Chapter five hundred and eighteen: back to the peak
Yun Mo knelt on one knee next to Broken Blade, with beads of sweat on his face and his chest heaving violently. The battle just now had consumed him greatly, and there was an indescribable feeling of exhaustion in his body.
But Yun Mo felt like he was reborn. The warlike demon blood in his body boiled at this moment. The wounds left by the maintainer of heavenly principles were slowly healing. This was simply a miraculous thing.
"Huh huh..." Yun Mo breathed the air, his face gradually turning rosy. He could clearly feel that the power of the Thunder God that belonged to him was slowly awakening and returning to its peak.
At this time, Yun Mo seemed to have changed into a different person, with an inexplicable pressure on his body that made people feel palpitating.
"Yun Mo, how do you feel now?" Ying put away the long knife, took a few steps forward, and stopped in front of Yun Mo.
"They're all back." Yun Mo stood up slowly and made a fist with his right hand. Purple light flashed in his palm, which looked particularly dazzling.
"Then, do you want to continue?" Ying's aura at this time was completely different from before. There was lightning dancing in a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes, making people dare not look directly.
"Let's fight it quickly. I have no chance of winning this battle, but I will give you a surprise." Yun Mo glanced at Qin and Youla in the audience, pulled out the broken blade stuck on the ground, and held it.
in hand.
After a hard fight, this ordinary training sword was just used for knights' sparring. The blade was already covered with fine cracks, and the tip was even broken. It looked a bit tragic.
But the moment Yun Mo held the broken knife, the knife underwent earth-shaking changes. The broken blade was shrouded in dazzling lightning, looking like a phantom weapon full of technology.
"Then I'll wait and see." Ying opened her red lips lightly, raised her right hand, and unsheathed her long sword. Suddenly, the light of the sword flickered.
With a "boom", the air in the training ground was suppressed again, and the space seemed to be solidified. The sword energy swept away in all directions, blowing the clothes of everyone, and some weaker knights even felt it on their faces.
There were blood streaks flying around, and I was terrified for a moment.
Yun Mo arched his waist slightly, and suddenly stepped forward with his legs. An invisible wave emerged from his body. His speed surged, and he shuttled between the sharp sword winds like a bolt of lightning, coming in the blink of an eye.
Arriving in front of the shadow.
The lightning in Ying's eyes condensed, she raised her right arm, swung the long knife smoothly, and slashed towards Yunmo in an arc. Wherever the blade touched, the space was torn apart, making a harsh sound.
Seeing this, Yun Mo raised an evil smile at the corner of his mouth, tiptoed the ground, leaped up, stepped on the knife struck by Ying, and raised the broken blade in his hand high.
The lightning in the sky was pulled down by the clouds and injected into the broken blade. The broken blade suddenly burst into light, like a huge thunder pillar.
"Concession."
With one slash of the sword, the purple sword light swallowed up the figure of the shadow, and everything fell into silence.
Only Yun Mo was left standing gracefully in the mid-air, his black robes fluttering in the strong wind, and his black hair was lifted up by the wind, covering his face, making it difficult for people to see the expression on his face clearly.
"Won?" Qin and Youla looked at Yun Mo's handsome back, with a hint of surprise on their faces. Yun Mo was in adversity. He originally thought he would be defeated, but they didn't expect that he would end up with such a
The way ends.
Youla was also relieved and breathed a long sigh of relief. Her frozen face finally relaxed and revealed a faint smile.
The knights also burst into thunderous applause. Finally, someone could defeat this victorious general who had won countless victories in the knights, even though Yun Mo was not a member of the knights either.
Compared to the cheers and applause of others, Yun Mo's face was calm and even looked a little solemn, because the shocking blow just now had no effect.
Yun Mo lowered his head and looked down, only to see that the blade filled with the power of thunder was firmly held by a slender white hand, unable to move any further. No words were needed to describe who the owner of that hand was.
"You haven't come down yet, are you addicted to me?" Ying held the blade that fell from above, looked at Yun Mo who was still standing on his long sword, and said angrily.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Yun Mo listened to Ying's arrogant words, quickly let go of the handle of the knife, jumped down from the long knife, and landed firmly on the ground.
"You win." Ying threw away the broken blade in her hand and said lightly, without any expression on her face, as if everything just now had nothing to do with her.
Yun Mo was a little embarrassed. The situation just now didn't look like he was winning. It could only be said that Ying was letting off steam again and stimulating his own strength through fighting.
She really... I cried to death.
Yun Mo was deeply moved and looked at Ying with filled eyes. It seemed that he would work harder in the future and strive to catch up with Ying as soon as possible.
Ying felt Yun Mo's gaze and said nothing. She turned her head away a little arrogantly, but the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile, as if she enjoyed the feeling of being respected.
"What a wonderful battle. Now I want you to join our knights more and more." Qin smiled lightly and walked up from the field with a Hexi smile on her face. She felt like a spring breeze.
Can't help but get close.
Yun Mo touched his nose and said with some embarrassment: "It's just a fluke."
"Is your injury okay? You had a bit of a scare just now." Youla also walked to Yun Mo's side and asked softly, with a faint smile on her face, and her eyes looked at Yun Mo full of
concerned.
"It's okay now. Thank you for your concern." Yun Mo smiled at Youla, moved his muscles and bones, and made a crisp sound. His body had completely recovered.
Ying looked at the two beautiful girls beside Yun Mo, frowning slightly, and glanced at him meaningfully with her dark purple eyes. There was a faint smile hanging on the corner of her mouth, which looked a little penetrating.