That palm, with fair skin and slender fingers, pressed slowly but firmly on the hilt of the sword.
In an instant, the fierce sword intent spurted out from the young man's body, cutting through the sky and the sky, moving forward indomitably!
Everyone held their breath subconsciously and looked at that palm and the long sword with their hearts in mind!
Zheng!
The young man drew his sword, his movements were slow and slow, but there was a certain charm hidden in it. The blade was unsheathed inch by inch, and everyone could see the black and white mottled edge of the long sword.
The more the sword was unsheathed, the brighter the sword's edge became. Eventually, it became so bright that it overshadowed the bright moon in the sky!
During this process, everyone could feel that the soaring sword intent in the young man was getting stronger and stronger, so strong that it almost pierced a hole in the world!
He himself seems to have turned into a magic weapon, gradually showing its edge!
The Mongolian cavalry and Tibetan monks present wanted to fight back, but under this sword, they suddenly lost the courage to do so!
Under the suppression of the sword intent, the war horses roared shrilly, and everyone trembled, and some even fell to the ground limply and fainted from fear!
Buzz...buzz...buzz...
Within a radius of one mile, everyone's weapons were buzzing. They seemed to feel the sword intent on Mo Li's body and rushed to surrender!
"This... this sword..."
Although Lu Yuncheng was standing upstairs, he was still suppressed by the sword's intention and could not move. He was trembling all over and felt panic in his heart. Although he expected that Mo Li's swordsmanship was much better than his, how could he reach this level?!
Even from his master, he had never felt such oppression!
Hutu Living Buddha clasped his hands together and stood there blankly looking at the sword. He deliberately wanted to activate his spiritual magic to stop the sword, but he suddenly discovered that under the suppression of the sword, the tyrannical spiritual power he had received from his initiation,
Also fell behind.
I can't stop it, I can't stop it! Apart from the sword god Mo Li, Wudang has such an amazing figure!
All the Ziwu Swords were finally unsheathed. At this moment, the sword light was extremely bright, and the sword energy was shining brightly across the scene. On the bluestone floor, there were scratches on the bluestone floor one after another, which were caused by the influence of the sword energy!
But when prosperity reaches its peak, it leads to decline!
Just when the Ziwu Sword's light was as stunning as the bright moon in the sky, when everyone's eyes were focused on it, and everyone was suppressed by the soaring sword intent, the sword light suddenly turned dark!
The ultimate light corresponds to the ultimate darkness!
But in an instant, all that soaring sword intent disappeared, and the dazzling sword light also disappeared in an instant. What fell in everyone's eyes was only a dull, even inconspicuous long sword.
, with the young man raising his hand, he slowly stabbed towards the figure covered by the white gauze.
There was no sword move, no sword energy, just a mediocre thrust, so slow that even a child seemed to be able to dodge it and stop it.
However, after the figure of the young man drawing his sword, there were countless afterimages!
"What a sword! What a sword!"
A voice of praise came from within the white gauze, and correspondingly, an arm stretched out.
It was an arm with dark skin, as dry as a branch, full of wrinkles, and so thin that it seemed like a gust of wind could break it.
However, when it stretched out, it was impartial and blocked just in front of the sword.
It raised its finger and flicked it lightly!
when!
A loud noise, like a yellow bell, shook the whole city!
This finger just hit the edge of the sword!
Huge force, extremely majestic and terrifying force, burst out from that finger in an instant, and all of them hit the long sword!
And the terrifying sword that was filled with all the energy in Mo Li's body and the sword intent was converged to the extreme, under this finger, under the terrifying and majestic force, was like a child's toy, not worth mentioning at all!
Snapped!
Amidst the mournful sound of the sword, a section of the sword blade flew towards the distance. Mo Li groaned, as if he was hit by a sledgehammer in the air, and his whole body flew backwards quickly!
With a muffled roar, he smashed down a bluestone courtyard wall, and his whole body fell into the rubble. Blood spurted freely from his mouth. He tried to stand up, but was unable to do so.
this……
On the street, time briefly froze.
Everyone looked at each other in disbelief, looking at the broken sword and the old, skinny arm, with disbelief flashing in their eyes.
Such a stunning sword, such a sharp magic weapon, was just broken by a finger?!
Just such an arm that has trouble eating and carrying dishes?!
Are they dreaming?!
Everyone present was horrified and could not believe what they saw with their own eyes.
They could clearly feel the horror of the young man's Sky-Sky Sword Intent that had suppressed all of them, and there were still traces of the raging Sword Intent left on the ground!
There are also those afterimages, which are clearly scenes that only appear when the scene reaches its extreme!
However, such a fast and sharp sword was no match for a flick of that finger?!
Everyone looked at that arm with dull eyes.
Is this still a human finger?!
The body of flesh and blood can actually withstand the edge of the sword, no, it actually breaks the edge of the sword!
If it hadn't been for the little Taoist priest who smashed down the courtyard wall and was now lying in the rubble, vomiting blood, everyone might have thought that he came out of nowhere to do a show!
This undisclosed imperial master really has unpredictable magical powers!
Such thoughts flashed through everyone's minds at the same time, and those people in the world with evil intentions who were among the crowd felt more fortunate that they had not taken action.
"Amitabha!"
Inside the sedan chair, the old voice recited the Buddha's name in a calm tone, as if the sword that had just been broken was raising a hand to drive away a fly.
He said: "I wonder if the old monk's point would satisfy Wudang Master Zhang?"
"Cough cough... cough cough..."
Li Qiye coughed softly and struggled to get up from the rubble. He held on to the wall and said in a difficult tone: "Dragon...Dragon Elephant...Prajna Kung Fu..., you...you have reached the...th...
What weight is it?”
That majestic force, the moment Mo Li touched it, he knew in his heart that it came from the same source as the Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu he had cultivated!
"The old monk is not talented. He has practiced hard for hundreds of years, but he has only reached perfection and made the donor laugh."
Thirteen levels of perfection!
Mo Li twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, his face full of bitterness.
Pasiba, the master of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty, truly deserves his reputation.
However, before he could finish his emotion, he suddenly heard someone shouting:
"Pasiba!"
Everyone looked intently and saw a frail scholar on the Chunfeng Tower holding a wine bottle and shouting tremblingly: "Take my sword too!"