Martial Revolt of the Nine Heavens

"Ding ding ding ding!"

In front of Wujian Cliff, Wu Qingyuan's offensive became more and more violent. Within a few feet in front of him, Sword Qi was filled, forcing the other Wujian disciples next to him to retreat.

"Shhhhh!"

On the other side, Mo Que uses his finger as a sword, calmly confronts the enemy, and uses various Sword intents obtained from the sword cliff.

"This sword is more than elegant, but not powerful enough. It lacks a bit of courage, which does not match my character."

"The power of this sword is acceptable, but it is straight forward and lacks changes. It is acceptable to ordinary people, but it is easy to be resolved against those who are stronger!"

"This sword..."

Using the Sword intent on the cliff against the enemy, Mo Que felt the difference and the pros and cons of various Sword intents.

What he felt in actual combat was completely different from his own observation. In battle, he could deeply feel the difference between different Sword intents.

"The way of body refinement, abandoned by the world, shows that it is garbage, why does he have such strength?"

At this time, Wu Qingyuan's anger was growing in his heart. Facing a body cultivator with cultivation, he wanted to defeat him strongly and abolish Mo Que. irritable.

"I'm here to show power for the eighteenth floor. If I lose to a body cultivator with no vitality, I will lose the face of the eighteenth floor!"

Thinking of this, Wu Qingyuan let out a low voice, mobilized his vitality, and shot with all his strength.

I saw that in his Dantian, a vortex composed of vitality emerged, which was Qi Sea in his Dantian.

"Leaving Leaves Sword Art!" Wu Qingyuan snorted, his vitality surged out of his body, and he blessed the sword.

The sword in his hand suddenly became erratic and strange, like fallen leaves in the wind, elusive, and he had no idea where his next sword would come from.

"Shh!"

Mo Que had a sword on his shoulder, and Wu Qingyuan's Sword Qi slashed his shoulder, causing blood to flow from his shoulder.

He was surprised to find that the sword had hurt his bone, and the Sword Qi on it was not swallowed by his bone like before.

"It seems that Sword Qi refines bones, and each type of Sword Qi will only absorb one!"

Mo Que understood that during the battle, the bones in his body had swallowed Wu Qingyuan's first Sword Qi, but this second Sword Qi could not be absorbed.

This means that although his bones can swallow Sword Qi, it does not mean that he can be invincible against other sword cultivators.

After the first sword, the opponent can also hurt him.

"The way of body refinement is after all the garbage abandoned by the world. In today's world, only an idiot like you can cultivate!" Wu Qingyuan saw that Mo Que was injured with a sword, and his face was arrogant and sarcastic.

"Have you finished using your sword skills?" Mo Que said without showing any anger, "Then it's up to me!"

Swish!

Using his finger as a sword, he took the initiative this time.

"You want to hurt me just because of your rubbish?" Wu Qingyuan chuckled disdainfully, holding a sword in his hand, facing Mo Que.

"clang!"

Mo Que's finger was sharp and swift. Although there was no Sword Qi in his finger, he had an indomitable aura.

"Buzz!"

He pointed at Wu Qingyuan's sword, the contempt on Wu Qingyuan's face disappeared immediately, and his complexion changed sharply.

The sword in his hand trembled rapidly under Mo Que's finger, and almost broke free from his hand!

You must know that as a sword cultivator, it would be a great shame if someone knocked his sword off his hands.

Wu Qingyuan tried his best to run the vitality in his body, and then he barely held the hilt of the sword, and did not let the long sword go. "Whoosh!"

However, Mo Que's next finger came again, as if he was deliberately waiting for Wu Qingyuan to hold the sword steady before making his second shot.

"You dare to humiliate me!" This made Wu Qingyuan furious, swiftly slashing with his sword, and a strong murderous intent poured out of his eyes.

"Shh!"

This time, Wu Qingyuan slashed out with one sword, but failed to block Mo Que's fingers.

Mo Que's finger was as fast as a thunderbolt. When he swung his sword, Mo Que's finger had come before his throat!

"not good!"

Wu Qingyuan's face changed greatly, he immediately stepped back and pulled away, however, Mo Que came again with his next finger.

I saw Mo Que at this time, pointing out one after another, and Wu Qingyuan was struggling every time he responded, and was forced to retreat by Mo Que's two fingers.

"What's going on? Wu Qingyuan's previous offensive was still so swift and violent, but now he was beaten and could only retreat, without the strength to fight back?"

"Before this, Mo Que's sword seemed to defend more and attack less, but at this time, Wu Qingyuan immediately showed his defeat!"

The people watching the battle beside him were all surprised, and some of them saw the clue.

In the initial fight, Mo Que used his finger as a sword and tried various Sword intents, but he only focused on the defensive.

Because he wanted to borrow Wu Qingyuan and try the Sword Intent, if he attacked at the beginning, he was worried that Wu Qingyuan would be defeated too quickly.

Therefore, after trying various sword stances that focus on defense, what he started to try at this time was the Sword intent, which focused on offense.

"Clang clang clang..."

Wu Qingyuan continued to use the sword in his hand to fight against Mo Que's two fingers.

However, at this time, he no longer had the slightest bit of madness on his face, and there was only awe and shock in his eyes.

The sword he held tightly in his hand seemed to be getting heavier and heavier at this moment, and every time he swung the sword, it was extremely difficult for him.

His arms were even more numb at this time, and every time Mo Que pointed, his sword-holding hand was under tremendous pressure.

"Bang!"

Finally, Wu Qingyuan could no longer hold the sword in his hand, and the long sword fell to the ground. His entire face was completely bloodless, his eyes were lost, and he stared blankly at the long sword on the ground.

As a sword cultivator, Wu Qingyuan never thought that one day, he would feel that every swing of his sword would be a huge torture!

Looking at the long sword falling in front of him at this moment, he didn't even have the courage to pick it up, he just stood there.

"Weak, too weak!" Mo Que still didn't know what to do, shook his head in disappointment, looked at Zhao Yuan, and said, "Is there no stronger person in your Eighteenth Sword Tower? You run back all the way and find someone to come with me. After you settle the account, you found such a thing?"

He still had a lot of Sword intents to try, and Wu Qingyuan was already defeated. At this moment, he didn't even have the courage to pick up the sword, so he was naturally disappointed.

"You... don't deceive people too much!" Zhao Yuan's face was pale, deeply shocked by Mo Que's strength, and only then did he come back to his senses.

"I deceived people too much? Didn't you want to deceive me at the beginning?" Mo Que sneered and said, "I'll give you a chance, continue to call people, and call your stronger disciples from the Eighteen Swords Building, and I'll be right here. wait!"

His purpose is very simple. Since the hatred has been forged, he simply borrows the disciples of the Eighteen Swords Building to practice swordsmanship, so that he can quickly step into the swordsmanship!

"You'll regret it!" Zhao Yuan glanced at Wu Qingyuan, who was lost and had no fighting spirit, gritted his teeth, and left again.

"Is this person crazy? He is going to challenge all the disciples of the Eighteenth Sword Building alone?"

"This man is really bold, if not a lunatic, he is a real evildoer!"

Before Wujian Cliff, all the disciples stopped Wujian and watched the place.

Mo Que is so provocative, the disciples on the eighteenth floor will definitely not give up, no one knows what will happen!