Martial Revolt of the Nine Heavens

First acquaintance with Yuanjing is the second Realm of Qi Dao cultivation. Yuan Qi sinks into Dantian and turns into Qi Sea.

The way of refining the body, cultivating the flesh and bone marrow, there is no clear distinction between Realm, and cultivation can be done at the same time.

Therefore, those who practiced the body in the past were said to be invincible in the early stage.

Today's Mo Que, although he has finished refining his marrow and started refining his bones with Sword Qi, he has only completed the tempering of two fingers. In terms of Realm, he will only enter the second Realm soon.

It's just that he got the Sun Sword intent, and even if he was in the second Realm, he was very invincible.

Sitting on the chair, he shot because the ordinary disciples of the Primordial Realm could no longer put pressure on him. If he wanted to use these people to improve his understanding of the Sun Sword intent, he could only limit himself and make himself feel pressure.

"Shh!"

Another sword was stuck on the ground, and the hundreds of people gathered in front of the medicine building were silent at this moment.

"Xue Fang on the seventh floor is also defeated. His strength is not weak among the disciples of Yuanjing!"

"This is already the twenty-seventh disciple who lost to this person!"

"Moreover, this medicine building disciple has been sitting on a chair from beginning to end, and his strength is amazing!"

The disciples of each floor were shocked.

Today's battle here is not just about the Eighteenth Sword Building, the thirty-sixth floor disciples all want to defeat Mo Que.

It was unacceptable that the disciples of each building were defeated by a disciple of the medicine building.

Second, Mo Que has this performance today. If he can defeat him, he will become famous in Jianlou, and maybe he will be valued by Jianlou.

However, although the disciples from each floor came one after another, no one could defeat Mo Que.

Even Mo Que has never gotten up from his chair until now.

"Shh!"

At this moment, a figure appeared.

This person came lightly, without touching the ground, and stepped lightly on the hilt of a sword stuck on the ground.

"Yan Beifeng? He's really here!"

"This person is in the eighteenth sword building, and is called the first in the Yuan realm. He has cultivated to the realm of controlling the sword with qi. If he makes a move, he may be able to beat this medicine building disciple!"

Seeing the person coming, the crowd burst into commotion.

"Senior Brother Yan, please take action, be sure to teach this mad disciple of the medicine building a lesson, and breathe a sigh of relief for me at the Eighteenth Sword Building!" The three disciples of the eighteenth floor who had scolded at first returned, with strong confidence in Yan Beifeng.

"A few rubbish!"

Yan Lifeng stood on the sword with a cold face, and scolded: "My sword building disciple's sword, I want to get it back, but as sword cultivators, you don't need to speak with the sword in your hand, but you try to move people's hearts, and use despicable means to humiliate people. His reputation, wanting to force him out of the Jianlou, this is the shame of Jianxiu!"

The three eighteenth floor disciples changed color and did not dare to look up.

Today's matter, if they can really make Mo Que's reputation lose, it would be fine, but now it has become this situation, this medicine building disciple not only has not lost his reputation, but has shown a strong strength, attracting the thirty-sixth floor to know. .

This makes the Eighteen Swords Tower, which is already a Losing face, even more shameless.

"Although you are powerful, you are too arrogant!" Yan Beifeng turned his head, his icy gaze fell on Mo Que.

"If people respect me, I also respect others. People who want to humiliate me will be humiliated!" Mo Que responded coldly.

The eighteenth floor will lose so many swords and let things develop to this stage, all because Zhao Yuan bullied him.

"Everything is in order, even if my eighteenth-floor disciple made a mistake first, you shouldn't bully too much, and leave everything behind!" Yan Beifeng said, the dozens of swords under his feet trembled slightly at this moment. Get up, and he is like the master of swords, the emperor here.

Use Qi to control the sword!

This person does not need to do anything, and can control the swords with the strength of the outside world.

"Ridiculous!" Mo Que said, "You mean that even if your eighteenth floor disciple bullies me, I should laugh it off? Since you are so high-sounding, why can't you just laugh it off when your eighteenth sword building's reputation is tarnished? Pass?"

When he was deceived, he should be generous, and when the Eighteen Swords Tower was humiliated, should he not be?

I am most disdainful of people with such double standards!

"Since it's useless to talk too much, then use a sword to talk!" Yan Beifeng said, and a long sword stuck on the ground flew up.

His white clothes fluttered, standing on the hilt of the sword, his feet did not touch the ground, his clothes were not stained with dust, and he steered the sword from the air. "Shh!"

The long sword pierced the air and flew towards Mo Que, the sharp sword glow on the tip of the sword was dazzling and dazzling.

The sword body swiped, leaving a straight rainbow glow in the air, like a meteor breaking through the sky, dividing the world!

"Ding!"

Mo Que sat on the chair, his two fingers showed golden light, and the sun Sword intent blessed his fingers. Using his fingers as a sword, he stretched out his hand to hold the flying long sword.

"Shh-"

This sword, with the potential of falling meteors, brought a huge impact. Although Mo Que pinched the blade, his body was uncontrolled and slid backwards.

The chair under him, as he moved backwards and traversed, drew several pear grooves on the ground and moved out several feet before it stopped.

"Bang!"

In Mo Que's hand, the long sword was crushed by his powerful Sun Sword intent, split into two pieces, and fell to the ground.

He stared at Yan Beifeng, remained silent, and stood up.

As soon as he got up, the wooden chair under him disintegrated silently.

He could take Yan Beifeng's sword power, but the wooden chair couldn't bear it.

The crowd was dead silent, but Yan Beifeng could be called the No. 1 in the Yuanjing on the 18th floor, which was really different.

Mo Que, who had never left his chair before, was forced to stand up by a sword when Yan Beifeng arrived!

"As I said, leave a line in everything." Yan Beifeng stood upright, standing on the sword, and said indifferently: "If you are willing to go to the eighteenth floor to apologize and pay back my reputation on the eighteenth floor, you insulted my disciples in the building. , I will no longer pursue it.”

Mo Que looked at the disintegrated wooden chair on the ground and suddenly smiled.

After fighting here, finally a disciple who can force him to get up!

"It seems that you don't intend to accept it!" Yan Beifeng shook his head lightly, and said, "In this case, it seems that only the sword can be used to make you submit!"

"Shhhhh!"

His words fell, and three more swords flew up on the ground, and the swords hung in the air, pointing at Mo Que.

The disciples from each floor watching the battle held their breath at this time.

Yan Beifeng's sword forced Mo Que to get up, which was indeed powerful, but Mo Que on the other side broke the sword from Yan Beifeng with two fingers, which was equally astonishing!

At present, it seems that there is no difference between the two, and no one knows who can win!

I saw Yan Beifeng, who was standing on the sword, stretched out two fingers and tapped them lightly, and the three swords flew towards Mo Que at the same time. Each sword was no weaker than the previous one!

"The seventh form of the Sun Sword intent, this afternoon!" Mo Que used his fingers as a sword, and used the twelve swords of the Sun Sword intent.

Twelve-style sun Sword intent, the twelve o'clock in the evolution of the sun's orbit.

The seventh form is noon, it is the noon of the day, the scorching sun is in the sky, and it is the most domineering and hot moment of the sun's power.

"Clang clang clang!"

Mo Que's three fingers in a row, the most domineering style in the Sun Sword intent, caused Yan Beifeng's three long swords to snap.

However, the situation was still unfavorable to him, Yan Beifeng shot from the air, and he was at a distance, and he had no vitality to let out, if he couldn't get close, Yan Beifeng would be invincible!

Frowning, the power of Mo Que was beyond Yan Beifeng's expectations. He moved his fingers again. This time, a total of nine long swords on the ground fluttered and slashed towards Mo Que at the same time!

"Tenth Form, Can Xi!" Mo Que changed his sword stance again.

Dusk and sunset, the setting sun returns to the west, this is the waning evening, this style divides day and night, dividing Yin & Yang, sunset and moon rise, all sounds are silent.

This style can resolve all kinds of offensives, no matter what you are in the wind and clouds, once this sword is out, it will be silent.

"Clang clang clang clang..."

Yan Beifeng's eight long swords fell to the ground, and the power on the swords disappeared, and was resolved by Can Xi's sword power.

However, there was still a sword that pierced Mo Que's shoulder and passed through his shoulder.

No matter how strong the Mo Que Sun Sword Intent is, it only has two fingers, and Yan Beifeng's nine swords are coming out at the same time, even he can't resist them all.

It's just that Mo Que at this time is much closer to Yan Beifeng!