Chen Mo jumped into the air, and the feeling of the two swords returned to that lakeside. High in the sky beside the lake, underneath was the crystal clear lake water, and the hateful-looking man.
The picture flashed away, and the vision returned to reality. First, the opponent was not the master of the fourth realm, but a master of the third realm, but he could not perform the amazing attack at that time.
At this moment, it seemed that all the sounds around him had disappeared. Chen Mo only felt that he was surprisingly peaceful. He didn't know that he was like this from time to time at that time. Anyway, now Chen Mo just felt like he was in a quiet deep forest with only one path.
The trickling river was still roaring. Chen Mo wanted to be quiet. Even the intoxicating sound of the water was not allowed. Therefore, he wanted to cut off the water flow and let himself truly have peace.
The broken blade cut through the void, seemingly slowly and quickly, in one stroke.
This knife was not meant to take his life. It was to cut off his side. However, if this knife went down, it would cut off one of his arms without any resistance.
Mu Qi came back to his senses and looked at Chen Mo, whose pupils were constantly dilating, and the incoming blow. In his calmness, he felt great danger. His saber was still inserted into Chen Mo's abdomen, and he was in a half-kneeling position.
Let him have no time to dodge.
"No, I still have a knife!"
He still had a long sword in his hand. Chen Mo gave up on the long sword and did not exchange it for the handle to hold it. He could only use the blade as the handle, the sword horizontally in front of him, and the other hand also came over in a cross shape. Although
The hand knife can strike with a person's blade, but the sense of danger Chen Mo gave him at this time did not allow him to do such a thing. If the hand knife was really to be encountered, he could not guarantee that his hand knife could withstand it.
The knife falls.
With a "bang" sound, a huge pit appeared in the center of the two people. It was three feet wide in diameter and one person high in the center. People showed that they saw the pit suddenly appear, and then the gravel stirred up, and then the dust roared up.
, instantly submerging the two figures.
The scene fell silent. At this moment, everyone held their breath, and some people stood up, trying to see clearly the two figures in the dust.
The world became quiet, and the sound of running water beside Chen Mo's ears disappeared. This moment was so wonderful. He really wanted to lie down, close his eyes, and enjoy this moment.
"Huh~~"
The spring breeze blew by like a willow, and there was only a sparse sound of pebbles falling to the ground. The dust was also carried away by the spring breeze. Only the spectators downwind suffered, and they even smelled the smell of blood from the dust.
The figures of the two men appeared in everyone's sight again. The knife on Chen Mo's abdomen and the blade protruding from his back looked particularly dazzling to the superficial eyes. There were still mottled blood stains on the blade. Chen Mo held the broken knife in both hands.
The handle of the knife stood on the protection of Mucci's two-handed knife. The knife in front of the guard was still his own. It was originally used by him to deal with Mucci, but now it became his weapon to resist his own attack.
Chen Mo's two sword blades were in contact. Chen Mo was slashing from a standing position, and Mu Qi was kneeling to defend, but instead of kneeling on one knee before, he was now kneeling on both knees.
A moment after the two men appeared in the audience's field of vision at the same time, they both spat out a mouthful of blood on the ground, which soon seeped into the cracks in the ground beneath their feet.
After a mouthful of blood, Chen Mo gasped for air. He slowly took a big step back. At the same time, Mu Qi lowered his arms, raised his head with difficulty, and looked up at the person in front of him.
Chen Mo looked at each other. Chen Mo's eyes were still as deep as water in a well. Gu Bo was not surprised, while Mu Qi's eyes were red with anger and unwillingness.
Cough cough cough.
Mu Qi coughed out a few more mouthfuls of blood and said with difficulty: "It's not over yet!!"
Chen Mo put one hand on the handle of the knife in his abdomen, suddenly pulled it out, and once again held the two knives in his hands, standing in the sun.
Mu Qi's hand holding the knife has not yet let go, perhaps because he can no longer let go. The handle of the knife is stuck on the ground, and his body struggles to get up, but it only makes his body tremble and struggle.
Chen Mo took a small step forward, as if to declare to Mu Qi, look, I can still move.
"No, I can still fight. How could I fall here like this? Move!" Mucci growled.
Chen Mo took a small step forward. At this time, his knife could reach Mu Qi, but he still did not take action, as if to say: "Get up, we have fought before."
But the fact is that Chen Mo doesn't have much strength. He is slowly recovering his strength. As soon as he feels that he can do it, he will knock Mu Qi down completely with one blow.
"Ah!!" Mu Qi roared wildly. He finally burst out with his own strength and raised one foot, making him fall into a half-kneeling position again.
"Let me help you!"
Chen Mo's eyes turned cold and he took another step. At the same time, the knife that was pulled out from his abdomen also understood. Chen Mo used the most ordinary slash, slashing from the bottom left to the top right, and finally
Basic slashing attack.
A slash mark was carved out on Mu Qi's chest, and Mu Qi's entire body was lifted up by the slash, falling backwards and falling heavily onto the pitted slope.
Chen Mo took a step, which was bigger than the previous step, and came to the side of Mu Qi who was lying down. In Mu Qi's frightened eyes, the long knife inserted directly into the ground next to Mu Qi's head with a "clang" sound.
The head is only an inch away.
"You lost." Chen Mo said calmly.
"Impossible, I didn't lose, I didn't lose!!!" Mu Qi roared hysterically. He didn't believe that he still lost despite his strength in the third realm. Last time in the finals, his strength in the second realm was lost to a third realm.
, now it is only the semi-finals. He is already in the third level, but he lost to a person in the first level who can't even use Qi. How is this possible? He does not accept such a result. The first place in this matter is his own.
, it must also be your own.
But no matter how angry I was, the strength I had finally accumulated was lost with that one knife, and my body seemed to no longer belong to me.
"Impossible, impossible!!!"
Chen Mo looked at his ferocious face, raised his fist, and punched his face. In an instant, his ears were clear again.
After the punch, only Mu Qi, who was unrecognizable and had passed out, was left.
After not standing up for a long time, the referee shouted in a somewhat disbelieving voice: "Chen Mo, wins!"
Then there were tsunami-like exclamations. These sounds reached Chen Mo's ears, just like the water of the river that had been cut off before resumed flowing. The rushing sound was full of joy.
.....
With a "Gulu" sound, a member of the audience in the audience swallowed hard. Looking at Chen Mo's murderous figure, his whole body felt cold at this moment, because not long ago he wanted to forcefully buy a maid from this person. If not,
Because of the boss's obstruction at that time, I was afraid that I had realized the terror of this person before the people here.
"Rejoice, I saved a small life." The man's boss let out a heavy breath.
...
"This...his strength is too terrifying. Didn't he say he was in the first realm? He was lying."
“It’s true that people cannot be judged by their appearance, no, they cannot be judged by their age.”
The Five Heroes of Jiangbei sat together, completely shocked by this competition.
"You didn't get close to that little girl much before, so you missed the opportunity to make friends!!"
The faces of the three companions who did not play looked ugly. It was because the crowd around them was so excited that they were afraid of being skinned alive. If they did not stay away, they would be regarded as comrades, and they were all resentful. At that time, how did I know that this guy was so
fear.
.......
"Chen Mo won." Duanmu Qingqing sat back on her chair feebly and said feebly. "He really won."
"Little junior sister, don't be discouraged, you are doing very well." Several classmates saw their little junior sister being hit hard, and hurriedly came over to comfort them, for fear that the blow would be too severe and break her Taoist heart. She is a red demon.
The good seedlings of the pavilion can wither away if they are real.
"It's okay, I'm okay." Duanmu Qingqing waved her hands and said, knowing that her senior sisters were worried.
"Perhaps we need to have a good relationship with him." The senior sister said suddenly.
"Senior sister, our Red Demon Pavilion does not accept men. Do you want to make an exception for him? Even if you want to, those elders will not agree."
The senior sister smiled lightly and said nothing.
...
"His grandfather, he really won. How did this guy practice? Why don't we invite him back to the house for advice." Wu Kou looked at the figure still standing in the field and said with emotion.
"Don't say this, give me the money quickly." The companion named Di put his hand in front of the warrior and said with a smile.
"Okay, okay, ten cents soon." Wu Kou said impatiently.
"It's twelve."
"..."
...
"Master Ou, you have good eyesight. Did you know from the beginning that he would win? Otherwise, why would you have staked all your private money on it?"
"Hahahaha, this is called not being able to let go of the child and trap the wolf." The head of the District family happily stroked his swollen belly, very happy.
...
Amidst the cheers and praises of the people, Chen Mo bent down, holding the handle of the Tang Dao that he had bought for several taels of silver, and with a sharp pull, he pulled away the hand that was still holding on to him after he fainted.
Regardless of whether the blade would cut off his hand, he climbed out of the pit with difficulty and walked step by step towards Yan Yu who was already running towards him.
"What should I do? What should I do? You are really hurt." Yan Yu walked around Chen Mo, wanting to help but not daring, for fear of hurting him.
After returning to the sidelines, Yan Yu had prepared bottles and cloths. She knew that Chen Mokeng would definitely be injured in this game.
As soon as Chen Mo sat down, the man from the District family came over and said with some embarrassment: "There is still an hour before the finals, I don't know, little brother..."
"Can't you postpone the game to tomorrow? Look at him being so seriously injured. Does he still have any humanity?" Yan Yu said responsibly.
"This...the rules are like this and cannot be changed. They are like this every time. If the rules are broken, then the subsequent competitions will be chaotic." The man explained in a low voice.
Yan Yu wanted to curse a few words, but Chen Mo interrupted and said, "Okay, I will play when the time comes."
"Then I'll take my leave now."
Chen Mo looked at Yan Yu's resentful eyes and wanted to touch her face, but when he saw so much blood on his hands, he gave up and said: "There is still one step left, just one step. Don't worry, the hardest part is over. I will simply do it next round."
Knock the opponent down neatly and prevent him from touching me."