Chapter 65 of the text volume: Kill with one sword!
Who would have expected that the duel that had been circulated in the world for half a year and that people in the world had been looking forward to for half a year would actually be the winner with just one sword strike?!
Isn’t it exciting?!
That is naturally wonderful. Whether it is Mo Li's Wudang swordsmanship or Yang Xiao's Luoying Divine Sword, they are both the best swordsmanship skills in the world. The two of them are two of the best masters in the world, no matter whose it is.
One sword is enough to open the eyes of the heroes present and reflect on their lives. After all, 99% of them will never be able to see the top of the world in their lifetime!
But such a long-awaited fight between dragons and tigers was actually decided with just one sword. With thousands of heroes present, who could have imagined such a result?!
In their opinion, not to mention fighting for three days and three nights, these two people must have at least passed hundreds of moves. One move can determine the outcome. This is obviously the result of the huge gap in strength!
But the dignified Mingjiao Guangming Zuo Envoy, the old devil who has been famous for decades, will have a huge gap in strength with Mo Li?!
This is obviously impossible! But it is true!
In full view of everyone, Yang Xiao was defeated with just one sword strike. The blood all over his body was definitely not a fake. In front of all the heroes in the world, the Mingjiao could not afford to lose face like this!
The spectators watched this scene in horror. A boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, defeated Yang Xiao, the left ambassador of light, with one sword?! How high must his martial arts be? Could it be that he is another Zhang Sanfeng?!
Everyone forgot to speak, and the only sounds at the scene were the chirping of birds and the roar of the wind on Zhongnan Mountain.
"Little Sword God, little Sword God! You are really a master of swordsmanship. I have been practicing swordsmanship for thirty years, and now I know what the ultimate swordsmanship is!" An old man with white hair suddenly spoke up, his words full of sighs.
and loneliness.
Under Mo Li's sword, how many people in the world dare to lift a sword in front of him?!
A young man laughed and said: "The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. In my opinion, Mo Shaoxia's sword and the little sword god's small characters can all go!"
The heroes responded for a while, their words full of praise and admiration.
Everyone was carrying the sedan chair, not to mention that Mo Li’s martial arts was indeed hard to find a match for in this world. Apart from Master Zhang from Wudang Mountain, who could defeat Yang Xiao with one sword?!
Looking at the young man in black standing with a sword, everyone felt unspeakable emotions in their hearts.
He comes from a famous family, has the best martial arts skills in the world, and defeated demons with swords in front of all the heroes in the world. Every single thing here is beyond the reach of ordinary people in the world, but they all gathered on the head of such a young man!
"Yang Xiao! You have today too!"
Just when the heroes all over the mountain were having different thoughts, a woman's stern shout suddenly spread across the mountains and plains. There was a strong anger in that voice. In the next moment, a black shadow had gone straight to the top of the mountain!
"presumptuous!"
The White-browed Eagle King, who was watching everything coldly, snorted coldly, pointed his toes, and jumped into the air, just like an eagle with spread wings, blocking in front of the black shadow!
"Get away!"
A sword cry suddenly sounded, and then a green sword light appeared in the sky. The sword light was extremely sharp and bone-piercing. Compared with the sword that Mo Li had just struck, the sword energy was even three points stronger!
Yin Tianzheng's two white eyebrows couldn't help but frown tightly. He made a strange posture with his eagle claws, just to avoid the sword light and go straight to the opponent's sword-holding wrist... This move is really dangerous and dangerous.
The slightest mistake would have been to have both of his palms cut off. However, the White-browed Eagle King has been immersed in the Eagle Claw Skill for decades, and he is the best in the world in terms of grappling. He actually managed to capture the opponent's sword-holding palm with one move.
Down.
But at this moment, the other party sent a palm toward his chest. The palm wind was thick and enveloped his whole body, like a mountain pressing down on him, and the force was extremely powerful.
"Buddha's light shines everywhere!"
Yin Tianzheng was shocked. He recognized this palm as one of the Emei Sect's secret arts.
However, he could not free his hands to take over the palm at this moment. In desperation, he had no choice but to let go of his hands and retreat, narrowly avoiding the palm.
But the black figure was stopped by him and stopped moving forward. Only then did everyone see the person's face clearly. It was an old nun with drooped eyebrows. He was holding a long blue sword in his hand, and the sun shone brightly.
Below, particularly dazzling, are the Emei Sect’s Miejie Shitai and Yitian Sword!
"What an old nun, do you want to take advantage of others' danger?!" the White-browed Eagle King said coldly.
"Get out of the way!" Master Jiejie shouted coldly.
"Don't think, if you think you are holding the Heavenly Sword, I will be afraid of you?!"
The White-browed Eagle King said with disdain: "Today's duel will decide whether life or death will be decided by Yang Zuoshi and Mo Shaoxia. If anyone wants to intervene, they will have to step over me!"
"you……"
Master Miejie was so angry that she was trembling all over. She wished she could strike the white-browed old man in front of her with a sword, but just a moment later, the fight between the two had already made her aware of the old man's methods. The opponent's pair of sharp eagle claws were definitely not easy for her.
, even with the Heavenly Sword in her hand, it is difficult to be even remotely sure of winning.
However, the big enemy is right in front of us, do we have to give up the opportunity to kill him?!
"Fifth brother, Old Taishan, is quite heroic. Compared with him, we are inferior." Song Yuanqiao said with some shame.
"How can someone like Yi Yi be the one who can create the foundation of Tianying Sect?" Yu Lianzhou said with a smile.
If it was Mo Li who was injured on the field, I am afraid that the three of his brothers would have gone to snatch him away. However, Yang Xiao was about to die when he was defeated. The White-browed Eagle King and other Mingjiao masters not only did not come to save him, but even stopped him.
He was so open-minded when he led others to cause trouble. No wonder Song Yuanqiao and Yu Lianzhou praised him so much.
It’s just that everyone in Wudang didn’t know that Yang Xiao and Yin Tianzheng didn’t get along at all. Now that Yang Xiao was in danger because of the duel, and it wasn’t because the Ming Cult was about to be destroyed, how could Yin Tianzheng care about Yang Xiao’s life and death?
The situation at the bottom of the mountain did not affect the two people on the mountain.
Yang Xiao's face was ashen, and he asked with great effort: "You...you deliberately let it go?"
If he hadn't said that, how could he have spared any effort? He must have gone all out when he came up, so how could he have his internal organs injured by a sword?!
Even if the opponent's internal strength is higher than his, he can use magical powers with a snap of his fingers and a lot of fighting skills. He can defeat the enemy from a distance, and he can also wait for the opportunity to find loopholes. How can he not have a chance of victory?
It is the worst, the worst, seeing that he is no match, and admitting defeat. With the masters of the Ming Sect here, if Li Moli wants to forcefully attack again, how can they stand by and watch?!
It's just a pity that there are no such ifs anymore.
Attack on the scheming, really attack on the scheming!
Yang Xiao's heart was filled with unspeakable feelings. He couldn't say that he had been deceived, but he couldn't be deceived at the same time!
Mo Li did not answer his words, but said: "I just said that I would like to ask Yang Zuoshi to die."
The Ziwu Sword in his hand drew a mysterious arc, and as blood burst out, a head rolled to the ground. It was Yang Xiao's head!
…
Chuanchuan Coke reminds you: remember to collect it after reading it