"No!" Looking at the sudden change in Mo Tian, Le Fei's soul suddenly trembled, and the threat of death swept through Le Fei's body.
Le Fei didn't care about attacking Mo Tian anymore, and quickly summoned the Qianjun sword spirit back and integrated it into the Qianjun sword. He held the Qianjun sword in his hand and looked at Mo Tian cautiously in front of him.
Even though Mo Tian is currently suppressed by his Purple Star Amplification Formation, the aura he is emitting now makes Le Fei extremely frightened.
That false finger was like a seal, locking Mo Tian firmly. This was the shackles in Mo Tian's heart, and it was also the source of Mo Tian's sadness.
Now, the seal is released and the shackles are broken. At this moment, Mo Tian is like Shura with a severed finger.
The aura bursting out from all over his body has surpassed the aura before he was suppressed by the Purple Star Amplification Array. This aura is still strengthening, and has even suppressed Le Fei in turn.
In the sky, Bai Mu and the others were shocked when they saw Mo Tian's sudden outburst. Especially since the chief steward was already preparing to suppress Mo Tian and rescue Le Fei.
They are both powerful warriors, so naturally they can see the gap between Le Fei and Mo Tian. Mo Tian could really kill Le Fei if he is not careful.
What's more, Mo Tian has completely lost consciousness.
A terrifying blood shadow appeared behind Mo Tian, and the cold red eyes stared at the surrounding purple light with a cold smile on his face.
"Disperse!"
A low voice came from his mouth, and in an instant, the purple star amplification array that bound Mo Tian shattered.
Without restraining Le Fei, who was at the center of the formation, the blood shadow directly cracked the Purple Star Amplification Formation with just a shout. After the formation was broken, Le Fei, who was the center of the formation, also felt a tightness in his chest, and a little blood streaked down from the corner of his mouth.
Without the constraints of the Purple Star Amplification Formation, Mo Tian's aura surged wildly, and for a moment, the entire competition stage was enveloped in the blood released from Mo Tian's body.
At this moment, the controller of this competition stage changed from Le Fei to Mo Tian.
In the stands, those warriors who originally thought Mo Tian was going to be defeated looked at Mo Tian who transformed into Shura in disbelief.
Just the sight of that blood-red light can make them feel the oppression of their souls, and the indescribable chest tightness makes them extremely uncomfortable.
Even Qin Yu and the others felt their souls trembling when they looked at Mo Tian, who was wrapped in blood-red light.
"Chuchen's sword technique, the autumn wind sweeps away the fallen leaves!" Mo Tian murmured.
Countless bloody lights appeared next to Chuchen's sword, and the sword energy condensed, turning into a sharp blade and cutting Le Fei's body.
In the blink of an eye, Le Fei's whole body was cut by sword energy, countless scars appeared on Le Fei's body, and blood flowed from the wounds.
The bloody sword energy was more terrifying than Yu Le Fei's annihilation power. The flesh at the wound festered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the blood that flowed out turned into jet black.
"Chuchen swordsmanship, Chenxin!"
Chuchen's sword pointed directly at Le Fei. Under the blood-colored light curtain, Le Fei suddenly felt that his body could not move.
The entire Earth-level Shura Field was extremely quiet, so quiet that Le Fei could even hear his own heartbeat.
Boom--boom--
Every beat of his heart made Le Fei even more confused, but he couldn't move his body at all, and he couldn't pick up the Qianjun Sword in his hand to stop him.
Cold sweat continued to break out on his forehead. Le Fei could not speak, but he kept using his mental power to call the Qianjun Sword Spirit inside the Qianjun Sword.
However, Qianjun Sword seemed to have cut off contact with him. No matter how Le Fei called for Qianjun Sword Spirit, it did not appear.
Even the radiant Qianjun Sword gradually lost its brilliance and turned into an ordinary soldier in Le Fei's hand.
"Chuchen Sword Technique, Beginning!"
Mo Tian's bloody eyes lit up, and he stabbed Le Fei straight in the chest with the Chuchen Sword in his hand.
There is no flashy light, no fluctuation of energy.
This is a pure stabbing, just like a warrior who has just practiced swordsmanship and is learning swordsmanship, holding up his soldier and stabbing straight towards the enemy.
The seemingly simple sword looked so terrifying because of the blood light. The Chuchen sword glowing with blood-blue light stabbed straight towards Le Fei.
"No!" Clenching his teeth, Le Fei struggled wildly. If the sword really hit his chest, he couldn't guarantee that he would survive.
The previous sword energy had caused his wounds to corrode and fester. If this sword penetrated his body, wouldn't his body also corrode and fester, and he would eventually die suddenly?
He doesn't want to die yet!
Just when the sword was about to hit Le Fei's chest, and just when the first steward and the second steward were about to stop him, Mo Tian's sword that stabbed Le Fei suddenly moved upward a short distance.
The Chuchen sword that was originally going to pierce the chest deflected, and the sword penetrated directly through Le Fei's right shoulder. The cold sword energy even injured Le Fei's shoulder blade.
For a moment, Le Fei's right shoulder seemed to be frozen. The cold sword energy made his right shoulder completely unconscious. There was no pain, but countless blood spurted out and dyed his white robe red.
Keeping the action of piercing his body with the sword, Mo Tian stood on the spot, his bloody eyes and Le Fei's frightened eyes looking at each other.
Looking at Mo Tian's ancient blood-stained eyes, Le Fei gasped for breath, swallowed repeatedly, and his lips and teeth were extremely dry.
Looking at each other, Le Fei saw anger, regret and countless other emotions in Mo Tian's bloody eyes.
Under the influence of Mo Tian's blood eyes, Le Fei suddenly became extremely weird, sometimes happy and angry, and crying for joy.
"My emotions affect the enemy, not bad, not bad." Bai Mu looked at Mo Tian and said with satisfaction.
The chief steward on the side looked at Le Fei opposite Mo Tian with a worried expression. He knew that Le Fei had been defeated, completely defeated.
He knew what Mo Tian was restricted. Just like Bai Mu said, if Mo Tian had not been restricted, Le Fei would have no chance of hurting Mo Tian.
Le Fei considers himself a monster-level warrior, but in front of Mo Tian, maybe he really means nothing.
"It's over, Xiao Fei lost." The big steward sighed.
"Hey, I don't agree." Bai Mu said.
"What are you doing! If this continues, Shura will definitely kill Xiao Fei!" the chief steward said angrily.
With a cold smile, Bai Mu said: "Didn't you find out why Shura suddenly broke out? Did you see that severed finger? Shura broke out because a false finger was cut off. Presumably, the severed finger had a huge impact on Shura. Perhaps, this
It's just a yoke that binds him."
"Now, Le Fei has broken his shackles. Do you think you can stop him? Moreover, if we stop him forcibly, it will definitely harm Shura! Even Le Fei."
"The sword he used just now could obviously kill Le Fei, but he chose to pick up and pierce his shoulder blade, which shows that he is still conscious! Now we can only try to prevent Le Fei from being beaten too badly."
"I don't care! That's my grandson! I must take action!" the chief steward said angrily.
"Okay, I will tell Shura now that as long as you take action, all the restrictions I have placed on him will be lifted. With his current anger and the restrictions, you will not be able to kill him, and Le Fei will be the price of your action!"
Bai Mu said coldly.
"Then what should I do? I can't just watch Shura kill Le Fei!" The chief steward clenched his fists.
If he didn't know how terrifying Mo Tian would be if he wasn't restricted, he wouldn't be worried about himself, but he would be worried about Le Fei!
He can bear it, but Le Fei will definitely die!
"Let's see how well he can resist being beaten," Bai Mu said helplessly.
On the competition stage, Mo Tian pulled out the Chuchen Sword that was stabbing Le Fei's right shoulder, thrust it hard, and the Chuchen Sword's blade sank directly into the ground.
Staring coldly at Le Fei in front of him, Mo Tian raised a cold arc at the corner of his mouth.
"Meteor." The blood-red light shined between his fists, and terrifying power swept across the competition stage.
Looking at the fists that were gradually enlarging in front of his eyes, Le Fei's pupils shrank, and a miserable scream sounded in the sky above the earth-level Shura field.
The chief steward turned his head and did not dare to look directly at Le Fei below.
"No!" This was the last word Le Fei said.
Countless smoke and dust enveloped the entire central competition stage, and no one in the stands could clearly see what was going on on the stage.
The original blood-colored light curtain quietly disappeared, and the blood shadow behind Mo Tian also merged into Mo Tian's body.
Boom——
Under the smoke and dust, the warriors vaguely saw a figure kneeling on his knees, blood dripping from the man's mouth to the ground.
For a long time——
After the smoke and dust cleared, Mo Tian knelt on his knees, holding the Chuchen Sword in one hand and staring at the ground blankly.
Dots of golden light shone on his back, repairing his flesh that had been beaten to a bloody pulp by Le Fei.
Le Fei was lying on the ground covered in blood. Now it was impossible to tell that he was Le Fei. Blood was flowing out from numerous wounds on his body, and blood was constantly spraying out from the pierced right shoulder.
A huge hole appeared in Le Fei's chest.
Fortunately, Mo Tian's punch had no intention of killing Le Fei, and the hole was less than two fingers away from Le Fei's heart.
A beating heart can still be vaguely seen through the hole.
In this battle, Le Fei lost, so completely that he didn't even have a chance.
Lowering his head and looking at the severed fingers on his right hand, Mo Tian cried silently, his tears mixed with blood falling to the ground.