This is a wooden frame structure that has been built long ago. The wooden table is as high as two meters high and about three meters long and width.

There is no fence around the wooden platform. If it retreats to the edge, it will fall down accidentally.

This wooden platform used to be a ring where Poshan Camp and Heihu Camp often make a fight.

I don’t know how many times there have been a fight on this platform.

Since the Second Highness Zhu Meng recruited Tang Muke, a young master from the Qingcheng Sect, this wooden platform has not dared to challenge it for a long time.

In the past, there were a few people who dared to go on stage to challenge Tang Muke, and they were almost knocked down by Tang Muke with a sword in just a few rounds.

Therefore, this wooden platform has not had a fight for almost a year.

Today, there was another battle on the wooden platform in the martial arts field.

What is even more incredible is that the person who made a date this time was Tang Muke.

Tang Muke, the commander of the Poshan Camp, made an appointment with a young master of the Black Tiger Camp!

Such a thing is really strange.

However, until now, no one of the people in Yanjing City who were watching the fun around the martial arts stands, and all the soldiers, knew what the name of this young master of the Black Tiger Camp was.

Even the people from the Black Tiger Camp did not know who this young man on stage was?

At this moment, everyone held their breath and their eyes were all focused on the ring.

In the middle of the wooden terrace, two figures were already mixed together, and I could no longer tell who was who?

But I saw a white figure roaring violently.

Immediately afterwards, the white figure swept high and swooped towards the wooden platform.

Countless sword lights turned into drizzle and rushed towards the figure below.

"What a quick sword!"

Qin Mo raised his head and looked at the sword light that was suddenly falling from above his head, and he shouted loudly.

This opponent named Tang Muke has indeed had an unusual sword technique.

"This guy is amazing! Unfortunately, my three sword techniques have not been fully integrated yet. I am afraid that if I fight hard, I will suffer a loss."

Qin Mo kept thinking in his heart.

However, the long sword in his hand had no intention of pausing at all.

"Brush..."

Qin Mo pointed the long sword in his hand into the sky, and the long sword turned into countless sword lights, stabbing towards Tang Muke's sword shadow.

"Boom..."

In a blink of an eye, Qin Mo and Tang Muke separated rapidly.

Qin Mo stood still, and his body shook several times.

On the other side of the wooden platform, Tang Muke's body also shook several times before he stabilized his body.

"Hmph! I really didn't expect that you bastard also had some skills, but you actually caught my Fenglei Sword. You really underestimated you."

Tang Muke stared at Qin Mo and said gritting his teeth.

It was not until this moment that Tang Muke began to pay attention to Qin Mo, the opponent.

In the previous few collisions, he did not injure Qin Mo under the sword, and even his ultimate move failed to slash Qin Mo.

Therefore, he had to face Qin Mo the opponent seriously again.

"What? Is the trick of Qianfu? Have you used up your sword moves? No more?"

Qin Mo stood opposite, holding his long sword in his hand, staring at Tang Muke with his head tilted, and looked disdainful, and said with a smile.

Hearing Qin Mo's words, Tang Muke was immediately angry and furious.

The other party actually compared himself to a donkey!

This was simply a pure humiliation, humiliating himself in front of everyone in the audience.

"You damn thing, don't you just go back and forth with three sword techniques? Go to die!"

With a loud shout, Tang Muke instantly approached Qin Mo.

The long sword in his hand shook, and countless sword flowers bloomed instantly, like a fishing net, covering Qin Mo's body.

Qin Mo sneered.

Compared to a sword-using master like Tang Muke, Qin Mo, a newcomer who has just learned the sword technique and has only learned Zhang Sanfeng's three-step sword technique, his sword agility, power and speed are naturally not as good as the opponent.

However, Qin Mo did not only learn swordsmanship.

The nine changes of the dragon caused Qin Mo's body to undergo powerful changes, especially his speed.

To this day, Qin Mo's speed and adaptability have long exceeded the speed of the innate realm masters in martial arts.

His swordsmanship is unfamiliar, but Qin Mo has an absolute advantage in terms of speed.

The long sword in Tang Muke's hand burst out countless sword shadows and stabbed at Qin Mo at a very fast speed.

However, Qin Mo's body kept shaking like a phantom.

Tang Muke's sword could not reach Qin Mo's body at all.

"This is damn, so fast!"

After gritting his teeth, Tang Muke kept approaching Qin Mo, and endless sword moves swept towards Qin Mo...

Below the wooden platform, the soldiers from Heihu Camp and Poshan Camp were all stunned.

This terrifying speed and swordsmanship are not something that these ordinary military men can understand, nor are they able to achieve.

In the eyes of these military men, they just saw two figures flying constantly on the stage, and countless figures flashed on the stage.

Not far away, beside the carriage, Lin Bao's chest was already rising and falling. He looked up at the wooden platform, and many beads of sweat had appeared on his forehead.

"Brother Mo, can he win? Will there be danger?"

Lin Bao clenched his fists tightly, and he asked in a low voice to Butler Li who was sitting on the carriage.

"Oh...I don't know either, maybe..."

Butler Li slowly shook his head and said softly with some nervousness.

"Tang Muke, it's indeed a powerful master! There are countless masters who have lost to him in the Black Tiger Camp. I'm afraid this time...ah!"

Li Chonghu stared at the two figures on the wooden platform ahead. After watching for a while, his face dimmed.

Li Chonghu and the Eunuch Li originally gave Qin Mo great hope.

But now, the situation on the stage disappointed them a little.

During a few breaths, around the wooden platform, the soldiers from the Black Tiger Camp all had a look of loss on their faces.

Depending on the situation, the young master whom Your Highness recruited will not be Tang Muke's opponent!

Because, on the stage, Qin Mo was constantly dodging Tang Muke's sword moves.

On the other side, Zhu Di's carriage.

At this moment, Zhu Di had already put down the curtain of the carriage. He sat in the carriage and shook his head slightly.

"Go back... don't have to watch it anymore. The boss is probably going to be angry for a while again this time. The young man he recruited may be destroyed by Tang Muke's sword."

Zhu Di lost interest, he said listlessly.

"Look at it again, maybe..."

The old eunuch smiled and said.

"If he was chased and chopped like this, he would dodge everywhere on the stage. How long can he last? It's just a matter of perseverance."

Zhu Di smiled, and he shook his head and said.

Just as Zhu Di finished speaking, a crackling roar suddenly came from the wooden platform in front of him.

"Boom! Boom..."

Suddenly, a dozen lightnings of about a meter long burst out suddenly appeared above the wooden platform, and they shook the wooden platform.

"What's going on? A bolt from the blue?"

"How is this possible?"

Zhu Di and the old eunuch were stunned.

Not only Zhu Di and the old eunuch, but also the entire crowd watching the battle were shocked.
Chapter completed!