The next moment, Mo Xuan's Cuifeng Immortal Sword stabbed into Tingquan's palm, making a piercing scraping sound, and then slowly froze still, and was tightly grasped by Tingquan with one hand.

I saw that the red light in Tingquan's palm was getting stronger and stronger, as if there was magma flowing, and the Cuifeng Immortal Sword writhed and trembled in his palm, and he couldn't break free, letting out a burst of sorrow.

Mo Xuan's face was extremely bad, but Tingquan smiled at the corner of his mouth, and lightly let the Cuifeng Immortal Sword leave his palm and return to Mo Xuan's side.

"That's it?" Tingquan said in a contemptuous tone: "Is there any trick to use as soon as possible, next time, I won't be so polite!"

When the Spirit Tortoise Peak disciples in the audience heard Tingquan say this, they immediately started to coax together, mixed with bursts of laughter.

Ling Hebi knew that it was going to be bad, he knew Mo Xuan's temperament, he couldn't be provoked the most, and when his temper came up, he would do anything.

Sure enough, after the Spirit Tortoise Peak disciples in the audience laughed a few times, they all stopped one after another, because they felt an inexplicable momentum that began to permeate around the ring.

Mo Xuan's eyes were red, the muscles on his face were a little distorted, but he sneered in his mouth: "Okay, since that's the case, you can take my next move!"

Before the words fell, he suddenly reversed the hilt of the sword, stabbed himself in the shoulder, and saw that the blood light appeared, but the Cuifeng Immortal Sword seemed to have been nourished by something, and it bloomed with a light that was difficult to look at.

Sacrificing the sword with one's own essence and blood, so that the fairy sword and oneself can maintain the most effective communication for a period of time in the future, this method has always been what sword cultivators like to do before using the ultimate, and the disadvantage is that it is more damaging to the body, so it should not be used lightly.

Sure enough, seeing Mo Xuan sacrificing the sword with essence blood, Tingquan's face also showed a rare trace of solemnity.

The next moment, Mo Xuan stabbed out with a sword, the sword momentum was slow, and it seemed that a thousand catties of weight had fallen. Time seems to be cut into fragments, countless freeze-frame images drag in front of you, and then, inexplicably, a tragic momentum fills the sky.

In the eyes of everyone, there seemed to be a golden-armored warrior covered in blood, covered in blood, and even the armor was incomplete, but his eyes were still resolute and firm, and as he opened his mouth and shouted wildly, he waved his sword and pointed at it, and there seemed to be thousands of troops behind him. Rolling in, the dust raised obscured the sky.

Then, what appeared in front of me was the locust-like arrows falling like raindrops, the sound of drums and earth-shattering shouts of killing came from the ears, and a scarlet banner hunted and inspired in the wind, standing proudly in the face of gunpowder smoke and war.

In a trance, some disciples with slightly lower cultivation in the audience could no longer tell where they were, and completely forgot that they were watching the battle from the edge of the ring. Instead of fighting on the battlefield.

Two disciples couldn't help but dodge and attack.

Bai Ze watched carefully in the other ring, and couldn't help but be surprised at this moment, and said in a trembling voice: "Could this be the seventh realm of the "Dragon Yin Sword Song Technique" "Hundred Battles"?"

The yellow sand wears gold armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will not be returned if it is not broken.

This trick is "a hundred battles". It was the pinnacle of sword moves in the "Way of the Domain Sword", Mo Xuan's sword intent originally only wanted to envelop the entire ring, but perhaps because the control was not fine enough, the escaping sword qi incidentally affected the people watching the battle in the audience.

Bai Ze has not yet comprehended the last three moves of the "Dragon Yin Sword Song Technique". But just looking at Mo Xuan's sword atmosphere, and the sword intent even reached the stage, he knew that he had won the three flavors of the "Way of the Domain Sword". And I was greatly inspired by this trick.

Maybe Mo Xuan can defeat Tingquan with this sword?

Bai Ze was thinking about it, when the corner of his eye suddenly caught sight of Ling Hebi in the other ring, but found that his brows were tightly locked, and there seemed to be a faint hint of worry in his eyes.

Halfway through this sword, Tingquan, who was in the ring, finally felt the heavy pressure and had to take it seriously, only to see a bright golden light suddenly burst out from his body, and then in front of everyone's eyes, the image of a golden-armored god general holding a three-pointed two-edged knife appeared from around his body.

The two exercises that Tingquan is good at are "Purple Fire Qilin Strength" and "Heavenly Heart Fury", both of which are the most powerful techniques, and at this moment they are fully deployed, only to see that the golden armor god has a raging flame on his body, and the three-pointed and two-edged knife in his hand is also overflowing, just like the ancient fire god descending to earth.

Mo Xuan's "Hundred Battles" move was certainly powerful, but after Tingquan integrated the "Purple Fire Qilin Strength" and "Heavenly Heart Fury", it exerted unimaginable power.

The Cuifeng Immortal Sword stabbed a foot away from Tingquan's body and froze, as if it was only one force away from stabbing into it...... It's just one force away.

Mo Xuan's face was flushed, almost dripping blood, and his whole body was trembling slightly, but after all, he was gradually weak.

In fact, this trick "Hundred Battles" is only a first glimpse of the door, and he can't use it proficiently, but now under heavy pressure, the consumption of true qi in his body has increased exponentially, and it will soon be unsustainable.

After another pillar of incense, Mo Xuan's legs weakened, he staggered two steps, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and the Cuifeng Immortal Sword lost the support of its true qi, and fell directly from mid-air, plunging into the hard ring.

Without the support of true qi, the sword domain was cracked in an instant, and the disciples watching the battle in the audience woke up like a dream, and happened to hear Tingquan exhaling at this moment, and with his loud shout, the golden armor god suddenly shone brightly, and the three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand turned into a fire dragon and shot towards Mo Xuan.

"Stop. Ling Hebi and Bai Ze shouted in unison, although Mo Xuan was still on the stage at this moment, he had already lost his strength, and Tingquan could have waited for Mo Xuan to admit defeat by himself, and he didn't have to do it at all.

Although the two of them had the heart to help each other, they could only watch as the fire dragon devoured Mo Xuan because of the distance between the rings, and the elders of the Heavenly Dao Gate set prohibitions on the side of each ring to prevent the people in the audience from helping each other.

When the firelight dissipated, Mo Xuan's whole body was scorched, and he smiled at Ling Hebi and Bai Ze with difficulty, and then fell from the stage like a piece of wood, and he didn't know who was going to know.

Ling Hebi and Bai Ze hurriedly rushed forward, and after a closer inspection, they found that they were all skin injuries, and did not hurt the viscera, it seemed that at the last moment, Tingquan still showed mercy to his subordinates, but just this move made Ling Hebi and Bai Ze unbearable!

Ling Hebi took out a vial from his arms, poured out a few milky white pills from it, and used his true qi to help Mo Xuan swallow it, then stood up and said to Tingquan, "Why do you want to make a move?"

"In the ring competition, he neither stepped down nor admitted defeat, why can't I make a move?" Tingquan replied proudly: "Can't you see that I have shown mercy to my subordinates, and I don't use all my strength at all?"

"Hmph! I don't use all my strength!" Ling Hebi's face was gloomy, his fist clenched and gurgled, and he immediately wanted to go on stage, but was stopped by Bai Ze.

"Senior brother, he is my opponent tomorrow!" Bai Ze glanced at Tingquan and said coldly. (To be continued.) )