Mo Chen likes black, so his sword is black. Black symbolizes loneliness, pride and nobility. This is the life of a swordsman.
Just like all swordsmen, Mo Chen was determined to poke a hole in the sky with the sword in his hand the moment he practiced swordsmanship, and became the best swordsman in the world.
In the process, he killed so many people that he couldn't even count them.
Mo Chen once thought that if he went to the underworld, many people would demand his life.
But he is not afraid of death, in fact he longs for death.
Because death is also black.
It is suddenly late in the world, and the mountains and rivers are already autumn.
When darkness falls, the earth will have its last afterglow. This last afterglow shines on this piece of heaven and earth, calm, calm and unrestrained.
It's the same feeling as when a dead person is about to die.
But at night after sunset, there are stars all over the sky, still lighting up the night sky.
This is life. If you really understand life well enough, you will know that there is no darkest moment in life except when you die, so you want more happiness and less sadness.
There were fallen leaves floating in the woods, which had already piled up. The two of them walked slowly forward on the fallen leaves, their footsteps making a rustling sound.
Their footsteps got louder and louder, but their footsteps became lighter and lighter, and their breath gradually reached its peak.
In such a duel between top masters, the emphasis is on the harmony of spirit, energy and spirit. Whoever reaches the top first will take action, and once he takes action, it will move like thunder.
Mo Chen's eyes were cold, as cold as the lotus black knife in his hand.
He suddenly stamped his foot, and the visible energy exploded like a shock wave. The temperature between the sky and the earth dropped sharply. Within a few miles, the heavy wave of energy spread instantly, like a vast ocean torrent, facing the distance.
The tranquility of the place was swallowed up.
Mo Chen made the move first. He didn't want to give An Jing a chance to take action. He raised the black lotus knife in his hand forward and slashed towards An Jing.
Chi!
The knife swept out with indescribable terrifying power, and the surrounding air was squeezed by the force, making a harsh roaring sound.
As soon as Mo Chen made a move, he had all his strength.
Obviously he knew that An Jing in front of him was a very strong opponent, and he did not look down upon him in the slightest.
An Jing reached into the sword box and directly pulled out the Dulu Sword from the sword box. The majestic zhenqi rushed directly towards the Dulu Sword. Suddenly, the Dulu Sword made a soft moan that stirred the whole sky.
Slash towards the sword energy in front.
The two of them went head-to-head and neither of them backed down.
boom!
The sword energy and the sword energy shook together, and the whole earth suddenly trembled violently. Mo Chen stepped back step by step, leaving deep marks on the ground with every step.
An Jing's body was like a rock, deeply rooted in the ground. His sense of heaven and man was also activated, and his breath soared in an instant.
Just as Mo Chen retreated, the torrent was extremely violent and continued to rush towards him, like a giant beast that seemed to swallow Mo Chen.
And when the soles of his feet left the thirteenth mark on the ground, Mo Chen's black eyes also burst out with cold light, and the lotus black knife in his hand clenched with five fingers slashed towards the torrent of air waves ahead.
Katcha! Katcha!
A raging sword light hit Hongliu in front of him, and the torrent of pure energy immediately burst open. With a bang, the torrent suddenly exploded and turned into debris of true energy all over the sky.
When everyone around them saw such a fierce battle between the two, they all flew back. Even the remaining waves could cause serious injuries to those present, which shows the domineering nature of the two men's fight.
"It's rude to come and not reciprocate!"
Mo Chen raised his hands, and saw that the torrent that had been drifting condensed again, and a large amount of zhenqi from around him also surged in. The overwhelming zhenqi kept squeezing and shrinking, and then roared crazily towards Anjing.
.
Whirring whirring!
An Jing's eyes narrowed. Through continuous squeezing, condensation, and contraction, this torrent of true energy became extremely pure. Its power was three points more powerful than ordinary true energy, and it was even mixed with dense sword lights.
It wasn't until the vitality roared in front of An Jing that he raised his arms, and then started dancing wildly.
Click, click, click!
Countless amounts of zhenqi were broken by An Jing's sword light, and then the squeezed zhenqi turned directly into a wisp of purple smoke and floated out towards the sky.
These zhenqi have been squeezed and mutated, and their power has been enhanced, but how strong is Anjing's zhenqi?
You must know that the "Anonymous Heart Sutra" practiced by An Jing can be called the number one mind method throughout the ages.
Mo Chen was shocked when he saw that his back move was broken by one move. A five-qi master who was just like him would be in a hurry, unlike An Jing who was so relaxed and comfortable.
Mo Chen turned the black lotus knife in his hand, and the black knife began to dance wildly.
boom!
It was as if a volcano suddenly exploded at this time, and a terrible energy rose into the sky. The sky became violent at this time, and countless energy was faintly condensed in the sky.
Mo Chen straightened his body, stepped on an ancient tree, and stood in the air. He looked down at An Jing below, with a cold smile on his lips. That kind of powerful infuriating pressure made many experts present.
Slight color change.
Is this the strength of the number one swordsman in Kushan?
Buzz!
Suddenly, a huge roar of swords was heard from the sky. Following the sound, I looked over and saw a huge black sword appearing in the sky and the earth.
What kind of sword technique is this!?
When they saw the black knife, everyone looked puzzled, and then another earth-shaking roar spread.
The black giant sword above the sky is getting bigger and bigger, which makes people feel terrified.
Before anyone could be confused, the sky suddenly turned dark as if it were covered by a black knife.
Suddenly, the sound of sword chants filled the sky, as if the sky was torn apart by the sound of sword chants.
Li Fu and Zhou Qing shouted: "Be careful of that sound."
Hearing Li Fuzhou's voice, Jia Meixian and Yang Chong used their inner strength to seal their ears to prevent them from being injured by the sound of the sword.
At the same time, the entire world seemed to be shaking crazily.
Black Lotus Divine Sword! The sound of the sword shakes the sky!
Mo Chen's eyes turned cold, and he slashed the black lotus sword in his hand forward. The huge black sword in the sky seemed to turn into substance, and he slashed towards An Jing crazily.
The black giant sword was mighty and powerful, carrying an indomitable and domineering air.
The next moment, Anjing was like a wisp of duckweed in a violent storm, swaying with the wind and rain.
From An Jing's child's hole, he saw a huge black knife approaching him. The overwhelming sound was approaching, and he had nowhere to escape.
With the Dulu Sword in An Jing's hand, the world suddenly froze, and then countless icy coldness emerged from the Dulu Sword, like thousands of arrows.
The black giant sword rushed at extremely fast speed, but the sword in An Jing's hand was as fast as a meteor, with fierce and boundless determination.
The Nameless Sword Sutra! There is no way of self!
That ray of sword light finally appeared from the blade of the Dulu Sword, as if the world suddenly turned dark, leaving only a sword light that raged toward the distance.
This sword is the best sword in the world, spit out by the Dulu Sword.
boom!
The moment the sword light slashed towards the black giant sword, it was like two huge volcanoes colliding, and the overwhelming waves of true energy surged towards the distance.
Kachacha! Kachacha!
Under Mo Chen's feet, the ground began to crack crazily, extending into the distance.
Wow!
Then Mo Chen could no longer contain the pain in his chest and spat out a blood arrow.
The moment a mouthful of red blood spurted out, Mo Chen's clothes suddenly turned into pieces. On his chest, there were horrific, bone-deep scars, completely displayed in front of everyone.
The skin and flesh were split open and glowing scarlet, which made people's heads tingle just looking at it.
powerful!
too strong!
At this moment, the ghost swordsman was fighting against the number one swordsman in Guishuang, showing his terrifying strength and completely overpowering all the masters present.
I originally thought that since there was not much difference in strength and cultivation between the two, it would be a normal fight, but it seemed that Mo Chen was no match for the Ghost Swordsman at all.
At this moment, many people felt a chill in their hearts. How many Five Qi masters had been killed by this sword?
"What a strong swordsman!"
When Liu Moyuan saw this, a look of shock appeared in his eyes.
The sword demon said solemnly: "The swordsmanship of this ghost swordsman is vast and elegant. His swordsmanship has reached the peak of the sixth realm, and his cultivation has reached the realm of five qi. It's terrible."
Originally, the ghost swordsman's immortal sword itself was superior to the holy sword. Originally, it was just because of his cultivation that limited him. Now his cultivation has reached the realm of the Five Qi Grandmaster. Although he has not reached the realm of land gods, it is not far behind.
Far.
Whether it's martial arts or Taoism, he has almost no shortcomings.
Such a swordsman can be said to be one of the most terrifying people in the world.
Compared to the Sword God and the Sword Demon, Chang Ning was even more shocked. He was very aware of Mo Chen's strength. Among the three five-qi masters in Guishuang, his strength was undoubtedly the first among the three, except for Wushu Palace.
Apart from the master, he is the undisputed number one master in Guishang.
Such a master showed signs of decline when facing the Ghost Swordsman.
What if it was himself?
Mo Chen's lotus black sword was stuck on the ground, and he was breathing heavily. If it weren't for the domineering sword technique he practiced, he might have been wiped out with just one blow.
Mo Chen clenched the hilt of the knife in his hand and looked at An Jing in front of him, with a strong fighting spirit in his eyes.
For a long time, because of An Jing's age, most of the masters he faced were higher than him in cultivation, ranging from at least one realm to as many as two realms. However, there are still very few five-qi duels like now.
An Jing's eyes gradually became cold and condensed, and then he pulled out the Suppressing Evil Sword from the sword box.
ever!
A black shadow rushed directly towards Mo Chen. Except for Mo Chen, no one could clearly see the figure coming towards him.
So fast!
Mo Chen subconsciously blocked forward, and suddenly a huge force came from his arm. If it were an ordinary person, he would have dropped the knife in his hand.
An Jing's face showed no expression, and the sword in his hand slashed towards Mo Chen in front of him again.
Clang!
Mo Chen tried his best to raise his sword again, and saw a violent hurricane appearing where the metal and iron collided, rushing towards the surroundings, and then Mo Chen's body floated out directly.
He is also a master of five qi, and he is also at the sixth level of swordsmanship and the sixth level of swordsmanship.
Mo Chen was completely suppressed by An Jing.
At this moment, Chang Ning, who was standing far away, felt his heart in his throat.
When Liu Xiang saw this, he couldn't help but send a message: "Uncle Chang, let's take advantage of this great opportunity and run away quickly."
"What did you say?"
Chang Ning raised his eyebrows and glared at Liu Xiang angrily, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes, "If I hear you say such things again, I will be the first to kill you."
Liu Xiang heard this and knew Chang Ning's character, so he didn't say anything anymore.
Chang Ning watched the battle between the two with concentration, ready to join the duel at any time to help Mo Chen deal with the Ghost Swordsman.
An Jing stepped forward, slid forward, and the sword in his hand was like an antelope hanging its horns. It suddenly shot out a rainbow of essence and stabbed directly towards Mo Chen's throat.
Mo Chen felt a strong storm ahead, and he involuntarily clenched the knife in his hand and placed it across his chest.
Sonorous!
The swords in the hands of the two men collided violently, and a brilliant spark exploded. Then Mo Chen's body floated out directly, leaving a long trace on the ground.
Katcha! Katcha!
The earth could not bear the violent fluctuations of true energy, and it began to break apart.
"Are we really going to use that secret technique?"
Mo Chen took a deep breath and suppressed the pain all over his body. From his tiger's mouth, blood slowly flowed from the handle to the ground.
Since his debut, the swordsman in front of him was definitely the strongest opponent he had ever encountered. The coldness of the sword's energy and the almost oppressive suffocation were something he had never encountered before.
An Jing saw Mo Chen rushing towards him, without any expression on his face, and swiped his sword towards Mo Chen.
Clang!
During this duel, Mo Chen felt that his hands were almost out of strength, and his body retreated several feet backwards. Several wild hurricanes were set off, and some nearby trees were uprooted.
Liu Moyuan sneered: "It's too strong. The Ghost Swordsman is really too strong."
The sword demon shook his head, "Mo Chen is no match for him at all. I thought he would be so powerful with his big words."
This sword duel was originally thought to be an unprecedented battle, and Mo Chen, the number one swordsman in Guishan, did show all his strength, but the ghost swordsman he faced was too strong, beyond expectations
Everyone’s expectations.
An Jing chased forward and slashed at Mo Chen with another sword.
From the beginning to the end, the best swordsman in the world did not put too much pressure on him and seemed to be at ease.
Clang!
Mo Chen managed to raise his sword and slashed at An Jing in front of him without any reservation. In an instant, a storm surged out of their swords.
Then, Mo Chen's body was like a broken paper kite, like a flying arrow, rushing towards the tea shed, and finally slid out an unknown distance and hit the hard mountain directly.
Pass!
The moment Mo Chen's body hit the mountain, he suddenly felt that all the bones in his body were scattered, as if his internal organs were shattered, and blood flowed out from his pores.
The sword duel has now decided the winner. Logically speaking, An Jing should be very excited, but at this moment, his brows are furrowed.
The sword demon whispered: "It seems that the ghost swordsman has won."
A sneer appeared on Chang Ning's lips, "That's not necessarily true."
"Um!??"
After hearing this, Liu Moyuan looked at the two dueling men again, especially his eyes focused more on Mo Chen.
Although Mo Chen was severely injured at this moment, his aura has not declined, and there is even a faint trend of rising.