

The blood-red sword was two meters long, two palms wide, two fingers thick, and the tip of the sword was cut flush and extremely smooth.

Laugh at!

The arm hung down, and the sharp blade rubbed a spark on the ground.

"Defeat you, I only have ten moves!" Yang Wuji's face had become cold, and he said coldly.

Regarding Yang Wuji's prophetic verdict, Mo Chen's answer was a sword light.

Swish!

The figure broke through the air and burst out, and on the way to the person, his arm shook, and the pitch-black long sword directly slashed out a sharp sword light, attacking Yang Wuji.

"The first move, the hot sun slash!"

Seeing Mo Chen's move, Yang Wuji's face was cold, and with a wave of the long sword in his hand, he came first and faced Mo Chen. (To be continued......)