Chapter seven hundred and eighteen worthy of the myth
In the eyes of everyone, Ling Wuxie used a huge wave-like offensive to create a fatal flaw in Zhuo Mufeng. He did not miss this opportunity, raised his skill to the extreme, and shot a vast purple sword towards Zhuo Mufeng, indicating that
The end of this war of geniuses.
Yue Mingxi felt happy and even thought about how to get rid of Zhuo Mufeng to prevent what he had done from being exposed.
at this time--
An unusual, hurricane-like sword energy suddenly burst out from the Tears Sword. It was not shocking at first, but in the blink of an eye, it suddenly grew to several feet long.
As soon as the purple sword energy hit it, it was immediately split into two by the hurricane sword energy, directly cut into two halves, and attacked both sides of Zhuo Mufeng, causing the earth and rocks to break apart. The hurricane sword energy was also constantly consumed, but in the end
There is still a small half of the power remaining, and the speed is almost undiminished, fleeting in the night sky.
Ling Wuxie's pupils shrank sharply, and at the critical moment, he quickly retreated, holding the three-star sword in front of him, and shook his arm.
clang!
His right arm went numb, and Ling Wuxie retreated uncontrollably. The tiger's mouth burst open on the spot. His five fingers tightly grasped the hilt of the sword to prevent it from flying out. Under the violent friction, the skin of his five fingers was torn and dripping with blood.
, even a small stubble of bones was exposed.
Deng Deng Deng.
Ling Wuxie took more than ten steps back before he could stand still. Then he looked at Zhuo Mufeng, who was facing Yue Zhiyuanting, with a ghostly look in his eyes.
"What?"
"Rolling storm, perfect curling storm!"
"How can this be?"
Screams came one after another, resounding around the venue, but were immediately drowned out by a sharp whistling sound. It was caused by Zhuo Mufeng's sword energy piercing the air, and the sound did not burst out until this moment.
The entire venue was like a huge stone dropped from a flat lake. The whistling sound continued to echo in everyone's ears. The bonfire kept extending outwards, and everyone seemed to be afraid of the power of this sword.
Yue Mingxi was dumbfounded.
Yuchi Zhen was really dumbfounded.
Leqian was dumbfounded.
The Eighth Prince and He Ping were dumbfounded.
Everyone was dumbfounded and couldn't believe what was happening.
In just a short moment, when Ling Wuxie was about to win, Zhuo Mufeng suddenly made a killing move and reversed the situation in an instant.
As the saying goes, laymen only watch the excitement, while experts watch the door. The courtiers were most shocked by Zhuo Mufeng's methods. But for the martial arts masters present, the shock in their hearts was multiplied ten times.
Of the five major dynasties in the world, there are definitely no more than 150 people who have understood the Perfect Wind Storm. These people are almost among the top 150 masters in the world, and the youngest ones are over forty years old.
He can be called a dragon among men.
But tonight, a man who was only twenty-one years old used the Perfect Volume Storm. The impact this had on the masters present could not be described in words.
Tu Juecheng's realization of the Perfect Storm at the age of eighteen has long become a martial arts myth. It is unprecedented and cannot be copied. Future generations will never dare to dream that anyone can break this record, nor can it even come close.
But at this moment, people truly realized for the first time that the myth was so close to them. If it were not for Tu Juecheng's pearls in front of them, Zhuo Mufeng's sword would be worthy of the word myth.
Looking at any place and any era, realizing the storm of perfection at the age of twenty-one is already qualified to be passed down as a myth.
"Ling Wuxie, you can take my sword without being seriously injured. You are worthy of being the holy son of the Moko Sect."
Under the spotlight, Zhuo Mufeng was full of pride. Thinking of the scene just now, he was almost on the verge of defeat. This was a completely new experience for him, and he still feels a little scared.
Ling Wuxie's face turned ugly. Just now, he said that Zhuo Mufeng was proud of being able to take on so many of his moves. Now, the other party turned around and said this back to him. It was nothing more than a slap in the face.
Yue Mingxi's face was ashen. He realized that something was wrong and was about to speak, but Zhuo Mufeng didn't give him a chance and rushed directly towards Ling Wuxie. He waved his long sword and another ball of hurricane sword energy burst out.
Ling Wuxie had a high self-esteem and could not accept the reality that he was inferior to others, so he faced him resolutely, surrounded by seven layers of purple energy, which turned into the pinnacle sword that he has survived to this day.
Bang!
The sky trembled, and the hissing wind directly extinguished a large bonfire a hundred meters away, causing the light at the scene to dim, making the atmosphere even more tense and exciting.
The two figures shot from the ground to mid-air, and then fell back to the ground from mid-air, leaving behind traces of distant and close combat along the way.
Ling Wuxie is truly extremely powerful. The seven layers of purple energy give him a defense that is difficult for his peers to break. His attack power is unique and can tear apart any resistance of his opponent.
Unfortunately, he met Zhuo Mufeng. With the support of the Perfect Volume Storm, Zhuo Mufeng waved with all his strength, and a brilliant seven-color storm roared across, dyeing the entire scene extremely bright.
The first six layers of purple energy were broken on the spot, and the seventh layer of purple energy struggled to withstand it for a moment, but finally cracks opened. Ling Wuxie continued to input internal force, but the speed was not as fast as the destruction of the sword energy.
There was a crisp sound——
The last burst of purple energy shattered, and Ling Wuxie hurriedly blocked it with his sword. However, under the huge impact, the long sword in his hand flew out directly. The person also retreated like an arrow from the string. Still in mid-air, he opened his mouth and spat out a stream of energy.
A bloody mist.
When he landed on the ground, Ling Wuxie's body swayed a few times, almost losing his balance, and his bun was messy.
His breathing was disordered, his breath was weak, he was obviously seriously injured, and he had no weapons in his hands. Facing Zhuo Mufeng, who had only consumed part of his internal energy, any fool knew who would win and who would lose in this battle.
Ling Wuxie's expression was stern. Although he was injured, he was still like a cheetah ready to attack, and his whole body was filled with an aura of unwillingness to admit defeat.
However, Zhuo Mufeng had sheathed his sword, cupped his hand towards the Northern Qi Emperor, turned around and walked back. The eyes of everyone in the audience followed him, leaving Ling Wuxie full of frustration and embarrassment.
Yue Mingxi almost shattered his steel teeth. He made up his mind that if Zhuo Mufeng refused to give up, he would have an excuse to intervene in this battle, and even make a serious attack secretly. But he didn't expect that boy to be so cunning. In such a good situation, he would actually
Know how to accept things when they are good.
At this time, the eyes of the masters of the South China Sea, even the Emperor of Northern Qi, and the courtiers of Northern Qi also changed when they looked at Zhuo Mufeng. This was by no means just a young master. His calm mind and judgment of the situation were by no means inferior to that of a young master.
Laojianghu.
The eyes of the young girls at the scene seemed to be attracted by a magnet. The strong and upright figure of the young man in white was deeply imprinted in their minds and hearts that night.
Even after many years, when they think back to this night, they can still vaguely recall the heart-thumping feeling at that moment. It was the most perfect memory of a young girl in love with a heroic hero.
Su Zhilan smiled softly, with endless tenderness and pride in her beautiful eyes. She picked up the wine glass and took a deep drink, feeling extremely comfortable and happy. The little peach leaf beside her was also inexplicably proud, and the smile on her face never broke.
"Senior Brother Zhuo is indeed the best, invincible among his peers!" Qiu Rongshang's clenched heart finally relaxed, and a look of joy from the bottom of her heart appeared on her pretty face.
Yuchi Zhen on the side opened her mouth, feeling embarrassed as much as she wanted. Just now she tried her best to slander Zhuo Mufeng in front of her daughter, but in the blink of an eye, her face was almost swollen from being slapped.
Yuchi Zhen was really depressed and had nowhere to go. When she looked at Zhuo Mufeng, she found that her dislike for him had faded a lot. It was hard for people to hate such an outstanding young man.
He Ping's face was filled with resentment and he could only keep pouring wine into his mouth, cursing God for being unfair in his heart.
The Eighth Prince on the other side was in a similar mood, especially when he saw Wu Yuanyuan standing up to greet Zhuo Mufeng who had returned victoriously, just like his wife. His beautiful eyes were full of infatuation and pride, and his heart ached with jealousy.
, but it just can’t be expressed yet.
In order to show his virtuousness, the Eighth Prince had to stand up and force out a smile: "Mufeng is worthy of my reputation as the number one genius in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty. Come, I will toast you a drink." After saying this, he drank it all in one gulp.
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From just now to now, the other party's repeated statements made the keen Zhuo Mufeng feel that something was wrong. He saw the fake smile of the eighth prince, and he felt more vigilant in his heart: "Thank you, prince."
He took the wine poured by Wu Yuanyuan, drank it in one gulp, lit up the bottom of the glass, and then sat down with Wu Yuanyuan. They really were a talented and beautiful woman, a husband and wife, a perfect match.
Le Qian was so happy that he shook his head and exclaimed: "Brother, brother, after tonight's battle, I'm afraid you will really become famous all over the world!" He was so optimistic about Zhuo Mufeng, but he never thought that Zhuo Mufeng could fight back in the end.
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Zhuo Mufeng said calmly: "It's just forced by the situation. I didn't want to be in the limelight."
With a cry, Le Qian seemed to have some realization, and turned to look at Yue Mingxi, who was giving Ling Wuxie medicine, his face so gloomy that it looked like he could drip water.
The Northern Qi Emperor was not very impressed by Ling Wuxie's defeat. To him, it actually didn't matter who won the battle, so he laughed and said: "Enter the Dragon, it's wonderful, it's really a feast for my eyes. Both of them are heroes in the world.
Respect it!"
The emperor opened his mouth. How could the people below him not show respect? They all stood up and raised their glasses. Even Yue Mingxi did not dare to openly raise his objection. After procrastinating for a long time, he complied with a dark face and unwillingly.
When the Emperor of Northern Qi raised his head and finished drinking, Yue Mingxi quickly drank it all in one gulp, then sat down on the ground. His movements were so fast that he almost dazzled the veterans around him.
After the ceremony, the atmosphere became a little strange. No one mentioned the duel just now. Only some officials who were on the opposite side of the Moko Sect frequently looked sarcastic.
Ling Wuxie did not leave in anger, but just sat quietly where he was, like an increasingly dangerous beast. The little princess looked at him worriedly from time to time.
Zhuo Mufeng's mood is not as good as outsiders think. After defeating Ling Wuxie, he will face possible revenge from the Moko Sect, so he must find a way to counterattack.
As for why he didn't tell Yue Mingxi's conspiracy in public, it was also to leave a way out for himself. He didn't want to break up with the Moko Sect immediately, so he sent a message to Le Qian: "Senior Le, can I trouble you to protect someone for me?