Mozhu is the strongest swordsman in Kunlunxu sent by Qinglingzi. He is still young and has indeed learned all the swordsmanship of Kunlunxu and knows the meaning of the sword.
Mo Zhu's sword changes according to his heart, just like autumn water, his body follows the sword, and his spirit and sword are combined. Every move and every move he makes is squandering, moving like a wandering dragon, graceful like a flying giant, following the wind, but also floating and floating.
, like light clouds covering the moon, floating like snow dancing in the wind.
And the sword in his hand is not an ordinary weapon. It was Qing Lingzi who killed a snow beast in the Kunlun Mountains, took its essence and blood, and added it when refining the sword. This sword summons the water cold sword. Just wave the sword.
If you put it on your body, you can release the cold air and freeze everything, which is very suitable for black bamboo.
The other three people looked at each other, and Mu Qianqian smiled calmly.
"Junior Brother Eleven, since this man is using a sword again, go up and play with him."
Wang Xuan didn't speak, just nodded, then jumped up and appeared on the martial arts school field.
"My sword doesn't have eyes. If I accidentally hurt you, I hope you won't hold a grudge." Mo Zhu looked at Wang Xuan's ordinary appearance and thought that he would definitely win.
Faced with Mo Zhu's sarcasm, Wang Xuan ignored it, just stretched out his hand and conjured his own divine sword.
Mo Zhu looked at the sword in Wang Xuan's hand. Whether it was the aura or the appearance, it was very ordinary. There was nothing special about it. It looked like an ordinary weapon.
"Ha~" Mo Zhu chuckled lightly.
Just when Mo Zhu was disapproving, Wang Xuan jumped sideways and swung down the divine sword in his hand.
"Zira~"
There was a sound of lightning intertwining, and the sword energy containing the power of thunder and lightning was seen slashing down horizontally, heading straight towards Mo Zhu on the opposite side.
There were continuous thunders, and in just the blink of an eye, the sword energy struck in front of Mo Zhu.
Facing the oncoming sword energy, Mo Zhu was startled, took a step back, and swung his Shui Han sword horizontally. The sword wind was light and agile, directly resisting Wang Xuan's sword energy.
But it was obvious that Wang Xuan's sword power was stronger, directly breaking through Mo Zhu's sword energy and still hitting Mo Zhu directly.
Mo Zhu jumped into the air and dodged Wang Xuan's fierce sword energy.
Mo Zhu landed on the ground, still thinking about the blow just now.
The sword energy just now was so powerful that it could directly break through my Shuihan sword energy. What is the origin of this person?
Mo Zhu then quickly rushed towards Wang Xuan with his sword in hand, and got close to Wang Xuan for a sword fight.
"Qiang Qiang~"
The moment the two sword blades collided, the shadows of the swords rubbed against each other, the flames flashed, and the sword wind hurt the face. The wooden fence on one side was slashed with ferocious sword marks.
In a short time, the wooden piles and wooden fences around the martial arts school grounds were covered with sword marks.
"Hey, this guy can do it. He can actually fight against his junior brother's divine sword for so long." Chen Haoran, who was watching the battle, couldn't help but be a little surprised. You must know that the divine sword in Wang Xuan's hand directly blocked Bai Wuchen.
Mu Qianqian saw the situation on the field and said calmly: "Don't you see that junior brother has not used his full strength? And I guess that junior brother can make that person admit defeat even without using any method."
Chen Haoran thought about it and realized that this was a possibility.
Sure enough, as Mu Qianqian said, Wang Xuan fought effortlessly and didn't even take a breath. On the other hand, Mo Zhu on the opposite side, after slashing with Wang Xuan's Divine Sword many times, his right hand holding the Shuihan Sword was a little weak.
Tremor.
"Clang!"
Wang Xuan had no intention of continuing the fight with Mo Zhu, so he suddenly swung with all his strength.
The sharp sword erupted with green light, and the powerful sword power directly knocked away the Shui Han Sword in Mo Zhu's hand, which was already somewhat weak to hold.
"Qiang~"
The Shui Han Sword drew a beautiful arc in the air and plunged straight into the wood.
The sword in Wang Xuan's hand also stopped suddenly. One sword was no longer in his hand, and the other sword was already on the side of the opponent's neck.
Feeling the cold temperature coming from the sword blade on his neck, Mo Zhu could not help but stiffen.
"I...I lost." Mo Zhu lost his sword and was captured by Wang Xuan. If Wang Xuan had not shown mercy, he would not be standing here alive now.
Qing Lingzi, who was sitting on the higher level, looked at the situation on the field. The hand holding the chair could not help but tighten a little, and the emotions in his eyes were complicated.
Wang Xuan heard the answer he wanted from Mo Zhu's mouth. With a thought, the divine sword on Mo Zhu's neck suddenly disappeared.
Although Mo Zhu was not convinced, he was convinced that he had lost. Mo Zhu clenched his fists and bowed deeply to Wang Xuan to show that he was convinced that he had lost. Wang Xuan just nodded slightly.
"What's going on? Senior Brother Mo's sword is so powerful, how could he lose to him?"
"Yes, what is this man's background and how can he use a sword more powerful than Senior Brother Mo!"
The voices of Kunlunxu's disciples came and went, all discussing.
Mo Zhu lowered his head, lowered his eyes and walked downwards, while Wang Xuan also turned around and left, returning to Mu Qianqian and Chen Haoran.
In the second game, Kunlunxu on the opposite side sent the strongest magic cultivator, Xiuyuan, who received Mu Qianqian and the others yesterday.
Xiu Yuan came on stage, glanced at Mu Qianqian with a pair of cold eyes, and then looked away.
"Kunlunxu, Xiuyuan!"
"Fifth Senior Sister, are you going to go up or should I go up?" Chen Haoran crossed his arms and asked Mu Qianqian what he meant.
Mu Qianqian took one look at Xiu Yuan's small body and couldn't bear to do anything, so she turned her head away.
"Go ahead and be gentle."
"Okay."
Chen Haoran flew up and came to the field. Chen Haoran looked at Xiu Yuan with a smile and said loudly.
"Your Excellency is kind-hearted, don't worry I will be merciful."
"Arrogant person!" Xiu Yuan said coldly and disdainfully.
I saw Xiu Yuan directly moving his hands, suddenly taking action, and an illusory palm shape was directly released, aiming straight at Chen Haoran's chest and patting it.
Without any warning, he took action immediately. Chen Haoran was shocked.
But Chen Haoran was not an idle person. Seeing that Xiu Yuan had no martial ethics, he actually took action directly. Chen Haoran quickly circulated the majestic spiritual energy in his body, took two steps back, and punched the illusory palm shape hard.
A trace of spiritual energy spurted out from Chen Haoran's fist, directly breaking Xiu Yuan's palm.
"Bang!"
A powerful wave of air immediately spread to all directions.
Chen Haoran had no intention of wasting time and directly circulated the Qi in his body. While it was circulating, his own Xuanhuang Jue was also directly used, and the spiritual energy of his whole body penetrated to the tendons of Chen Haoran's feet.
"Whoosh~"
The usually extremely cold martial arts school ground was whipped up by gusts of wind as Chen Haoran's hands moved.
"Whoosh!"
Chen Haoran floated past like the wind and rushed straight to Xiu Yuan on the opposite side.
Xiu Yuan underestimated Chen Haoran's speed. His speed was so fast that Xiu Yuan could only see the afterimage. Before he could react, Chen Haoran stretched out two fingers and infused his whole body's spiritual energy into his fingertips. Chen Haoran thought of what Mu Qianqian had told him to do.
With a gentle start, he took back one finger.
The moment Chen Haoran passed by, his fingertips were pointed at Xiu Yuan's eyebrows, and a beam of light burst out. It was so powerful that in the blink of an eye, Xiu Yuan's face changed, his brows furrowed, and he covered his chest.
Chen Haoran stopped and the breath around him slowly dissipated.