Martial Revolt of the Nine Heavens

"Shhhhhhhh..."

Duan Cang kept firing his sword, showing his truly terrifying side.

I saw that every time he cut out, he couldn't see the trajectory, and every time he cut horizontally, he could hit Mo Que.

"Boom!"

Mo Que's thunderous steps were as fast as lightning, but no matter how fast he was, Duan Cang's machete would always cut him.

"puff!"

When he was knocked back by the sword light again, Mo Que was seriously injured and was hit by at least dozens of knives.

"I said, I want to kill the Immortal Domain people like a dog!"

Duan Cang stood in the distance with his hands on his back, looking down at Mo Que like a god, and said, "Although you cultivate Martial Dao, you are also a member of the Immortal Domain. I want to kill you, easily!"

Luo Hanyu on the sidelines clenched his fists tightly, watching Mo Que's body covered in blood, his heart like a knife.

Before she disobeyed her teacher's orders and went to find Duan Cang for a fight, what she wanted was to force Duan Cang with all her strength.

If she can succeed, even if she fails to get rid of Duan Cang for Mo Que in the end, at least Mo Que will know his various methods and can figure out how to deal with it.

If so, Mo Que would never have been so embarrassed now.

She clenched her fists and blamed herself inwardly.

"This kid isn't going to lose, is he?"

On the other side, Feng Jingchen stood beside Mo Yu, who was covered in black mist, and frowned, "That woman in plain clothes sees him as an unparalleled genius in swordsmanship, could it be that he even became an Outer in the Valley of Swords? Sect disciples can't win?"

Mo Yu, who was in the mist of ink, was silent for a moment before saying, "Although Duan Cang is only a disciple of the Outer Sect of the Valley of the Swords, he is indeed powerful."

Feng Jingchen did not refute.

Lian Xubu coupled with such a traceless and invincible overbearing swordsmanship, Duan Cang's strength is indeed extraordinary.

However, in his heart, Dongfang Chuyue was so optimistic about Mo Que, and even bluntly stated that Mo Que's talent in swordsmanship was even higher than him. If he lost to Duan Cang so easily, he would be unacceptable.

After all, the sword has always been an old enemy. If Mo Que lost to Duan Cang, wouldn't it mean that he was inferior to Duan Cang?

"If he loses, I'll take action and kill him first, then Duan Cang!" He gritted his teeth, as if he had made a decision, and said, "The woman in Suyi is so optimistic about him, if he wins even Duan Cang! No, I don't deserve to live!"

In the mist of ink, Mo Yu's expression could not be seen, but he was just silent and said nothing.

"boom!"

Duan Cang slashed out again.

So far, Mo Que has been hit with nearly a hundred knives. No matter how strong his martial art is, he is still severely injured at this time, and his body is covered with bruises.

"Whether it's your swordsmanship, Martial Dao, or even immortality, it seems to be nothing more than this!"

Duan Cang shook his head and said, "A fellow practitioner of the three ways? Do you really think you are a genius? In the end, you have three ways in one, but you are not as good as a knife in my hand!"

His tone was like that of an elder, taunting fellow practitioners of Mo Que's three ways, but it was mixed and not refined, and it was difficult to be of great use.

And if he only cultivates the Dao of the Blade, he can overwhelm Mo Que, as if the Dao of the Blade is the supreme existence, surpassing the three Dao that Mo Que cultivates.

"When did you see my kendo?" Mo Que's mouth was bloody, slightly embarrassed, but his eyes were still firm.

He can die or lose, but he will never be afraid because of the strength of his opponent!

"Boom!"

A roar sounded from within Mo Que, like thunder.

Afterwards, his injuries began to recover quickly.

"What a powerful vitality!" Feng Jingchen, who was on the sidelines, said in shock, "What method is this?"

Mo Yu's eyes in the black mist stared at Mo Que, without saying a word.

"Mo Que has a backer!"

"He can quickly recover from the injury, he has mastered such a method!"

The spectators were all shocked. You must know that everything in Martial Dao comes from the flesh, and the flesh is intact, so it can always maintain its peak state.

At this time, Mo Que's magic can quickly recover from his injuries.

In this way, it is like his martial body, in battle, it can be called immortal!

An immortal martial body, just thinking about it makes the scalp tingle!

"Shhhhh!"

I saw that Mo Que was surrounded by a layer of green light, revealing a strong vitality, which made his injury recover quickly.

This is the only power of wood that has evolved into a physical object in the power of the Five Elements in his body.

This kind of power originally contains strong vitality, just like when people are injured or sick, taking Medicinal herbs can also heal them, and Medicinal herbs are all the way of wood. M..

In addition, Mo Que Insight Phoenix family's immortality method has been used for a long time, and these two methods work at the same time, so that no matter how serious the injury is, he can quickly recover.

"What if you recover from your injury?" Duan Cang sneered, "I am trapped in my sword formation, and there is only one end!"

"I can seriously injure you once, and I can seriously injure you a second time. Even if you can recover 10,000 times, it won't change the outcome of your defeat!"

While he was drinking coldly, the machete came out again, and the sword qi in it was not only powerful, but there was no trace of it.

"boom!"

However, when Duan Cang slashed out with this knife, Mo Que shook the blade away with one finger.

He used his body as a sword and his fingers as his tips, and the Sword intent revealed by him was not under Duan Cang at all.

"How is this going?"

"Mo Que actually blocked that knife with no trajectory?"

When others saw this, they were all stunned.

Duan Cang's expression also changed. I don't know if it was just a coincidence or if Mo Que really discovered the mystery in his knife.

"Do you really think that I took so many swords from you for nothing?" Mo Que pointed to the sword, coldly looking at Duan Cang.

As if he understood something, Duan Cang frowned and said with a sneer, "You mean, you deliberately took a hundred swords from me to spy on the mysteries of my sword, and have you seen it?"

"What do you think?" Mo Que suddenly turned around and said to Feng Jingchen, who was on the sidelines, "I'll borrow your wooden sword!"

Feng Jingchen was taken aback for a moment, wondering what Mo Que was going to do.

People who cultivate swords regard swords as their lives. If they don't have a life-long friendship, few people will usually lend their own swords.

But Feng Jingchen didn't hesitate, he threw out the wooden sword and said, "If you break the sword, I will cut you!"

Everyone else stayed there.

At such a time, Mo Que actually borrowed a wooden sword to fight against the enemy?

How could such a fragile wooden sword be able to take over Duan Cang's overbearing swordsmanship? Strange constantly!

"Hahahaha..." Duan Cang burst out laughing and said, "Since I repaired my sword, no one has ever dared to treat me like this!"

Not only did Mo Que say that he saw through his way of the sword, but he also used a wooden sword to fight him?

This is simply an insult to him!

"Mo Que, do you really think that if you pick me up with a knife, you will see through my way of the knife?" Duan Cang laughed angrily: "You are too self-righteous!"

He has been cultivating knives for many years, and he has extraordinary talent to have today's realm.

How could Mo Que see through the Dao of the Blade that he had studied for many years?

"Beyond your own strength, I'll see how you can break my way of the sword!" Aroused by his anger, Duan Cang made a frantic shot, and threw out his machete. In an instant, he slashed thirty-six knives!

"Shhhhh!"

I saw that Mo Que did not use the thunder step, holding a wooden sword, walking slowly, raising his hands and waving sword shadows.

"Boom boom boom..."

The roar sounded one after another, and the thirty-six knives that Duan Cang slashed were all scattered by Mo Que with that wooden sword.