Rebirth of the Alone Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 648 Growing Lotus Step by Step (asking for a monthly ticket)

"Even Ouyang Sheng didn't push me to this point back then!"

Mo Qingchi straightened his back, looked directly at Fang Xiu with both eyes, and said indifferently: "You are very good, you are the first martial artist who has practiced external skills to this level.

Today, the Holy Meteor Peak will be your burial place! "

hum!
Words fall, swords come out!
The sword intent turned into substance, like stars swaying, blooming with a magnificence that can rival the great sun.

I saw Mo Qingchi stepping out, and a sword lotus bloomed under his feet.

Seven steps in a row, every step of the lotus.

The seven sword lotuses bloomed and turned into stars shining in the world, releasing a terrifying sword intent.

hum!hum!hum!
There was a sound of trembling sword hilts, and the hilts of the long swords held by those people watching the battle on the Holy Meteor Peak trembled violently, as if they were about to lose control at any moment.

"This sword intent!"

Luo Haochen looked at the slightly trembling sword hilt in his hand, his eyes were very solemn.

Fang Xiu invited Zhan Mo Qingchi, and the Huashan faction also got news of such a thing.

Therefore, this time he also came to watch the battle on behalf of Huashan.

Whether it is Fang Xiu or Mo Qingchi's exposed strength, they have already surpassed himself.

Luo Haochen was also shocked by Fang Xiu's growth rate.

However, it wasn't enough to make him lose his composure.

But now Mo Qingchi's sword intent really made him unable to control the horror in his heart.

Huashan is the number one school of swordsmanship in the world, and Luo Haochen himself is also a strong swordsman, but in front of Mo Qingchi's swordsmanship, he found that his swordsmanship has been drawn.

This change is the crushing of sword intent!
锃!
The long sword broke out of its sheath!

But all Jianghu warriors who carry long swords can't control their own weapons at this time, they can only watch the long swords get out of their control and fly towards Mo Qingchi in the air.

Occasionally, people tried hard to suppress this sword intent, but not only failed to suppress it, but also the sword intent was shocked.

Luo Haochen put one hand on the hilt of the sword, his face changed slightly, but the trembling sword hilt became quiet in vain.

"Sword Intent Transformation!"

Wu Dingyan sensed this sword intent, and his eyes showed seriousness.

This sword intent!

In his opinion, it is still insignificant, but the purity of it can make him look sideways.

For the first time, Wu Dingyan's confidence in Fangxiu dropped a little.

From the beginning of the war to the present, Fang Xiu and Mo Qingchi have not lost the upper hand in the fight, and there are even signs of gaining the upper hand, which makes Wu Dingyan quite satisfied.

As long as there are no accidents, Fang Xiu has a high chance of winning.

But now, the sword intent erupted by Mo Qingchi has shaken Wu Dingyan's heart a little.

However, although Fang Xiu has become the Holy Son, he still doesn't have a comprehensive understanding of Fang Xiu, and he can't be sure whether the opponent has a hole card that he hasn't played yet.

At this time, Wu Dingyan was always paying attention to the changes in the field, and whenever something went wrong, he would take action to save Fang Xiu.

Even if it hurt Zhengtianjiao's face because of this, he didn't care so much.

Air!

The long swords converged into a river, densely packed on the Holy Meteor Peak.

When countless long swords gathered, the sword energy emitted from each other mixed together, immediately changing the color of the situation.

Mo Qingchi had lotuses growing at his feet, and he looked at Fang Xiu proudly.

Surrounded by Wan Jian, in his view, the opponent is already a dead person.

This move is his real unique move. He never thought that he would use it today, but Fang Xiu's strength exceeded his expectations, and he was forced to do so.

Tens of thousands of swords gather, and the sword energy suddenly arises!
Fang Xiu seemed to be stared at by Wan Jian, and the skin scraped like a sharp blade made his body feel uncomfortable.

Seeing this, Fang Xiu was also shocked.

The vast and domineering sword intent on Mo Qingchi is the strongest he has ever seen so far.

This sword intent, the threat of death to him, made him feel unprecedented pressure.

however!
The pressure of death also aroused his inner desire to survive!

It even aroused the boiling fighting spirit in his heart.

"war!"

Qi and blood erupted and turned into a river of blood. Fang Xiu took a step into the air, the void vibrated when he stepped, and the river of blood swept away with a punch, covering the sky like a blanket.

With one finger of Mo Qingchi's sword, thousands of swords fell like a river of swords, and thousands of sword qi gathered into a sky-splitting sword gang to cut off the river of blood.

boom!
Heaven and earth lose color!

The void suddenly burst, and a pitch-black crack appeared from the center of the two.

The Holy Meteor Peak trembled suddenly, the rocks rolled down, and the terrifying ravine spread centered on the bottom.

Many Jianghu warriors could not stand still and fell to the ground.

What's more, in the aftermath of this horror, the shocked blood surged, and he vomited blood.

The degree of horror can be seen!
The river of blood collapsed, thousands of swords fell, and broken long swords fell like raindrops.

Even Fudo Myoko couldn't completely resist the sword energy gathered by Wan Jian, the flesh and blood were cut open, and the pale golden blood was swayed like money.

As if Fang Xiu couldn't feel the pain, he suppressed his fist like a mountain collapsed, and landed heavily on Mo Qingchi's chest.

boom!
The body flew horizontally like a cannonball, smashed through the void and fell, splashing a line of blood from the sky.

The dust and smoke dissipated, revealing Mo Qingchi's extremely distressed figure, with a large piece sunken in his chest, and blood mixed with internal organs continuously pouring out from his mouth.

lost?

Those who saw this scene had such thoughts in their minds.

Sword Saint Mo Qingchi!

lost!

They had also thought about this result, but they thought that the loser would be Fang Xiu.

Because Mo Qingchi has been famous for many years, and has always been the number one in the innate rankings, and his Wudang Daoist background is unfathomable, how could such a person be defeated by someone of the same realm.

Even though Fang Xiu has gained fame in recent years, he is still only a rising star, and there is still a gap compared with Mo Qingchi.

But looking at Fang Xiu, who was blood-stained in the air, but full of fighting spirit, and Mo Qingchi, who was vomiting blood and was in a state of embarrassment.

The two have already decided the winner.

Fudo Mingwang was broken, and the sword energy lingered and continued to act on the wound. Even Fang Xiu couldn't dispel it for a while, and could only let the wound exist in the body.

Although his body was seriously injured, Fang Xiu was in a good mood.

With his current surge of vitality and martial arts cultivation, the power of a punch with all his strength is beyond ten thousand.

Withstanding his full strength punch, Mo Qingchi, even if he is a strong person in the innate extreme realm, will definitely be severely injured. The opponent did not fall on the spot because his cultivation base is already deep.

Falling from the sky, Fang Xiu's eyes fell on Mo Qingchi who was standing unsteadily, and said lightly: "You are defeated!"

"Am I defeated?"

Hearing this, Mo Qingchi's face turned pale, and he muttered repeatedly in his mouth.

He is defeated!
With one punch, his internal organs have been severely injured, and he already has no strength to fight again.

This punch completely wiped out his fighting spirit!

This punch caused a crack in his indomitable swordsmanship.

(End of this chapter)