Murong Ying did not draw his sword when Lin Mo was in extremely poor condition. Instead, he stepped back a few meters and then began to sit cross-legged and adjust his breathing.
Lin Mo couldn't understand what Murong Ying was doing at this time. Although his internal organs were injured by the death energy of the King of Hell before Li Shu, he was also secretly accumulating mental power. If Murong Ying rushed forward to attack, he would be fierce
Give him some ground.
After seeing Murong Ying adjusting his breath on the spot, he also started to use the healing chapter to repair the damage in his body. At the same time, Guan Tiandu thoughts were running in his mind. With the continuous consumption of mental power, Lin Mo also felt unprecedented fatigue.
.
Mental fatigue is often the most difficult thing to treat. Now I can probably achieve 40% with 100% of my strength, which is considered good. Although Murong Ying on the opposite side was forced by the momentum when he and Huangfu Lingyun were fighting, he suffered some internal injuries.
, but overall, it still has at least 70% of its combat power.
After a while, Murong Ying walked to the side and picked up the blood knife that Lin Mo had thrown aside when Li Shu was fighting closely, and then threw it to Lin Mo from a distance.
Murong Ying said: "How long?"
Although Lin Mo only heard two words, he understood what he meant, which was how long it would take for him to recover. Thinking of his broken body and his mental strength that was about to reach its limit, he sighed and said:
"I can't get better in this illusion. I can't practice internal skills in this illusion, so my recovery will be much slower. Moreover, the damage caused to me by either Huangfu Lingyun or Li Shu is considered permanent."
After speaking, he picked up the bloody knife in front of him, touched the blood-red blade with his left hand, and continued: "However, I will not lose! Come on! Let's fight!"
Murong Ying's eyes were filled with divine light. He pulled out the sword that had been sheathed before and said, "Okay! Let's fight!"
Then he quickly moved towards Lin Mo. Before anyone could reach him, the sword light had already arrived. Murong Ying changed his previous situation of killing with one sword and started to use fast sword to attack quickly.
Lin Mo raised his blood sword and attacked quickly. For a moment, the light and sword energy flashed continuously. Lin Mo was also in this fast attack, and gradually forgot about the pain in his body at this time. He was indulged in this fast attack. There was nothing more enjoyable than a battle.
carefree.
Lin Mo has never seen such a hesitant swordsmanship. Originally, the faster the swordsmanship, the weirder it would be, and the sword path would become more and more tricky. However, Murong Ying's swordsmanship was different. Although the swordsmanship was fast, it carried boundless power.
Momentum, using force to suppress others.
Lin Mo's blood-killing knife was originally a killer's knife, a killing knife. Although the sword technique was very fast and the path of the knife was ruthless enough, it was forced to fall into a disadvantage by this sword of magnanimity that was proud of the world.
Lin Mo was not anxious, and exclaimed while replying:
"Okay, okay! I have never seen such a bright sword, and I have never seen such a majestic sword. May I ask Brother Murong the name of this sword?"
Murong Ying's hands were not slow either, and his sword skills became smoother and smoother as he used them. This sword technique was exclusively passed down by his Murong family. Although he had only used this sword a handful of times, it was mainly because of the King of Light contained in this sword.
His demeanor did not match his, but as he practiced the sword technique, he gradually understood the meaning of the sword.
The king of swords does not bully others with power. No matter what opponent he faces, he will give the opponent a fair chance to fight. Even if the swordsman is seriously injured, he will never allow the scars to appear on his back.
I just lack the courage to defeat any clown no matter what.
After hearing Lin Mo's question, he said word for word: "Murong Xuantian's sword skills!"
The blood-killing knife in Lin Mo's hand became more and more ferocious, specifically attacking Murong Ying's throat, eyes, armpits, abdomen and other vital points. However, they were scattered one by one by Murong Ying's Murong Xuantian sword technique. If Lin Mo hadn't been there,
Feixu Jin was added to the sword to neutralize this force, so my sword might have been knocked away by Murong Ying.
When he heard Murong Yingbao's name, his eyes were bright and he said: "Okay, I have remembered this name. I hope that next time I fight Brother Murong, Brother Murong can fully display the true meaning of this set of swordsmanship.
I am not a swordsman. The sword is just a weapon and a means. Therefore, my grappling hand and my fingering are just a means. What I pursue is victory. These are all part of my martial arts, so Brother Murong
Be careful, I won’t just use the Blood Killing Sword next!”
Lin Mo was also infected by Murong Ying's Murong Xuantian swordsmanship. Otherwise, even if he changed his moves, he would not talk so much nonsense in the past, and he would not feel anything even if he killed the other party. But at this moment, he felt that he needed to follow
Murong Ying made it clear that it was because Murong Ying allowed himself to rest before, in order to give himself a chance to fight relatively fairly.
Lin Mo had developed a sympathy for Murong Ying. Their battle was not about winning or losing, not about life and death, it was just about proving their martial arts.
After saying these words, Lin Mo's temperament changed drastically. He immediately used the spiritual impact with the true meaning of the Blood Killing Sword. Suddenly, a sea of blood appeared in Murong Ying's mind. A pair of huge and ruthless eyes looked at him.
His ankle began to spread upward, and he couldn't even move a finger in the sea of blood.
Murong Ying's face turned pale, and an unknown fear rose from his heart. Instantly, a sword intent aroused from his heart, blocking the spread of the sea of blood. After regaining a little strength, he bit the tip of his tongue and finally broke free from the illusion, and Murong Ying
His swordsmanship became more fierce, less overwhelming, but more ruthless.
Murong Ying knew that he had finally understood the rudiment of the sword heart just now, and that the Murong Xuantian sword technique he was using now was his own sword technique.
Although Murong Ying felt like he had spent a long time in the illusion, in reality it was only a short moment. Lin Mo seized this moment and used the star-catching technique to directly crush Murong Ying's left shoulder and take advantage of the situation to grab it.
As a finger, a phantom finger pointed directly at Murong Ying's throat.
Murong Ying's upper body continued to lean back, and at the same time he kicked Lin Mo's abdomen hard with his left foot. Lin Mo saw that it was difficult for this finger to have an effect, and used his left hand again to use the Star Reaching Technique to neutralize the force of Murong Ying's left foot, and then directly scratched it into pieces.
It hit his left knee.
Murong Ying staggered and half-knelt on the ground. At the same time, a sword force rose from his body, with boundless sharpness and unstoppable courage. He began to accumulate. The surroundings were also affected by the sword force at the same time. Lin Mo had to turn to
After taking a few steps back, seeing Murong Ying's situation at this time, he knew very clearly that this was the same sword movement and body reinforcement as his own sword movement.
At the same time, an aura arose from his body, channeling the largest internal power of the Zhenhai Tianshan Kung Fu. At the same time, he attached his only spiritual power to the sword. The boundless murderous aura began to spread, and the sword and sword forces began to collide from a distance.
, without even taking a step back.
The two men's savings had reached their maximum, and they simultaneously issued the final blow and the final blow.
The purple sword energy with crimson in it began to fly quickly towards a pure white sword energy that broke through all momentum.