Chapter 1075: Strength is the reason for being king
The two guns exchanged, and the sparks generated by the collision of the swords and guns splashed in the air, like dazzling fireworks, which made people unable to take their eyes away.
Yun Mo flicked his wrist, raised the back of the knife, and swung it down diagonally. The blade was slicing towards the opponent's throat, like an antelope hanging its horns, leaving no trace behind. The speed and power were truly stunning.
But the ghost-faced man saw through Yun Mo's movements. He closed his guns and blocked Yun Mo's blade.
The blade turned in mid-air, changing its trajectory, like a spiritual snake swimming around, and circled behind the ghost-faced man.
This is the subtlety of the Yan Mo Sword. Wherever the blade passes, space will make way for it, allowing Yun Mo to travel smoothly through space.
This knife is inevitable and must be carried forcefully.
The ghost-faced man gritted his teeth, and a layer of pale golden shield suddenly appeared on his body, as solid and tough as a rock.
There was a crisp sound of "clang", the blade and the shield collided together, the rock element stirred between the two, the shield persisted for a moment, and finally broke.
The Demonic Sword continued forward and pierced the ghost-faced man's waist, but no blood was seen gushing out, and the blade could not move any further, as if it was blocked by something.
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The ghost-faced man looked down at Yun Mo. A strange smile appeared on the face behind the evil ghost mask, like a cat catching a mouse.
"You lost, now it's my turn to take action." The ghost-faced man held the blade of Yan Mo Dao with one hand, and grabbed Yun Mo's neck with the other hand. His five fingers were as slender as claws and white.
The skin against the black clothes looks particularly abrupt, yet strangely beautiful.
"It's a little too early to say this." Yun Mo abandoned the Yama Sword, tapped the ground with his toes, and floated backwards, out of the control range of the Ghost-Faced Man, and distanced himself from him.
The ghost-faced man pulled out the Yama Sword inserted into his waist, but something strange happened. What spewed out from the blade was not bright red blood, but golden liquid. These liquids dripped into the air and turned into blossoms of golden color.
The lotus flower floats in the air and rotates slowly.
At this moment, the ghost-faced man was also covered in golden brilliance, and he exuded a strong coercion, just like Mount Tai pressing down on top, squeezing the surrounding space and twisting it, making people breathless.
"I've had enough of these complicated matters. Now let's use the most direct method to end this boring and tedious battle." The ghost-faced man discarded the short gun in his hand, made a fist with both hands, and smashed it towards Yun Mo.
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At this moment, the surrounding air condensed and rippled like water ripples, forming a shock wave that was difficult to discern with the naked eye.
"Then come." Yun Mo pulled off the cloak on his body, and it flew up with the wind, turning into black flames and burning. In the black flames, the illusion of the gods loomed, and there was a majestic and vast aura.
It surged out of his body and swept away.
Yun Mo formed a fist with his right hand and punched it out, facing the opponent's iron fist.
The fist broke through the air, carrying a terrifying air wave, like the roar of thousands of dragons, shaking the sky, and the sound was terrifying.
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The pale golden fist light and the jet black fist light collided together, making a loud noise, and an invisible force spread towards the surroundings. Circles of ripples swayed in the air, radiating towards the surroundings.
The duel at this moment was no longer the petty fight just now. The attacks from the two were almost beyond the endurance of the arena, and the protective shield set up for safety was shaken with countless cracks.
For a moment, the audience stood up in the auditorium, watching the battle nervously, holding their breaths one by one, not even daring to take a breath, for fear that after the shield was broken, they would suffer disaster.
Fortunately, there are dedicated personnel in the arena to maintain the protective shield. Even the shadows, Marta and Ying sitting nearby helped secretly, making the protective shield stable to this day.
But the battle below also intensified. The air was torn to pieces, forming waves in circles, spreading continuously. Wherever it passed, the floor was shaken into powder and dust was everywhere.
The ghost-faced man's body was slightly arched, his elbows suddenly bent downwards, his body suddenly fell forward, and his arms opened wide, as if he wanted to hug Yunmo.
This is a classic move in wrestling: pounce forward, use powerful force to knock down the enemy, overwhelm him, and then win in one fell swoop!
Yun Mo responded in the same old way. He bent slightly, jumped back suddenly, and avoided the ghost-faced man's lunges by kneeling three times. Then he raised his right leg and hit the ghost-faced man hard with a knee.
Human abdomen.
The force of this knee strike was so great that even the strong body of the Ghost Faced Man was kicked back two steps. Pain came from his abdomen, and a stream of heat poured into his chest along his abdomen.
Yun Mo took the opportunity to slide forward and picked up the Yan Mo Sword that fell on the ground.
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At that moment, the entire sky was covered in endless black flames, as if darkness had fallen, making people feel heart-stopping.
Yun Mo is about to end this duel without any suspense. The Ghost Faced Man is still a little weaker and cannot force him into a desperate situation, so it's time to end it.
"Destroy!" Yun Mo pronounced in a low voice. He raised the Yan Demon Sword in his hand high and pressed the blade downward. The black flames all over the sky actually gathered in the Yan Demon Sword and turned into a 100-foot-long line.
Black flames swept towards the ghost-faced man.
"No self, no form!" The ghost-faced man roared, and the golden light on his body suddenly surged, and a statue of a god appeared behind him. He closed his palms and slapped Pi Lian.
Two rays of light collided in mid-air, causing a loud bang, flames flying, and an explosion that was shocking.
Black smoke filled the air, covering everything.
Yun Mo's figure walked out of the thick smoke. He held a knife in one hand and his expression was calm. He was not hurt at all. On the contrary, the aura on his body became stronger.
"Strength is the reason for becoming a king. Go back and practice for another ten years." Yun Mo smiled lightly, looked at the ghost-faced man kneeling on one knee and said, "You are no match for me."
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