Chapter 267: The Strongest Battle

Listening to the scholar's words, Mu Hao smiled slightly, his eyes swept back and forth on the scholar, he didn't think the scholar's words were arrogant, but he was just curious where the scholar hid the sword?

On the stone platform, listening to the conversation between the two as if they hadn't seen each other for many years, many people were looking forward to it, and this was destined to be the most eye-catching battle. Even in Chen Nan's heart, he couldn't help but feel a little sense of expectation, the former was the most eye-catching disciple in the outer gate of the Red Void Palace, even in the last session, the strength of the scholar was also the best, not to mention the latter now. Dressed in white, the sword was unstoppable before it was unsheathed, the most eye-catching disciple in this palace examination, if these two people fought each other, which one would be stronger or weaker?

Shi Qinghan's bright eyes fell motionless on Mu Hao's figure, for some reason at this moment she remembered Shi Shuo's evaluation of Mu Hao, the benevolent person was cowardly, and went straight to the green underworld. Now, he has reached the end of the netherworld, can he stand. The wind swept back between Mu Hao and the scholar, the former fluttering in white, and the latter swaying.

As if sensing the gazes cast around him, the smile on the scholar's face gradually converged: "They can't wait, let's start!" Before the words fell, a thick aura suddenly surged out of the scholar's body, and the straw hat on his crown was directly lifted away, and the aura of the scroll between his eyebrows was still there, and the scholar was like a sharp sword at the moment, and this sharp edge made people almost feel desperate.

Far away, most people can perceive the terrible breath Looking at this back, it is as if after looking at the endless, it is impossible to cross and see Mu Hao still standing on the stone platform, his face is ancient and waveless. Strong, this scholar is really strong, just the aura is more than the previous Qin Zheng, Mu Hao even suspects that he has stepped to the fifth layer of the gods.

The third layer of the god and the fifth layer of the god are insurmountable gaps, at least in the eyes of everyone. A cold wind suddenly rolled around the scholar, rolling up layers of heavy snow. In the wind and snow, a bright ray of light, until the scholar's fingertips burst out, straight towards Mu Hao, in an instant, the snow wool in the whole world is crazy towards it, this bright light gathers, this is just the weakest snow wool, in the hands of the scholar is so terrifying?

Mu Hao's eyes slowly raised, looking at the cold light that shot in. The front foot was slightly raised, but its figure swept out like a rainbow, dragging the long sword with the fierce momentum of splitting the mountain and breaking the mountain, and blatantly collided.

"Click, click!" The snow was shattered, and the ice chips fell one after another. The scholar stepped into the snow, his sword eyes were as cold as snow, his clothes were swinging, the thin ice was like a sword, and he had the potential to sweep the sky, raising his hand while talking and laughing, and his fingers fell in mid-air, blocking the space on the entire stone platform. If Mu Hao's previous sword finger was like a long rainbow, then the scholar's finger was like a blizzard in the vast grassland.

"Bell, bell!!" Mu Hao's sword opened and closed, and Mu Hao's figure swept straight out in the wind and snow, meeting the thin ice like a mountain and a sea, and shattering it all, even if the mountain was in front of it, it would be pierced. At the same time, Mu Hao even exerted the heavenly thunder flash to the extreme, shuttling through the wind and snow like a thunder dragon, and the seemingly straight sword movement trajectory sometimes turned back in vain, approaching the scholar standing in the wind at a speed like a bamboo.

Looking at a figure like a rainbow on the stone platform, a figure as majestic as a mountain, bursts of exclamations sounded one after another, whether it was Mu Hao's fierce sword, or the scholar's seemingly light finger, the danger between the two made their hearts tremble.

The black-clothed young man's eyes did not move, and the lion fought the rabbit with all his strength, he could see that the scholar did not have any spare strength, and this finger was one of the highest magic skills that the scholar mastered, if Mu Hao couldn't even bear this finger, then there was no need to continue this battle.

"The thirteenth style of the killing sword, this sword can be described as fierce!"

However, under the impact of that thin ice, Mu Hao's haunting sword qi was already a little vague, and its momentum even dispersed a little. ”

"The moment this sword appeared in front of Dongbo Snow Eagle, it was also the moment when its strength was exhausted. ”

Once Mu Hao can't bear this Dongbo Snow Eagle's finger, then Dongbo Snow Eagle's next counterattack will inevitably be as fierce as a raging snowstorm, and Mu Hao is afraid that he will be in danger of defeat. Chen Nan squinted his eyes slightly and commented.

His words hit the nail on the head, pointing out the situation on the stage without any mistake, and the rest of the elders nodded one after another.

Mu Hao, who was in the battle situation, also knew this, his wrist trembled, and the long sword that burst out suddenly stopped in mid-air, fully demonstrating the terrifying degree of Mu Hao's control of strength. The long sword in Mu Hao's hand trembled slightly, drawing a series of afterimages in the void, mountains and rivers came out of the air, and the roar of tumbling, one after another sword shadows tilted down like the Milky Way falling for nine days, overlapping together.

The sword in Mu Hao's hand, the dark sword shadow like water flashed in the wind and snow, and the Dao sword shadow overlapped together, forming a brilliant sword light. The sword qi was swallowing, and the brilliant sword light was like an upside-down river, and the wind and snow in front of it immediately collapsed quickly. This terrifying sword appeared in everyone's sight with the most blatant posture.

"Killing sword swordsmanship, mastery has reached perfection?" On the stone seat, Chen Nan stood up suddenly, looking at the sword light with a look of surprise. He could see the terrifying power of this sword, and he could even see that Mu Hao's mastery of this sword had reached the point of perfection. There are not many disciples who have mastered the sword killing technique in the outer gate, but they can master it to the point of perfection, which is very rare, at least Chen Nan has never heard of it, not to mention the legendary fourteenth style, this sword he has only seen in the hands of one person, so he is also not sure, let alone say that it is the fourteenth style, but it is really similar,.

"How is this possible?"

"Many inner brothers still can't do this, but he actually did it. ”

"The third layer of the god transformation plus the mastery of the sword killing sword technique to perfection, the outer disciples this time are really outrageously strong. ”

"Don't forget, he still had the sword finger that was not inferior to the sword killing sword technique, which showed his comprehension of the sword intent. ”

An uproar swept out among these inner disciples, and countless eyes were filled with disbelief. Shi Qinghan's lips opened slightly, and he looked at the sword light that swept out in the wind with some shock, "How many secrets do you have?"

In the wind and snow, the scholar raised his head slightly, his eyes met this dazzling sword, his body left an afterimage in the same place like a floating light, and pointed like a sword, a bright sword light also stirred up in the wind and snow, under the gaze of countless eyes, two equally dazzling sword lights collided together.

"Sonorous!" the snow rolled like a hurricane sweeping out between the two.

"Wow!" Whether it was Mu Hao or the scholar, the two of them retreated a few steps before stopping. In the first collision, the two were evenly divided, and the third layer of Yuanying shook the fifth layer of the god in the front, and they did not even fall into the disadvantage.

Quiet, there were countless dead silences all around, looking at this scene without blinking, the scholar raised his head in some surprise, and chuckled: "Very unexpected sword, it seems that when you fought with Qin Zheng before, you didn't go all out." I have to retract what I said before, to the point where I will only appear to be arrogant if I stop using my sword. ”。

The scholar's right hand slowly stretched out, and his terrifying and incomparable sword aura shot out and crashed into the snow all over the ground. The snow floc rolled over, and I saw a simple and unpretentious sword, quietly falling in the snow. This sword was put here when the scholar walked here last year.

The sound of the unpretentious long sword turned into an incomparably sharp long sword and fell into the scholar's hand. The scholar walked towards Mu Hao with a long sword, the long sword in his hand was slightly raised on the scarf, like the cold light of flowing water turning endlessly, and the blade was bright, like a galaxy match, appearing in Mu Hao's gaze. The previous scholars were very strong, and when they held the long sword, they were even stronger.

Mu Hao lowered his head slightly, looking at the scholar's footsteps, every step seemed to be stepping on his heart, making people suffocate heavily, "People like me are very lazy, so I respect the simple truth that the lion fights the rabbit and uses all his strength, it will not be indifferent to the temptation, it will be my strongest sword." ”。 "What is the strongest sword called?" The scholar's words made the hearts of countless people lift, and Shi Qinghan, who was standing alone on the stone seat, was also hanging. The previous scholar's astonishing and brilliant finger was so terrifying, and even praised by the elders, so how amazing would the scholar's strongest sword be? Can Mu Hao use the previous sword-killing sword technique to continue to block. If it can't be stopped, what will Mu Hao use to win scholars.

With his eyes lowered, Mu Hao quietly listened to the scholar's words, and he also understood the truth that the lion fought the rabbit with all his strength, but until the mountaineering to the present, he had used all his strength. No, thinking of this, the corners of Mu Hao's mouth slowly lifted a smile, a very confident and bright smile. Today, if he wants to win the Chixu Palace, no one can stop him.

Quiet, there was a moment of silence between heaven and earth, and only the sharp sound of breaking wind remained. At this moment, a stream of flowing water turned in the wind and snow, and the scholar produced a sword. Silently, wandering in the wind and snow.

If the sword of the young man in black is the continuous autumn rain, then the scholar's sword is the miserable cold and biting wind and snow, and the surroundings are quiet. Mu Hao raised his head, and countless snow flakes in the sky that looked like sword shadows swooped down, as if they were real, they appeared in Mu Hao's eyes, and the sword qi lingering on them was as piercing as thin ice. It's a terrible snow, and it's a terrible sword. "Zheng!" the cold star suddenly appeared, like a little cold plum in the snow. Mu Hao's body floated out like a streamer, the Moon Water Shadow Sword flowed like a mountain spring in his mind, and its three-foot sky was also like a three-thousand-year-old waterfall flowing straight down, reflecting Mu Hao's long ink-like hair hanging from his waist, white clothes fluttering, sword after sword, and the cycle repeatedly. The dancing wind and snow finally met the rolling mountains and rivers, and there were countless collisions.

"Ding!Ding!Ding!" A series of fleeting sparks swayed out in the wind and snow, Mu Hao's figure like catkins swayed in the wind, and the sword in his hand was even darker than water, but he noticed the strangeness in the sky above the stone platform, and the wild wind and snow seemed to collapse in the sky, and pressed towards Mu Hao.

Only Chen Nan, Shi Qinghan and others saw the truth clearly, and at the same time that the wind and snow were overwhelming, the scholar's sword approached Mu Hao's eyebrows. The sword shadows of the seemingly tumbling mountains and rivers gathered together rapidly, frozen, and shattered in the wind and snow. As the scholar said, this sword is his strongest sword, and it fully embodies his own strength.

Depressed, Mu Hao swung his sword in the wind and snow, only to feel that the surrounding space seemed to be isolated from heaven and earth, and the air inside was even pumped out, making people feel a sense of suffocating death, and the sword in his hand was like a mountain and river hitting the mountain rock abruptly ahead, smashing it.

If he controlled this sword killing sword technique, to the realm of consummation, Mu Hao was convinced that it was like an overwhelming momentum, which could smash the mountains and rocks in front of him.

Suppressed and suffocated, this feeling became more and more prevalent in Mu Hao's heart, and the sword qi that stirred around the heaven and earth also brought a terrible sense of oppression at all times. This wind and snow gathered at a speed that the naked eye could see, and the wind and snow were more abundant and dense, and the frequency of the dark sword light like water became less and less, and there was even a sign of complete collapse.