This technique of "Borderless Falling Trees" means "Boundless Falling Trees". Even if thousands of big trees drop their leaves at the same time, they will all be pierced without pulling out any of them.

Although Yu Canghai's appearance was not amazing, Mo Yuan couldn't help but despise Yu Canghai's powerful swordsmanship, so his move was a killing move.

There was only a clanking sound of metal hitting in the small forest, but in that moment, the two people's swords had collided countless times.

Although the sword speed of 'Boundless Falling Wood' is extremely fast, it goes without saying that Yu Canghai can serve as the leader of a sect, and his attainments in swordsmanship go without saying. Many of Mo Yuan's subsequent moves were resolved by him.

Yu Canghai suddenly jumped out of the battle group, with a solemn look on his dark face. He said: "I never expected that among the young disciples of the Huashan Sect, there would be such a rising star. Senior Brother Yue is so lucky!"

Mo Yuan took advantage of the break and took a deep breath. The fight at that moment put him as much pressure as a battle with Na Zu Qianqiu. This little man's sword skills are really rare, and he is worthy of being in charge of a faction.

The master in charge.

"Uncle Yu is ridiculous. I can't even speak of a rising star. I am ranked sixth among the disciples in terms of entry, and I am also ranked sixth in martial arts. It's just a trivial trick." Mo Yuan looked humble on the surface, but was actually sarcastic.

Yu Canghai is such a person, how can I not hear his weird words? This is clearly a mockery of him for not being able to even get the sixth place among the disciples of the Huashan Sect, so he is not considered a righteous senior.

"Boy, don't be complacent. I have to show you my Qingcheng swordsmanship today!"

Yu Canghai shouted sharply, and the thin figure raised his sword and moved quickly. The sword light was dazzling, and it turned into a white cold light around Mo Yuan. What an amazing speed!

Mo Yuan was horrified. This old boy's swordsmanship was indeed amazing. He only felt that the white light surrounding him was full of cold sword intent in all directions, but as far as he could see, there was no shadow of a sword?

Unable to find Yu Canghai's sword path, Mo Yuan simply stopped looking. His mind changed, and suddenly the fine steel sword was waved by him in an airtight manner, and a vast sword intent spread from the sword.

Turns out, it is the Yangwu Divine Sword that ranks among the Nine Arts of Huashan.

This sword technique is deeply rooted in the essence of Confucianism. Mencius said: I am good at cultivating my awe-inspiring spirit.

Therefore, this sect cultivates my divine sword to specialize in self-defense. The sword power is continuous and impervious to wind and rain. When the awe-inspiring sword intention becomes more and more powerful, a single slash of the sword will shock the earth and make all evil spirits bow their heads.

Dangdangdang...

A series of sword blades collided, and sparks flew everywhere. The faster Yu Canghai's sword moved, the tighter Mo Yuan's sword guard became. Dozens of moves were exchanged in a blink of an eye, and he could not find any flaw.

Yu Canghai saw that awe-inspiring sword intent getting stronger and stronger, and the anger in his heart became more and more uncontrollable. He was a great master of swordsmanship, almost sixty years old, but he could do nothing to an ordinary disciple in Huashan. If this spread out

, How will people in the world view Qingcheng in the future?

"Open it for me!"

Yu Canghai shouted loudly, and all his internal energy gathered on the long sword in his hand. The long sword's sword energy suddenly became strong and turned into a silver dragon, rushing straight towards Mo Yuan.

This old boy saw that it was difficult to win with swordsmanship, but he did not dare to ask Mo Yuan to release the sword intention of nourishing me. Relying on his strong internal strength, he actually overpowered others with his strength!

Seeing that the sword was coming fiercely, Mo Yuan no longer cared about cultivating my sword intention. In a flash of thought, the awe-inspiring sword force immediately penetrated the long sword. Hunyuan Jin was running at full strength, and he faced it with a sword!

Zheng!

The tips of the two long swords collided, making a buzzing sound. The next moment, the stainless steel long sword in Mo Yuan's hand broke into several fragments with a snap!

Astonishingly, the Huashan disciple standard long sword in Mo Yuan's hand could not withstand the powerful internal strength of the two men, and was violently broken.

Seeing this, Mo Yuan took a step forward and jumped back like a big bird. Yu Canghai did not take advantage of the victory to pursue him, but instead threw the sword in his hand towards the ground.

He said: "I won't take advantage of you. Since I don't have the sword, let's compete in boxing and kicking!"

He is the leader of a sect, and the long sword in his hand is a sword produced in Longquan, so he can naturally withstand it and use his inner strength to support it.

If Mo Yuan came to attend the appointment at midnight last night and the sword broke, he would definitely not abandon the sword and take Mo Yuan's life. But today, in full view of everyone, countless pairs of eyes in Luoyang City watched Mo Yuan follow him out of the city. Of course he

Mo Yuan cannot be killed.

Since he couldn't kill him, using a sword to bully this junior would not help his reputation in Qingcheng if it spread in the future. Furthermore, Huashan was famous for its swords, and he was confident in his boxing and kicking skills. This kid would definitely not be able to defeat him.

How could Mo Yuan not see that he was deliberately trying to teach him a lesson? Everyone in the world knew about the power of the Qingcheng Sect's Heart-Destroying Palm, so of course Mo Yuan knew it.

However, Hunyuan Jin has mastered both internal and external skills, and if he competes with his fists and kicks, he will naturally not disagree.

Mo Yuan cupped his hands and said, "Since Master Yu hasn't had a good beating yet, I will naturally accompany him to the end!"

"Okay, take the move!"

Yu Canghai didn't care about his status as a martial arts giant. As he swayed, he already struck a palm towards Mo Yuan's chest. As a senior, he was the first to strike one after another today. Fortunately, there was no one here, otherwise he would have been seen.

, that would be a great loss of face.

Seeing the powerful force of the palm, Mo Yuan sneered and did not dodge or dodge. Under the stimulation of Hunyuan Jin, a pair of fleshy fists faintly glowed with the color of white jade, and he rushed forward with his right fist.

Broken Jade Fist?!

Yu Canghai naturally recognized this Huashan boxing technique, but because few people in Huashan had practiced Hunyuan Gong in recent years, this boxing technique had never gained much fame in the world, so he naturally did not give it a second thought.

He relied on the exquisiteness of his Heart-Destroying Palm technique, which contained three levels of inner strength in one palm, so he simply didn't bother to dodge, and unexpectedly met Mo Yuan's fist.

boom!

The fists and palms met, and a majestic energy suddenly spread around. The ground under Mo Yuan's feet actually sank several inches. Looking at Yu Canghai, his face suddenly turned as red as blood, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his face followed.

Became extremely white.

"I accept it, Master Yu!"

Mo Yuan retracted his fist, smiled and cupped his hands at Yu Canghai in front of him, and then walked towards the grove without looking at the leader of Qingcheng. If he didn't leave, he would make a fool of himself.

That punch just now was thrown with all his strength, and his back was already broken.

Seeing Mo Yuan's figure disappear into the distance, Yu Canghai swayed three times and suddenly fell to the ground, his face extremely bitter.

He relied on his superb palm skills and the exquisite endurance of the Heart-Destroying Palm, which could break the heart into eight petals without causing any damage to the chest. But at the moment when the fists and palms were exchanged, the fist of the Huashan junior in front of him was filled with a fierce force.

The violent and ferocious punch was like a wild animal raising its hand, easily breaking through his three levels of internal strength and seriously injuring him.

This is still a hand. If this kid hadn't absorbed part of his inner strength just now, I'm afraid he would have become a corpse by now!
Chapter completed!