Through the brief close combat just now, Zhuo Mufeng was surprised to find that, as he expected, although Ling Wuxie had understood Xiao Cheng's supreme martial arts and five-star swordsmanship with extremely high talent, his body skills were the same as his.
A big shortcoming.
After all, human energy and time are limited, and Ling Wuxie cannot be perfect.
Of course, being able to reach this level at the age of twenty-three has proven that this person is extremely talented, and given time, he will definitely be a peerless master.
The huge pressure rushed towards him with a sense of suffocation, swallowing up Zhuo Mufeng's energy and spirit in the night, but in his heart, there was also an indescribable fighting spirit and excitement.
The figure opposite was surrounded by purple energy. It was an insurmountable mountain. He knew that once he crossed it, he would undergo a spiritual transformation. Otherwise, he would be severely hit, not to mention unable to recover, but it would also have a negative impact on his mental growth.
Serious impact.
There are few opportunities for such a leap in a person's life. Heaven and hell are all in this battle!
Zhuo Mufeng's mood suddenly became very calm. The dark night, the dancing bonfire, and the crowd watching the battle all left him. In his eyes, there was only Ling Wuxie, the opponent he tried his best to defeat.
With a long roar, Zhuo Mufeng's sword emitted Sanskrit sounds, and the sword energy above his head evolved into a golden lamp that illuminated the vast sky. The golden lamp rotated, releasing endless hedgehog-like light. Each beam was so sharp that people dared not look straight at it.
Looking at it, the brilliant sword energy shocked all directions.
Just this sword made all the captains of guards, the masters of various sects in the South China Sea, and even Yue Mingxi change their expressions. It is hard to imagine that the Sanjiang Alliance could cultivate such geniuses.
It is said that Ling Wuxie's talents are rare, but Zhuo Mufeng enjoys less resources than Ling Wuxie, and he is still younger, but he has reached this level. Doesn't it prove that Zhuo Mufeng's talents are higher?
When this thought flooded into the minds of everyone present, many people's hearts twitched.
pound!
A bunch of thick purple swords smashed through the golden lantern. Ling Wuxie stretched out his hands, his body and the sword were in a straight line, parallel to the ground. The end of the purple sword was the tip of the sword.
Ling Wuxie's forward momentum suddenly stopped, and the powerful counterattack force made the void around him make a popping sound. The air swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, causing Zhuo Mufeng's sword below to dent.
From a distance, it looks like two huge bubbles impacting and merging with each other, both trying to completely crush each other.
It's a long story, but it was only for a moment. Ling Wuxie, who paused for a moment, used both arms to create an earth-shattering arc of purple light.
The two sides were only a few feet away from each other. As soon as the purple arc of light appeared, the sword energy attached to it had already penetrated Zhuo Mufeng's sword force. Thousands of sparks shot out from the friction, like fireworks blooming. The beauty contained the ultimate danger.
Zhuo Mufeng used his old tricks, quickly raised his strength, and once again used a golden Buddha lamp. With a rumbling explosion, the entire center of the venue was filled with golden sparks.
Ling Wuxie's internal strength was not inferior to that of Zhuo Mufeng. Thanks to the quality of his supreme martial arts, his frontal attack power was three points better than Zhuo Mufeng's. He also swung two swords in succession, forcing Zhuo Mufeng to retreat continuously.
During the confrontation, Ling Wuxie put his feet on the ground, waving a series of sword shadows with his right hand. From time to time, his left hand bent his fingers to flick the sword energy to block Zhuo Mufeng's retreat. Sometimes his legs also evolved sword energy, and the layers of attacks were connected one after another.
, like a stormy sea, not giving Zhuo Mufeng any chance to breathe.
This control of timing, the use of flaws, and the mastery of moves are all better than those of his peers. Even among the top experts on the Tianxing Ranking, not many people can match it. At most, they can only rely on absolute skills.
Strength wins.
Le Qian had forgotten to drink, his breathing was disordered, and he stared at the field, his expression tense to the limit. Facing Ling Wuxie's fierce attack, he was worried that Zhuo Mufeng would be defeated for the first time.
Wu Yuanyuan couldn't see the specific situation of the fight at all, but she knew that Zhuo Mufeng was at a disadvantage. Her face turned pale and she clenched her fingers tightly.
Yuchi Zhenzhen smiled and said to his daughter: "Have you seen it? There are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world. Your senior brother Zhuo has no opponent in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, but it does not mean that there is really no peer who can defeat him. The idea of being invincible in the world is just a joke. You put it
He thought too well."
If Zhuo Mufeng's defeat can make her daughter wake up and stop being obsessed with him, she hopes that Zhuo Mufeng's defeat will be as miserable as possible.
Qiu Rongshang was so nervous that she couldn't hear what her mother was saying, and she kept praying for Senior Brother Zhuo in her heart.
Seeing her unrepentant look, Yuchi Zhen was so angry that she snorted heavily and continued to look at the field.
Luluo was sitting in the other corner. She had a particularly complicated view of Zhuo Mufeng. She wished that the other party would be defeated, but when she remembered the other party's identity, she felt that her thoughts were sorry for Qing Shaliu.
It's a pity that no matter what, the situation is here, this bastard has finally encountered a powerful enemy, and may be at risk of defeat.
Yue Mingxi finally drank leisurely again, and his heart dropped. Ling Wuxie's control of the situation was amazing. Once he gained the upper hand, he would gradually eat away at his opponent's advantage. The boy named Zhuo had no chance.
Su Zhilan bit her red lips. No one paid attention to her, and it was difficult for her to hide her worried mood. The fragrant handkerchief in her hand was almost wrinkled.
The Eighth Prince, He Ping and others were inexplicably excited, feeling happy from top to bottom, as if they had seen Zhuo Mufeng's defeat.
Ling Wuxie's eyes were ruthless amidst the crashing sound of the swords. Not only did the continuous attacks not weaken him, but he became more and more courageous as he fought. Each move was so fast that it formed a phantom, without any mistakes or omissions. It was as precise as a fighting machine.
And when Zhuo Mufeng used the seven-color sword energy, Ling Wuxie was also calm and leisurely. The purple to black sword light hit the seven-color sword energy hard, still overwhelming by three points, forcing Zhuo Mufeng to sweat on his forehead, and started to panic.
The calmness in Zhuo Mufeng's heart was no longer the same. The strength of his opponent made his self-confidence shaken again. Among his peers, Ling Wuxie's grasp of the fighter plane almost matched that of Su Zhanxue.
But Su Zhanxue's strength is far inferior to that of Ling Wuxie. Once he fights against him, he will probably be defeated soon.
Mental exhaustion increased the burden on his body. Zhuo Mufeng tried his best to resist the sword light coming from all directions, and the soreness and numbness in his arms increased again and again. He was almost hit many times, but although he narrowly avoided it, his gown was cut.
There were a lot of cuts, and the skin inside felt a little bit of pain.
He tried his best to find the opponent's loopholes, but in such a rapid confrontation, the Dao Demon Seed could not be used, and it was impossible to reverse it with his qualifications.
"Zhuo Mufeng, you should be proud of being able to catch so many of my moves." Ling Wuxie said coldly, his attack not affected at all.
He had to admit that Zhuo Mufeng's performance exceeded his expectations and even forced him to use 90% of his power at one point. This kind of opponent is indeed rare in this world, but that's all.
From the day he became the Holy Son of Moko Cult, he told himself that he would never be defeated in this life. Along the way to now, countless heroes have been defeated by him, and Zhuo Mufeng is just the most difficult one.
But when he reaches the top in the future, looking back, this person will not be worth mentioning.
The Purple Nine Heavens was operating at full strength, and seven layers of purple energy appeared around Ling Wuxie, with the layers getting thicker and thicker as they entered. Zhuo Mufeng's sword energy hit it, and often could only penetrate to the sixth layer.
Bounced by the seventh layer.
On the other hand, Ling Wuxie's seven layers of purple energy made his offensive even stronger. With his sword moves, the night was cut to pieces. Zhuo Mufeng, who was surrounded, became more and more embarrassed, and he could barely hold on.
force.
"The winner has been decided. He is worthy of being the Holy Son of the Moko Sect. His talent and talents are truly worthy of being unparalleled in the world!" A great master from the South China Sea exclaimed, with a look of shock on his face.
.
Even with his fifty years of fame, he feels that he can only be 50-50 against Ling Wuxie at best.
And it wasn't just him. All the masters in the South China Sea looked at the incomparably brave Ling Wuxie and could not take their eyes away. They thought that Zhuo Mufeng was already the best in the world, but they didn't expect that a stronger one would appear today. He was so strong that he almost surpassed him.
Imagine, it is impossible to predict its future.
Qiu Rongshang covered her mouth, her heart clenching together.
Yuchi Zhenzhen on the side saw the opportunity and said: "Did you see it? In this world, there are many men who are better and more outstanding than Zhuo Mufeng. Chang'er, you were just temporarily confused by him."
"Senior Le..." Wu Yuanyuan looked at Zhuo Mufeng who kept retreating and was just trying to fight with the trapped beast. For some reason, her eyes were a little moist.
Le Qian sighed in a low voice: "Brother, my life is still very long. A temporary defeat is nothing." But he knew in his heart how difficult it is to accumulate invincible power. Today's battle can be regarded as Ling Wuxie's success.
There were cheers at the scene, but many Northern Qi courtiers saw that Ling Wuxie was about to win and couldn't help but cheer loudly.
Even the Emperor of Northern Qi had a white beard with his hand. Although he was afraid of the Moko religion, it did not prevent him from admiring the young talent Ling Wuxie.
Zhuo Mufeng fought harder and harder, and blood burst out from the tiger's mouth. If it were an ordinary person, under Ling Wuxie's powerful attack and the looks of others around him, he would have relaxed his will and collapsed thousands of miles away.
But in two lifetimes, Zhuo Mufeng has experienced many hardships and tests. How can the outcome of a contest crush him? The cheers around him not only did not knock him down, but instead strengthened his will.
He stood up to resist, and for some reason, he recalled in his mind the scene in the Purple Bamboo Courtyard of the Oriental Aristocratic Family, when he was pushed to the ground by the sword finger of the woman who looked like a snow lotus from the Tianshan Mountains.
The wisps of sword energy penetrated his body, but did not harm him at all. The scene of him piercing through six layers of purple energy and being repeatedly rebounded by the seventh layer of purple energy flashed back and forth in front of his eyes.
He seemed to have vaguely grasped something, what exactly was it?
The hard training on the island, the beating in Zizhuyuan, and the oppression at this moment... Zhuo Mufeng's unparalleled memory began to come into play, and he was repelled by Ling Wuxie again. As he staggered, his brain roared, and he suddenly remembered
Kite.
The reason why the kite flies high but cannot break free is all because it is tied to a silk thread. Dongfang Qianxue is able to pierce the boulder without displacing his sword energy, is it because of that invisible 'silk thread'?
It seems impossible to influence and manipulate a more powerful force with almost undetectable power fluctuations, but the two forces are essentially one, and it all depends on how the wielder uses it.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment. Amidst the cheers and exclamations from all around, Zhuo Mu felt blessed in his heart. Facing Ling Wuxie's most powerful sword that was sure to win, he raised his tear-stained sword upwards.
A little ray of light suddenly transforms into thousands of feet of cold air, like wind and storm, everywhere!