Cold sweat immediately hit Mo Tian's back. He turned the sword with all his strength, and the sword rainbow wrapped around him again, stabbing backwards with Daoyun's sword energy, pointing directly at Lu Yuan.
Such a quick movement, even Du Heng almost didn't see it clearly.
In just a blink of an eye, the Qinghong Sword arrived in front of Lu Yuan, and the sharp sword energy rushed towards him, killing Lu Yuan in the next second.
Mo Tian grasped the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, and there was a bit of fanaticism in his eyes.
Lu Yuan, die!
"Ding!--"
A slight sword sound sounded, and Mo Tian's stabbing sword could not get any closer.
When Qinghong reached the front door, Lu Yuan stretched out his left hand and gently clamped the blade of the sword with two fingers, completely blocking Qinghong Sword from making any further progress.
The sword rainbow that filled the sky arrived in the blink of an eye, and Lu Yuan shook the sword in his right hand.
"Buzz!——"
The dull sword shock spread out, completely wiping out the sword rainbow aura that contained the meaning of the great road.
"Mo Tian, do you really think you can defeat this Holy Son with this broken sword?"
There was a sarcastic smile on Lu Yuan's lips, "A waste is still a waste even if he holds a divine weapon."
A huge aura emitted from Lu Yuan's body, and the coldness that belonged to the Evil-Breaking Sword followed the sword. Frost instantly filled the entire sword body. Mo Tian wanted to draw the sword and leave, but found that the Qinghong Sword was firmly shackled by Lu Yuan.
He couldn't pull away at all, and the icy cold air gradually spread towards the hilt of the sword.
Yan Zhuo's urgent voice sounded in Mo Tian's ears, "Boy Tian, abandon the Qinghong Sword and let's go!"
Mo Tian made a quick decision, released the Qinghong Sword, and walked away. With just one step, he was several miles away.
Mo Tian stepped into the air and stood up, concentrating his fingers, "Lu Yuan, the Qinghong Sword is mine!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Qinghong Sword emitted a white light, a powerful aura burst out, and the entire sword body vibrated violently, as if it was struggling with Lu Yuan's restraints.
"Yeah?"
Lu Yuan raised his eyes and lowered his head. A strong force gathered in Lu Yuan's hand, and he shook his fingers fiercely.
There was only a bang, and the Qinghong Sword was instantly shattered.
In the sky, the light of the Qinghong Sword dissipated instantly, and its sword body was shattered into countless fragments, falling downwards.
Mo Tian's face turned pale, and he stared at the fragments falling to the ground in disbelief.
This is a supreme weapon!
Although the sword body was repaired and not equal to the original sword body, no one should be able to damage it in the slightest under the delusional state.
Lu Yuan was actually shattered?!
Does he really only have the imperial realm?!
"Be careful, boy!"
Mo Tian suddenly came back to his senses and looked up, only to see a three-foot-long knife coming down horizontally and hitting Mo Tian's shoulder.
Severe sharp pain came from the shoulder, and powerful pressure also came in an instant.
Mo Tian's entire body lost control in an instant, and he fell hard to the ground as the sword slashed down.
"boom!--"
The huge sound raised a cloud of dust, completely covering Mo Tian.
But the endless pressure was still imposed on him, making him unable to move.
Lu Yuan tapped his index finger slightly, and the power of the evil-breaking knife pressing on Mo Tian's arm increased again.
"puff!--"
Mo Tian vomited a mouthful of blood, and the coldness swept through his body. He even lost the feeling in his hands and feet.
He, Mo Tian, once again fell in front of Lu Yuan like a lost dog...
Why?!
Even Qinghong Sword recognizes me as its master! Why can’t I defeat Lu Yuan?!
You can't even hurt him?!
Why?!
Scarlet red filled Mo Tian's eyes,
A wave of unwillingness and resentment rose from the bottom of his heart and spread throughout his chest.
Could it be...that I'm really not as good as him?!
"Boy, don't think about anything else, keep your mind, let's escape first!"
Yan Zhuoyan couldn't tell Mo Tian's state of mind at this time, so he hurriedly called Mo Tian.
Mo Tian was suppressed on the ground, staring at Lu Yuan in the sky. He was so full of anger that he could not hear a single sound from Yan Zhuo.
Lu Yuan raised his hand and the evil-breaking knife was withdrawn, and the power dissipated in an instant.
He also saw Mo Tian's reluctance at this time, but Mo Tian's luck value has not decreased yet, which means that this kid has not given up yet.
Then I'll say a few more words to encourage this kid to go all out, and then I'll defeat him, rub his energy hard, and let him know what despair is!
Lu Yuan looked down at Mo Tian, as if he were looking at an inconspicuous ant, "Mo Tian, the way of heaven is natural. Everyone has their own destiny. The ant is your destiny! All you have to do is accept your fate!"
Mo Tian stood up in response to the situation, his blood-like eyes widened and expanded, and the aura around him became heavy. His angry eyes stared at Lu Yuan from bottom to top, like a giant tiger crawling on the ground in adversity.
"I don't believe in any fate or destiny!"
"I don't accept fate, I only recognize the sword in my own hand!"
Mo Tian clenched his hands and shouted angrily, "Qinghong Sword, come back to me!"
"Buzz!——"
A soft chirping sound sounded from the ground, and the hilt of the Qinghong Sword vibrated slightly. The surrounding fragments gathered together under Mo Tian's angry shout, and were put together again, returning to their previous appearance.
"Qinghong Sword, return!"
Following Mo Tian's soft drink, a ray of white light flashed from the Qinghong Sword, and with a whoosh, the Qinghong Sword flew back to Mo Tian's hand at high speed.
Mo Tian held the sword in both hands, mobilized the spiritual energy in his body, and poured it into the Qinghong Sword. Waves of strong wind blew around him, sweeping everything around him. The debris of the Qinghong Tower was picked up by the strong wind and crushed into pieces.
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The heavy pupils behind Mo Tian also began to tear and blur, and instead, red auras continued to be transported towards the Qinghong Sword after standing up.
Lu Yuan narrowed his eyes, and the evil-breaking knife in his hand was gradually gathering energy.
Du Heng and Cao Hong below stared at the two of them for a moment. Seeing Mo Tian like this, they both frowned.
It seems that Mo Tian is ready to make a desperate move, even using all the power of Chongtong!
This blow must not be taken lightly!
Cao Hong was worried about whether Lu Yuan would be injured by this blow, but Lu Yuan did not allow him to take action. He had to mobilize all his cultivation to watch the battle. If the battle situation changed, he would take action at any time.
And Du Heng is also worried. If Lu Yuan loses under this attack, it will be difficult for Tianyan Palace to gain a foothold in the north in the future. If Mo Tian loses, the people Tianyan Palace spent a lot of money to train will not be able to gain a foothold in the north.
It's so useless...
In the sky, the Qinghong Sword in Mo Tian's hand was wrapped with streaks of red sword aura. This sword aura had a hint of killing intent, "Lu Yuan, die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Tian stepped forward with his sword and slashed away fiercely. A sword energy soaring into the sky flew towards Lu Yuan.
"Puff puff!--"
The huge explosion of air resounded throughout the sky. If you look closely, you can see that even the void was distorted by the explosion of air.
The evil-breaking knife in Lu Yuan's hand was trembling, as if he was very excited about the coming blow.
The sword energy swung and slashed, arriving in an instant.
Lu Yuan slowly raised his knife, and a light blue halo appeared on the blade of the evil-breaking knife. The temperature also dropped a lot at this moment.
"Click!
Click! Click!——"
With Lu Yuan as the center, the air within a few meters of it actually began to condense. After a moment, a shield was formed, wrapping Lu Yuan within it.
"boom!--"
Qinghong's sword energy slashed onto the shield, countless ice fragments were chopped off, and the forward speed of the sword energy was reduced a lot.
"Heh... Lu Yuan, it's not just a few thin layers of ice that want to block my Qinghong Sword Qi?!"
Mo Tian raised his sword and slashed again, and a sword energy struck again. An instant later, the sword energy behind hit the sword energy in front, and the two merged into one and continued to move forward.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!——"
The sound of breaking ice continued to sound, and the sword energy advanced with a slash, and it was about to strike in front of Lu Yuan.
"boom!--"
The ice shield was finally completely broken, and the sword energy without any hindrance rushed forward.
Mo Tianzao, who was wielding the two swords with all his strength, had no strength left. He could only drag the Qinghong Sword, staring at Lu Yuan, and kept chanting, "Qinghong Sword, kill him! Kill him!"
Lu Yuan held the sword in front of him, his hands shook, "Destroying the evil sword, knot!"
"Click! Click! Click!——"
Ice blocks continued to condense on the sword energy that swept forward, and its speed also continued to weaken. Before the sword energy swept towards the door in front of Lu Yuan, it was completely frozen and stood horizontally in the sky.
Lu Yuan stretched out his finger and flicked it.
"Bang!——"
The huge ice block instantly turned into broken ice and fell down. The sword energy also split into pieces along with the ice block and fell to the ground.
Mo Tian's face instantly turned pale.
How can this be?!
This is impossible!
This is his biggest killer move, how could it be broken so easily?!
[System prompt: Mo Tian, the son of luck, is mentally damaged, his luck value is reduced by 500, and the host villain’s luck value is increased by 1,000!]
[Current villain’s luck value: 2300!]
Lu Yuan stood upright, holding the knife, and looked intently at the systematic mark appearing on Mo Tian's head.
[Mo Tian, the son of luck, remaining luck value: 1500! (cannot be killed)]
Ah......
Lu Yuan looked at the dejected Mo Tian not far away with contempt, "Mo Tian, you are just a salted fish. Even if you try your best to stand up, you are still a salted fish."
"Stop struggling, this is your life!"
Mo Tian stood with his sword in hand. Listening to Lu Yuan's sarcastic words, his body was trembling slightly, and something seemed to be gradually collapsing in his heart.
Yan Zhuo noticed something was wrong with Mo Tian and immediately said: "Boy Tian! Don't think about anything, just give your body to me!"
Mo Tian closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, his whole aura changed.
A pair of calm eyes appeared in front of Lu Yuan again.
"Hey, senior, are you on the number?"
Lu Yuan had a faint smile on his lips. He looked harmless, but the sharp light of the sword in his hand reminded him that Lu Yuan had just used this sword to defeat Mo Tian miserably.
"Shengzi Lu, you are fine."
Yan Zhuo greeted him calmly, but he was making calculations in his heart.
Even though Yan Zhuo was sure to take Mo Tian away from here, looking at Mo Tian's appearance just now, it was clear that Lu Yuan had become Mo Tian's inner demon. If he left so easily, Mo Tian was afraid that he would be everywhere when he was practicing.
If you are blocked, it will be difficult to continue to improve yourself!
But if you want to kill Lu Yuan...
Yan Zhuo's eyes paused and fell on Cao Hong.
How could he easily kill Lu Yuan when he had a guard with a level of cultivation at the Delusion God Realm by his side?