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Chapter 716: Crossing the Holy Son (Part 2)

Zhuo Mufeng was hesitant before, purely because of Qin Keqing. If Qin Keqing was out of danger, with his temper, how could he still care about Mo Ke?

Indeed, this may make the Moko Cult increase their murderous intent against him, but will the Moko Cult let him go if he compromises and bows his head?

Now that Barong and Fang Xiaodie have rescued Qin Keqing, it is the Moko Cult who should be afraid of him. With his qualifications and the incredible people standing behind him, as long as he does not die, the Moko Cult will not

What about the Sanjiang Alliance?

On the other hand, if he dies, the Moko Sect will no longer have the need to destroy the Sanjiang Alliance.

So at this moment, what was originally a complicated matter suddenly turned into a grudge between Zhuo Mufeng and the Moko Sect.

His suppressed anger, unwillingness and frustration all turned into an extremely high fighting spirit, and he wanted to fight here with all his strength and win at any cost!

Keng!

A sword cry resounded throughout the audience. As Zhuo Mufeng stepped forward, the sword intent surrounding him became stronger and stronger. Every moment, there seemed to be countless small swords shooting into the void, making harsh and continuous chi chi sounds.

Everyone present was heartbroken.

Looking at him, people seemed to see a peerless sword unsheathed, blooming with peerless edge.

Yuchi Zhen was really dumbfounded. She had to admit that this young man, apart from being a little carefree and amorous, was indeed one of the best in the world in terms of martial arts qualifications. However, at the age of twenty-one, he already had a faint sense of swordsmanship.

The style of a master.

Turning his head, he saw his daughter Qiu Rongshang biting her lower lip and staring at Zhuo Mufeng unblinkingly, with infinite worry in her expression. Yuchi Zhenzhen hummed: "It is said that the saint son of Mo Ke taught him unparalleled talent and practiced martial arts."

It will take longer, and your Senior Brother Zhuo is probably no match."

Qiu Rongshang's expression changed. She did not remain silent this time, but said stubbornly: "No, Senior Brother Zhuo has never been defeated among his peers since his debut. He is invincible in the world. He will never lose!"

As soon as these words came out, not to mention Yuchi Zhen who really wanted to laugh, even the other members of the Luoyan Sect and the masters of various sects in the South China Sea showed smiles one after another.

Is it true that the ignorant are fearless and invincible? I really dare to say that these four words are extremely taboo. After counting, I estimate that only Tu Juecheng would dare to use them.

Even though they understand that Qiu Rongshang means that Zhuo Mufeng is invincible among his peers, the world is so big that every mountain is as high as the next. Who dares to claim to be invincible, and who dares to claim to be invincible?

He Ping had lost face just now, and his face was still the color of pig liver. I don't know if it was a psychological effect. He always felt that others looked at him in weird ways, and he felt as annoyed as possible.

Unable to catch the troublemaker, he put all the blame on Zhuo Mufeng, feeling that if it weren't for the other party, he would not have been framed, so he stared at Zhuo Mufeng with hatred and jealousy, cursing him for his complete defeat.

The corners of Ling Wuxie's lips curled up slightly. He had not fought against his peers for a long time because there was no one to match him. Those who were called geniuses in the Moko Sect were not his enemies at all.

At first glance, seeing Zhuo Mufeng's awe-inspiring aura, and indeed he seemed to have some skills, Ling Wuxie's heart was filled with curiosity more than the desire to fight, so he felt fresh and said: "I hope you live up to your reputation."

He also walked to the field. His burly and tall figure was more than two inches taller than Zhuo Mufeng. The night wind blew, and his aura became stronger with every step he took.

At the end, the two sword energies in the field collided with each other. Under the surrounding firelight, the night sky between the two people twisted violently like rags, and holes appeared on the ground vertically below. It seemed that

Extremely terrifying.

Several guardsmen all looked shocked. Ling Wuxie had opened their eyes. Now it seems that Zhuo Mufeng is worthy of his name. Are all the young people of today already so scary?

Yue Mingxi slowly sat down, his face very gloomy.

The troublemaker disrupted his overall plan, and he was even more angry that Zhuo Mufeng dared to ignore him. However, he had confidence in Ling Wuxie's strength and believed that the other party would definitely win.

The atmosphere at the venue suddenly became quiet and solid, with the only sound being the wind.

The Dao Demon Seed reached its limit, and Zhuo Mufeng immediately discovered that he could not sense Ling Wuxie's fluctuations. This meant that he could not rely on the fluctuations to peek into the opponent's flaws, and one of his major advantages was gone.

Zhuo Mufeng's face became a little more solemn, and he held the hilt of the sword with his right hand.

Ling Wuxie on the opposite side still maintains the original stance. It seems to be full of loopholes, but in fact it contains a variety of subsequent changes.

Gradually, Zhuo Mufeng found that his sword force was pushed away by the opponent, and a layer of lavender internal energy enveloped Ling Wuxie, and even the opponent's aura was blurred and became undetectable.

"Purple Nine Heavens!" Le Qian muttered in a low voice and tightened his hand on the gourd.

Wu Yuanyuan asked anxiously: "Is this martial arts very powerful?" Moko Sect has always been mysterious, and she has only heard of the name of this supreme martial arts.

Le Qian said solemnly: "It can no longer be described as powerful, but terrifying. It is said that a genius who has practiced the seventh level is a small success, but at this stage, it is enough for people to roam the world. But the specific characteristics of this martial arts, I also

Not sure."

Hearing what he said, Wu Yuanyuan became even more nervous and twisted her hands together.

Although Su Zhilan in the distance tried her best to hide it, worry flashed in her eyes, and she could only look at Zhuo Mufeng in the field.

During the long confrontation, Zhuo Mufeng's sword power was gradually suppressed by Ling Wuxie. At this time, the difference in martial arts was reflected. The perfect Dao Heart Demon Planting Technique could only withstand Xiao Cheng's supreme martial arts.

I want to learn, but I can’t stand the long-term consumption.

If he continues, Zhuo Mufeng will be completely at a disadvantage. This is the first time that he has lost to his peers in terms of momentum. Holding the hilt of the sword with five fingers, with a white light, the tear-stained sword on Zhuo Mufeng's waist was unsheathed.

The strength that had been accumulated for a long time found an outlet and turned into a ten-foot-long vertical sword light, which seemed to divide the night into two halves, causing a cry of exclamation to be heard from the scene.

Ling Wuxie did not draw his sword, but stretched out his left arm, flicked his fingers, and the purple energy around him turned into a bunch of purple swords, which he thrust out against the vertical sword light.

pound!

In the deafening sound, the two sword energies shattered at the same time, intertwined and spread into a whirlwind, instantly causing sand and rocks to fly around the two of them. However, the sand and stones were shattered by the sword energy and turned into dust. The scene looked extremely spectacular.

In the sand and dust, a burst of Sanskrit singing resounded through the sky. Zhuo Mufeng held the sword in both hands, and endless slender rays of light stabbed Ling Wuxie from all directions.

It is the first form of Bodhidharma's Divine Sword, where the Buddha's light first appears. Driven by Zhuo Mufeng's ten successful powers, each ray of light contains immeasurable sword energy, which is enough to penetrate gold and crack stones, and its lethality is shocking to the world.

Tsk tsk tsk...

The sand dust was pierced by the sword energy for the first time, and it looked like a glowing giant egg from a distance. The sword energy extended to several feet and then froze in mid-air without affecting others. The masters at the scene were greatly impressed by this control.

be surprised.

Ling Wuxie finally changed his color. Faced with Zhuo Mufeng who was exerting all his strength, Ling Wuxie moved faster than he knew. He stretched out his hand and drew his sword. The sword energy was like a rainbow. All the purple energy around it condensed on the sword body, and he slashed forward with his strike.

Like an icicle being crushed, wherever the purple sword energy passed, the sword energy belonging to Zhuo Mufeng immediately collapsed. It did not stabilize until it was close to Zhuo Mufeng's three feet.

The two strands of sword energy were stagnant, and they were each forced towards the opposite side, so that the surrounding sand and dust exploded with a bang, turning into strong winds and blowing the clothes and hair of the people on both sides nearby. Some of the lighter ones were almost blown away, frightened.

Gotta scream.

Zhuo Mufeng ignored Yu Ling Wuxie's power and charged forward with his sword, intending to engage him in close combat. He was not intimidated by the opponent's name and always firmly believed that the opponent was still a human being no matter how strong he was.

He, Zhuo Mufeng, relied on Quanwu Divine Palace and cheated all the way to get where he is today. No matter how talented Ling Wuxie is, can he still be proficient in everything? Impossible.

Yue Mingxi paused while drinking, a little shocked by Zhuo Mufeng's boldness and momentum, and had a slightly bad premonition in his heart.

The long sword was stroked, and Zhuo Mufeng was still halfway, and another golden-topped Buddhist lantern was released, evolving into a Buddhist brilliance. Ling Wuxie snorted coldly, tilted the long sword, and also did not retreat but advanced.

, cut away the incoming sword energy.

clang!

The two swords touched each other without any fuss, and the power passed through the sword body and surged towards the opponent. Zhuo Mufeng's arms were numb, and the tear-stained sword almost flew out of his hands. You can imagine the horror in his heart.

He has experienced hundreds of battles, but no one has ever brought him such great pressure as Ling Wuxie. Zhuo Mufeng's movements couldn't help but slow down for half a beat, revealing a huge flaw.

But Ling Wuxie didn't take the opportunity to take action. Zhuo Mufeng looked at the other party's slightly trembling hands and understood in his heart that it wasn't that the other party didn't want to, but that he couldn't.

His self-confidence regained a bit, and as he laughed loudly, he slid the long sword against the opponent's blade, used the hilt as an axis to rotate, and the blade slashed towards Ling Wuxie's neck, all in one movement, as fast as lightning.

However, Ling Wuxie was not a vegetarian. He immediately fell backwards, twisted his wrist slightly, and actually held Zhuo Mufeng's long sword in his hand. The tip of the sword drew a tricky arc and was pointed directly at Zhuo Mufeng's sword.

Chest.

It wasn't over yet, he raised his right leg at the same time, and actually used his foot to emit sword energy. At such a close distance, Zhuo Mufeng really lost sight of one thing and the other, losing control up and down.

Several shouts came from the Nanhai camp, full of disbelief. Even Le Qian's heart was lifted, almost thinking that Zhuo Mufeng was going to lose.

At the critical moment, Zhuo Mufeng kicked out his left leg and also developed sword energy. He ignored the sword tip stabbing towards his chest, and the tear-stained sword quickly changed direction, changing from a horizontal cut to a straight slash, like a stream of light falling towards Ling Wuxie's throat.

.

This is actually the way to perish together!

In the blink of an eye, Ling Wuxie had to switch from offense to defense. With a clang, the two of them were shocked by each other at the same time. They took a few steps back. When they looked at each other again, their expressions were as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Yue Mingxi's face turned dark. If Fan Zhuo Mufeng had hesitated just a moment in that move, Ling Wuxie must have gained the advantage.

But in such a short situation, Zhuo Mufeng was still able to make a quick judgment and execute it quickly. This made Yue Mingxi realize that Zhuo Mufeng's true strength, even more than the rumors, was the most important thing in Ling Wuxie's life.

enemy!


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