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Chapter 803 Jun Mo will lose his arm, but the Sword Master will lose. There is no need to fight or h

Chapter 803 Jun Mo will lose his arm, but the Sword Master will lose. There is no need to fight... Let him devour him...

In front of Qingxia, hundreds of broken swords stood or fell. These swords were inserted lifelessly into the ground, like a sword grave.

When Jun Mo walked to the grave of this sword, the hundreds of swords trembled slightly. It was like branches blown by the wind, turning into a forest of swords.

Liu Bai looked at the sword forest quietly, and at the tall man in the sword forest. He stretched out his broad sleeve with his right hand and grasped the hilt of the sword. The ancient sword at his waist was silent.

His palm is broad and his fingers are slender, which is perfect for holding a sword. He holds the sword hilt tightly, without any gaps visible, and they fit together perfectly, as if the hand and the sword hilt were originally connected together. The ancient sword vibrated slightly and roared with joy.

When Liu Bai grasped the hilt of the sword, the sword in the sheath became part of his body. In other words, his body became an extension of the sword and he couldn't tell them apart.

Holding a sword in one's hand does not mean that the sword is in one's hand.

When Liu Bai drew his sword, he might have moved it thousands of miles. He does not follow the path of moderation, but only pursues the absolute trend, but this does not mean that he only chooses one of the two sword control methods.

No one knew which sword control method he would choose to deal with Jun Mo.

In the end, it was Jun Mo who made the first move.

He used a sword-control technique that shocked many people to control a group of swords.

Because they are easily distracted, few people wield multiple swords in one-on-one situations, not to mention that there are many swords here that do not originally belong to Jun Mo.

The howling wind resounded throughout the world. Hundreds of swords were flying in the sky in front of Qingxia, like a flock of birds. They kept falling at high speed, but they were all blown away by the barrier around Liu Bai. They flew through the air at high speed, and then Fall again.

Some flying swords have straight traces and are extremely fast, some flying swords are like soft brushstrokes on paper, drawing circles in the air, and some flying swords have unpredictable trajectories, flickering to the east, flickering to the west, like swimming Dancing wildly like dragons, they seemed to have a life of their own.

The swords kept flying, shuttling back and forth between the sky and the earth. The sunlight in the sky was constantly reflected to the surrounding fields. The entire sky was twinkling. The picture was extremely beautiful and spectacular.

However, Liu Bai's sword was stronger.

Just like Jun Mo dealt with those practitioners, he could use his powerful telekinesis to forcibly seize control of those flying swords. Even if he couldn't seize all of them, he could at least subdue most of them.

But he didn't want to do such a thing, he was only used to using a sword. He believes that only absolute simplicity can be absolutely powerful, and one sword can defeat ten thousand swords.

He held his sword horizontally in front of him, and the swords flying between heaven and earth could not enter even one foot in front of him.

One foot in front of him is Liu Bai's world.

Liu Bai's sword must be a sword.

When the sword in his hand fell, the sword suddenly became bright, reflecting the flowing clouds in the sky and the green mountains beside the wilderness, which were extremely beautiful.

This sword seemed to take away all the brilliance between heaven and earth, and the countless creations in nature were extremely brilliant.

The brilliance can be dazzling, as bright as the scorching sun, but it can make people dare not look directly.

But Liu Bai's sword did not sting the eyes of anyone watching the battle. Instead, it made people intoxicated.

This is a beautiful and moving scene, with a celadon-like sky, silky clouds, warm sunshine, beautiful fields, and a surging river.

This big river originated from the wilderness. It was originally a trickling stream. It stubbornly broke through the mountains of the Moon Wheel Country, flowed through the primeval forest with fertile soil and abundant rain, and took over countless tributaries of rain. It turned into a big river, which carried the south. The river water was dyed a turbid yellow color due to the mud and sand, and the momentum became more and more majestic.

The turbid waves are surging into the sky, and the yellow river water is constantly lapping at the black cliff rocks, stirring up thousands of huge waves like mud, as if there are thousands of horses roaring in it, and the sound is amazing.

Among the black cliffs, there is a young man practicing his sword. His expression is calm, the sound of the waves cannot reach his ears, and the vibration of the cliffs cannot make his footsteps shift in the slightest. He is focused and has nothing left.

The world trembled and turned pale, but they didn't know it was because of the rushing river, but because of the people practicing swordsmanship by the river.

When Liu Bai entered the spiritual path, he saw a surging river when he first met. Therefore, he was considered a peerless genius by the spiritual community. Later, he realized his own swordsmanship on the bank of the river, so his sword was called the Great River Sword.

When the Dahe Sword comes out, you will see the Dahe.

Liu Bai's sword is Dahe.

When he draws his sword, the river will appear. Everyone who sees this river will eventually be swallowed by the raging water.

The waves of the river are wide, and the turbid yellow water falls from the sky, becoming the Tianhe.

It was as if a hole had been pierced in the sky, and countless rivers outside the dome fell like waterfalls.

This river has no other aura, it is just powerful.

The river rushes towards you.

Jun Mo's eyes suddenly brightened.

He looked at the turbulent river, his eyes still bright, and his eyebrows raised. All these details prove that he was excited at this time.

He swung his iron sword and slashed towards the river. The broad and straight iron sword, carrying the power of Qingshan, struck heavily into the turbid and rushing river.

The river suddenly parted and rushed towards both banks, revealing a river bottom full of sand and rocks.

The next moment, the river surged back again, covering the sand and rocks.

Jun Mo waved the iron sword again.

The river parted again.

He continued to swing the iron sword.

The river continues to part and then recover.

With a clanking clang, the sword met the stone, making a sound similar to that of forging iron.

Jun Mo kept swinging his sword, but it was all in vain.

Liu Bai's sword intention of the river came, and the river roared.

The wind roars, the crown falls, and the bun is scattered.

Jun Mo's black hair was fluttering. He had been cut with countless small cuts and was covered in blood.

Jun Mo drew his sword again. When this sword fell, he was bound to pay some price, such as his right arm, but he might also find a chance to defeat Liu Bai.

Liu Bai is very powerful, and his Dahe Sword is far superior to Jun Mo in every aspect, so Jun Mo can only find another way.

The Great River Sword has reached its peak at this time, and the moment it cuts off Jun Mo's right arm is also the moment the Great River collapses all its turbulence.

It's hard to stop the water, and at that time, Liu Bai can't change the direction of the sword. And if Jun Mo, who has broken his right arm, can take this opportunity to follow the sword's direction and kill in front of Liu Bai, and catch the sword with his broken arm, it will be one foot away. Half done.

The one foot in front of Liu Bai was his world, but Jun Mo used his own broken arm to continue his edge for a foot and a half to find a chance to win.

Although the cost was his right arm, it allowed him to defeat Liu Bai once, and he would have no regrets in this life.

In the lightning flash, Jun Mo's right arm fell, and Liu Bai's River Sword also fell unstoppably. At this moment, a figure appeared between the two of them.

"boom!"

Xu Xin held Jun Mo's right arm with one hand and grabbed Liu Bai's Dahe with the other. The black light swallowed everything. Hundreds of flying swords and Taotao Dahe disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, while Jun Mo and Liu Bai's breath also quickly disappeared. weaken.

"In this battle, Jun Mo will lose his arm, but the Sword Master will lose, so there is no need to continue the fight."

Xu Xin's powerful voice sounded. The proud Jun Mo and Liu Bai, at any other moment, would definitely not be willing to accept the announced result, but at this moment, their breath was weak and they could not even utter a rebuttal.

There was one thing Xu Xin didn't say, that is, since both of them were going to fail, it would be better for him to devour and harvest everything to avoid wasting it!
(End of this chapter)

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