Two figures, one white and one blue, separated at the touch, each feeling the powerful power coming from the other's weapon.
Mo Li took half a step back and returned his right foot to its original position.
Zhuoyang stepped back with his right foot and stabilized his body.
That kind of power has nothing to do with Qi cultivation, it's just pure physical strength.
This blow was only half a step away from a narrow victory!
The bodies of demons are indeed very different from ordinary people!
Li Qiye's eyes became more serious.
This young man in front of me actually has such powerful power?
Zhuo Yang's eyes were filled with curiosity.
Holding the soul-chasing thorn in his hand as if holding a dagger, Mo Li stepped forward again. The soul-chasing thorn was already covered with a layer of white light. Zhuo Yang raised his sword to meet it, and the silver light overflowed from the sword.
Although he is slightly inferior in strength, his Qi level is better than that of Mo Li. In total, they are indeed on par.
A stab, a sword, suddenly divided and suddenly combined.
In the main seat of the stand, Mingyue's back became more and more tense, and his two palms were clasped in his sleeves. Of all the people present, he was the one who understood the dangers of this the most. Now, he was naturally ready for everything.
If Mo Li was in danger, he would immediately protect him without hesitation. As for the possible consequences, he didn't want to think about it now.
Mo Li's body spun like lightning, and the soul-chasing thorn in his right hand drew an afterimage in the air.
In the afterimage, the silver light is like lightning, intertwining continuously.
The figures of the two people have been completely wrapped together, and their speed has exceeded the visual limit of ordinary people. Looking from a distance, all they can see is a blue and white figure surrounded by silvery white light and shadow flashing around.
Only by truly being in it can we understand its dangers.
The two blades connected, making a clear and crisp sound, and then there was a sound like the explosion of air exploding at the joint of the sword. Under the strong infuriating resistance, the fine cedar wood used to build the high platform had already exploded to pieces.
In a moment, the two of them had passed more than a hundred moves.
After one blow, the two fell down again on both sides of the high platform.
In mid-air, a few silver hairs fell silently, and Zhuo Yang had a crack on his right sleeve.
This game is all about speed and reaction.
Mo Li glanced sideways at the few silver hairs hanging down from his forehead and smiled calmly.
"Good swordsmanship!"
The opponent's sword just now was closer to her body. This time, Zhuo Yang was slightly better.
"It's just the weapons that win!"
Zhuo Yang's tone was also very calm. He knew in his heart that the reason why he was able to beat her just now was because he used his sword.
As the saying goes, every inch longer is stronger. His sword is longer than her thorn, so he naturally has some advantages in weapons.
Offstage.
"Brother?!" Feng Nong said worriedly, "In your opinion, will Qingfeng win?!"
Feng Qi shook his head, "We are evenly matched, what happens next depends on luck and luck!"
Taiwan side.
Mingche sighed softly, "Could it be that we can't tie for first place and have to compete for one over the other?!"
The two are clearly on par with each other, and if they have to tell the difference, it will definitely be a fierce battle.
Mingyue stared at Mo Li's back not far away and asked softly, "Will the temple allow people in the world to have other beliefs?!"
Mingche didn't say anything, but he had some understanding in his heart.
On stage.
Li Li raised his fingers to comb the messy hair behind his ears. The smile on his lips faded away and became a bit chilly, "I hate it when people mess with my hair!"
Zhuo Yang glanced sideways at his cut sleeves, and his eyes turned serious, "I hate untidy clothes the most!"
The two looked at each other in the air, and each could see the murderous intent in the other's eyes.