At this time, Yang Wuji's eyes were full of murderous intent, and his heart had already turned up with monstrous anger.

In his eyes, Mo Chen is just a newcomer who has just risen, in terms of talent and qualifications, he can indeed be a genius, but he is only compared to ordinary people.

Compared to myself, I am not qualified enough.

However, he was knocked out of the martial arts platform by such a newcomer, which was a shame for Yang Wouji, who was extremely proud.

Unforgivable!!

Thinking of this, Yang Wuji's eyes opened angrily, and the soles of his feet were on the head of the blood-red greatsword under his feet, and he stepped hard, and with a 'bell', the sharp blade pierced the floor, several points deeper.

Sou!

The body technique unfolded, and Yang Wuji leaped up from the head of the sword, and the speed was as fast as lightning.

In mid-air, Yang Wuji's eyes were cold, the aura on his body was surging like a tide, and streams of crimson air emerged, lingering on his body.

"Xuanyang palm, give me back!"

With a loud shout, Yang Wuji's five fingers stretched out, and he shot out blatantly.

The crimson flame airflow, rolling and surging, surged with his palm, and condensed into a half-zhang-sized flame giant palm, and the terrifying high temperature escaped, breaking through the air and blasting towards the ink dust.

In the face of Yang Wuji's amazing palm, Mo Chen's eyes condensed, his legs seemed to take root on the martial arts platform, and he did not retreat at all, and finally forced Yang Wuji off the martial arts platform, how could Mo Chen let him come up again,

"Ink and smoke!"

With a burst of applause, Mochen did not retreat. Instead, he jumped out and faced Yang Wuji.

The true yuan in his body surged, and his breath was raised to the extreme, and jet-black air currents suddenly emerged from his body, like ink clouds moving, swirling and surging.

Swish!

The sword light flashed, and the jet-black air flow, with a sword slashed horizontally, merged into the sword ray, and slashed out.

Yang Wou-Ki is a swordsman. Majored in martial arts. It is also swordsmanship and martial arts, at this time, the blood-red big sword is out of his hand, and his strength is ten percent and thirty percent, and he can only exert seventy percent of his strength at most.

The power of this palm is staggering. But the sword is not in hand. For ink dust. There is no threat.

The sword broke through the air, and with a 'bang', the mighty flame giant palm. It was halved by the sword, and it exploded violently, setting off a fiery wind that spread out in all directions.

A sword cut through the flame giant palm, Mo Chen's eyes narrowed, his speed did not decrease, and the long sword in his hand waved, and the fierce sword qi directly smashed the incoming fire wave.

Sou!

At this moment, a sound of breaking the air suddenly sounded, and Yang Wuji rushed towards Mochen with a murderous face.

Yang Wuji was not the slightest surprise at Mo Chen's light opening of his palm, because he didn't expect that he could force the other party back with just one palm.

His purpose was just to attract Mochen's attention and drag him to his half-breath.

Now, his purpose has been achieved.

In mid-air, the five fingers of his right palm were stretched out, and he shot fiercely.

Choke!

On the ground, the blood-red greatsword that was deeply rooted in the floor shook slightly, and the sharp qi burst out, and the ground was instantly shaken open with several thick cracks.

With a flash of sword light, the blood-red sword burst through the air and shot towards Yang Wuji, who grabbed it with five fingers and firmly grasped it in his hand.

This qiē happened extremely quickly, and when Mo Chen cut through the waves of fire in the sky and found Yang Wuji approaching, the blood-red greatsword had already fallen into Yang Wuji's hand, and his pupils immediately shrank.

With the long sword in his hand, a sinister smile appeared on Yang Wuji's face, and his eyes looked at Yang Wuji, and he was calm.

"Get the hell out of here!"

When the voice fell, Yang Wuji's thick right arm instantly tensed, and a sword hit the air, from top to bottom, and slashed down fiercely towards Mo Chen.

Facing Yang Wuji's sword, Mo Chen's body was in mid-air at this time, and he couldn't dodge it at all. However, he didn't think about dodging either, his purpose was to prevent Yang Wuji from returning to the martial arts arena, and a hard shock was inevitable.

"Moyun Slash!"

His eyes were as sharp as a sword, his right foot was stepped on on his left foot, and with the help of his strength, his body flipped in the air, and the pitch-black long sword in his hand crossed a pitch-black arc, from the bottom to the top, with amazing might, facing Yang Wuji.

Clang!

In mid-air, the two swords collided, bursting out with dazzling sparks.

The shock wave shook out, and both of them were in mid-air, with nowhere to draw on their strength.

Yang Wuji was shocked into the air. The ink dust, on the other hand, falls down at a very fast speed.

At this time, Mo Chen had also jumped out of the edge of the martial arts platform, and below it was the platform, as long as he fell to the ground, he would be considered defeated.

Laugh at!

Just as Mo Chen was about to fall to the ground, the sword light flashed, and the pitch-black long sword swung downward, slashing fiercely on the ground, and with a 'bang', the floor actually exploded, forming a thick ravine half a meter deep.

With this sword, Mo Chen not only removed the power of the shock that shook Yang Wuji's sword, but also jumped up with the help of his strength, turned over, and jumped onto the martial arts platform.

"What a terrible strength!"

"It's really more popular than people, how the hell do these guys cultivate!"

"This ink dust is hidden so deeply, I originally thought that the Thousand Mountains and the King of Nie were the most promising among these people to hit the top ten, but now it seems that these guys are not simple!"

At this time, the warriors in the surrounding stands had already been shocked by the dazzling battle between the two.

First, Yang Wuji was shocked and flew out of the martial arts platform, thinking that the victory and defeat had been divided, but he didn't expect that Yang Wuji actually threw out his long sword, stood on it, and resolved the defeat.

For this practice of Yang Wou-ki, it is not known whether it has been fouled.

Logically speaking, if you are shot down from the fighting platform, you will be considered a loser. Just now, Yang Wuji had indeed fallen off the martial arts platform.

But Yang Wuji didn't really land, and he couldn't be regarded as defeated.

Moreover, seeing that Yun Hong and the other elders of the nine major sects were silent and did not make a sound, everyone was not too entangled, and they just acquiesced to this approach.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Chen's bold move of rushing out of the martial arts arena and fighting with Yang Wuji in mid-air also made the last trace of doubt in people's hearts fade.

At this time, seeing the two of them make a hard move, Mo Chen returned to the martial arts platform, and people's minds instantly converged, and their eyes stared tightly, watching the battle.

"Where is Yang Wouji?"

"Gone?"

Some were looking at Mo Chen, and some people looked into the sky, the sword before was hard to shake, and Yang Wuji was shocked into the air, many people remember it clearly, but at this time, there was not the slightest figure in the air.

"What's the matter, how can there be two suns in the sky?" Suddenly, a warrior stood up from his seat, pointed to the sky, his eyes widened, and said.

Hearing this, many people looked up, and sure enough, they found that there was an extra sun in the sky, but in comparison, this sun was a little smaller. (To be continued......)