Immortal Young Man on Campus

The river surface and the shore seem to be two completely different worlds. The river surface is too dangerous, even on the shore, it can be clearly felt.

Everyone's expressions were stiff and numb.

Such an earth-shattering duel, however, the winner has not yet been determined, can it be impossible to determine the winner?

Tang Sect Master also made waves in his heart. He was not only surprised by Yu Mo's swordsmanship, but also shocked by Feng Wujiang's cultivation.

He moved in his heart and shouted loudly: "Feng Wujiang, when did you reach the late stage of the master?"

Master late!

Everyone gasped, their eyelids twitching wildly.

This is a level that most people will never reach in their lifetime.

Feng Wujiang is already such a high cultivation base, for them, it is equivalent to touching the ceiling.

Yu Mo must also be in the master realm, so will he be in the late master realm?

impossible!

After all, at such a young age, it is a miracle to cultivate to the master realm, and it is impossible to cultivate to the later stage of the master.

They guessed right.

Yu Mo really didn't reach the late stage master realm.

He is a middle-stage cultivation base of distraction, which is equivalent to the middle-stage realm of a master, but it cannot be generalized between cultivators and warriors.

Although he is in the middle stage of distraction, his combat power is higher than that of the middle stage of the master.

Yu Mo's pupils shrank, looked at Feng Wujiang with interest, and said, "You turned out to be in the late stage of the master realm."

Feng Wujiang said proudly: "Of course!"

Reaching such a state at his age is already considered a genius, and he does have the capital to be proud of.

"Yu Mo, I now believe that the Tianji Pavilion was defeated by you." Feng Wujiang lowered his voice and said.

The rushing water drowned out his voice, and the people on the shore couldn't hear him at all.

Yu Mo said with a smile: "It was."

"That can only mean that the pavilion master is too stupid, his cultivation is no less than mine, and there are more masters in the Tianji Pavilion than my sword sect, and he even lost, which is really a shame." Feng Wujiang sneered, He made no secret of his contempt for the pavilion master.

Yu Mo smiled bitterly: "You do have self-knowledge. You know that there are more masters in Tianji Pavilion than Sword Sect, and there are several masters in the master realm in Tianji Pavilion."

"It's a pity, it's a pity, if they followed me, it might be completely different now." Feng Wujiang sighed.

Although he is powerful and supports the Sword Sect, the Sword Sect is still very old after all, and cannot be compared with the profound Tianji Pavilion.

One of the biggest problems of Jianzong is that there are not enough masters and masters. There is only one person named Feng Wujiang. At the critical moment, there is a situation where people hate less when they come to use them.

For example, this time, after his disciple was defeated, his sect master would personally take action, which would be a shame.

"No, you can't be compared with the pavilion master. His ambitions are much bigger than yours, and he is more ambitious." Yu Mo shook his head and retorted.

He fought against the pavilion master several times, and truly realized its power and ambition.

The vision and pattern of the pavilion owner are much larger than those of Feng Wujiang.

Feng Wujiang's face sank, and he said coldly: "Nonsense, how can I be inferior to him, how can you know my ambitions."

Yu Mo raised his brows and asked, "Oh, what are your ambitions?"

Feng Wujiang rolled his eyes at him and said disdainfully, "Yan Que knows Honghu's ambition, how could I tell you. Yu Mo, have you finished your robbery sword? My immeasurable swordsmanship is not finished yet."

Yu Mo shrugged and urged: "Then what are you waiting for, come quickly."

There was another wind and waves on the river, Feng Wujiang held his sword in both hands, and slammed into the water, but the water actually stopped.

Taking the Wujiang Sword as the origin, the rushing water surface quickly stopped, as if a huge energy calmed the flow of the river.

After a while, within a radius of five meters, the river water was still, and the ancient well did not wave, just like a mirror floating on the river.

Huh?

Yu Mo's eyes lit up, this immeasurable swordsmanship is really not simple, and there is even such a trick.

Just by looking at it, you can already feel the extraordinary.

There was silence on the shore, and everyone didn't dare to breathe. All eyes stared at Yu Mo, quietly waiting for his counterattack.

"It seems that this is really a big move." Yu Mo felt that the wind on the mirror and the river had disappeared, full of chills.

"The two moves are used together, success or failure is here." Yu Mo roared.

"The Sword of Ten Thousand Blood Returns to the Sect is flying!"

"Sunrise East China Sea sword is like the sun!"

The two moves were displayed one after another, and immediately, a strange scene appeared on the river.

The blood blade is radiant, and the sword light turns into a small sword, flying everywhere, the sword light is cut out together, and the swords are sent together, and they are cut together to Feng Wujiang in the mirror.

At the same time, a round of scorching sun rises from the river and hangs high in the air.

Two-pronged approach, together to attack Feng Wujiang.

The air froze, and the whistling sound of the sword light overwhelmed the roar of the rushing river.

On the shore, everyone's numb hearts were stimulated again, and they muttered to themselves, "There are such swordsmanships in the world. This is the peerless swordsmanship!"

When these two moves entered the calm river, everything changed again.

clap clap clap!

The Jianguang actually shattered, as if there was an invisible force that shattered the Jianguang.

Huh?

Yu Mo was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect the mirror to have such a role.

"Feng Wujiang, your immeasurable swordsmanship is really interesting."

"Immeasurable swordsmanship, the sword is like the sea, the sword is like a big river, and the sword light is innumerable and immeasurable." Feng Wujiang showed off proudly.

Yu Mo was thoughtful, staring at the calm river.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank, and he finally saw a clue.

This is the thousands of sword qi entrenched in that space. These sword qi cannot be seen, and they suppress the water surface, so that the water surface does not have a trace of waves, and the air freezes.

There is only sword energy left in this space, and nothing else, so anything that tries to break in will be smashed to pieces.

"I can even see the sword of the gods, how can I not see your limitless swordsmanship." Tang Zheng settled down in his heart and raised the blood blade again.

At this moment, Yu Mo's two-stroke swordsmanship was completely shattered by the calm river surface, and did not exert its due power.

The mirror-like surface of the river just swayed with microwaves, and then returned to calm, very strange.

Feng Wujiang took advantage of the strength of this great river, and really brought the power of Boundless Swordsmanship into full play.

"Yu Mo, use any other swordsmanship you have. Under my immeasurable swordsmanship, everything is turkey." Feng Wujiang said proudly and fearlessly.

A mysterious smile appeared on the corner of Yu Mo's mouth, and he said, "Of course I have a back up. Feng Wujiang, do you think you are the only one who can use the power of the river?"

Feng Wujiang is unclear, so he can use the power of the river water because of the immeasurable swordsmanship. Yu Mo has never practiced the immeasurable swordsmanship. How can he use the power of the river to turn it into sword moves?

Yu Mo smiled mysteriously, thinking that I have the power of a dragon, and the ability to control water. If you can't catch up with a horse, I will show you what the power of a river is.