Martial Revolt of the Nine Heavens

There is a formation blessing on Lunjian Peak, and it is difficult for disciples to learn from each other on weekdays, otherwise this place would have been razed long ago.

Chu Yin is arrogant and arrogant. He fought against people before, but every time he slashed, he could make the place tremble constantly, showing his power.

However, at this time, Mo Que held the blade with one fleshy hand, but he did not suffer any damage.

"boom!"

He held the blade and swung it horizontally. His powerful divine power made Chu Yinkuang, who was holding the knife, lift his feet off the ground.

Such a brutal way of fighting is even more shocking to those watching the battle.

"Humph!"

As a disciple of the Sabre Pavilion, Chu Yinkuang's strength is astonishing, he adjusted his posture in the air, stepped on the monument, the long sword pierced the sun, and then slashed.

"Clang clang clang!"

I saw this place, the sword glowed into the sky, and Chu Yin's mad sword was fierce, cutting out one hundred and eight swords in a row.

During this period, Mo Que always used both hands to fight the enemy, a martial body as strong as a fierce beast, and a hundred thousand jins of divine power, so that he only had a physical shot, and he possessed great power.

"This is the power of Martial Dao? Mo Que's martial art is so powerful!"

"The early stage is invincible, it seems not empty words!"

"He is so powerful just by his martial arts, Chu Yinkuang can't even force him to use his sword!"

On the square, the disciples from each floor saw Mo Que's strength, all of them were terrified, and their expressions were complicated.

Mo Que stepped on the Nineteen Sword Towers in a row, and the disciples in each building were angry and fearful of him, but now the disciples of the Sword Tower are coming so strongly that all the disciples of the Sword Tower can't lift their heads, but Mo Que came to the rescue.

If someone else forced Chu Yinkuang here, the disciples from each floor would have cheered and helped him out, but the one who shot was Mo Que.

"Boom!"

After Chu Yinkuang slashed again, he pulled away.

At this moment, he no longer had the slightest arrogance before, looking at the broken sword that Mo Que still carried behind his back and hadn't drawn out, his face was extremely gloomy.

"You haven't drawn your sword until this moment, do you think I don't have the qualifications?"

With a roar, Chu Yinkuang's vitality became violent, three hundred and sixty-five acupoint(s), dazzling light.

At this moment, the ghost Qi suddenly poured out of him, wrapping around the knife, making the long knife in his hand look gloomy and abnormal.

The surrounding air, the temperature plummeted.

"With the heaven and the earth, sacrifice my magic knife!" At this moment, Chu Yin was mad, his eyes were red, and his face was hideous, as if he was in a demon.

The way of the sword he cultivated is very evil. Every time this sword cuts a person, it will condense a bit of malice between the swords and accumulate into a demon.

The more people he kills, the stronger he becomes, the heavier Devilish Qi in the sword, the stronger the power of the magic sword!

"You are too arrogant, I will take your sacrificial saber and make you regret your arrogant attitude!" At this moment, Chu Yinkuang with red eyes looked like a god, like a demon, and looked like a madman.

He has always been arrogant in front of people, but now this body cultivator dares to stand in front of him without keeping his sword and confront the enemy empty-handed. I don't know how many times more mad than him, which makes him feel humiliated!

"kill!"

With an angry shout, Chu Yinkuang slashed out with this knife, and the black energy on the knife seemed to cover the world, causing the light to suddenly disappear and fall into boundless darkness.

There seemed to be thousands of ghosts crying in the darkness, and it seemed to be the resentment of countless undead who died under his sword in the past.

As soon as the knife was drawn, Devilish Qi in the knife made all the disciples on the sidelines tremble, and if an ordinary person faced it, his heart would be broken.

But Mo Que is very human. He has the sword heart to slash the sky and the earth, and the mere magic sword, which is not enough to frighten him.

He still didn't use the sword, facing this Devilish Qi Senran's knife, his right hand was a fist, and he used the fist to use the sun sword!

"Boom!" The knife and the sword, the power of the magic knife and the power of the sun, collided at this moment.

On the sidelines, the hearts of all Jianlou disciples were raised in their throats. In the past few days, Jianlou did not know how many geniuses had been defeated by Chu Yin’s mad sword.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a little light appeared in the boundless black air.

This light is as thin as the tip of a needle, but as soon as it appears, it expands rapidly, dispelling the boundless darkness in an instant, and bringing the world back to clarity!

Mo Que used his fists to perform Sun Kendo, and with one punch, all ghosts were silent.

Martial Art Breaking Demon Knife!

"puff!"

On the other end, Chu Yinkuang's face was pale, he spit out blood, and his body staggered.

As soon as the magic sword comes out, if he can't cut down the enemy, he will backlash his master. At this moment, he is backlashed by the magic sword's anger, and he is instantly sluggish, and he has no power to fight anymore!

"Who the hell are you?" This sword pavilion genius who was mad at Lunjian Peak before stared at the undrawn sword behind Mo Que, his face sinking like water, and his heart was extremely unwilling!

This person actually broke his strongest magic sword without even drawing his sword.

Hearing his question, Mo Que said calmly, "Disciple of Medicine Building, Mo Que!"

"Pharmacy disciple?" Chu Yinkuang heard the words, his face was extremely complicated.

He didn't lose to the enchanting geniuses on the thirty-sixth floor, but was actually defeated by a disciple from a medicine building?

On the sidelines, the expressions of the disciples of the Thirty-Six Swords Building were even more wonderful.

How powerful is Mo Que to defeat the mighty Chu Yinkuang empty-handed? Let the suffocated them finally let out a breath!

However, he claimed to be a disciple of the medicine building, but he was hitting the thirty-sixth floor in the face.

The thirty-sixth floor disciple, who had been defeated in a row, was defeated by one of his medicine building disciples with his bare hands. Wouldn't this comparison make the thirty-sixth floor disciple even more incompetent?

"Senior Brother Lou, I'm useless!"

Chu Yin gritted his teeth and walked back to the sword pavilion disciples with his wounded body. The previous madness was completely gone.

The angular face of Senior Brother Lou looked very attractive. His eyes were as deep as ancient wells, without any waves, and he looked at Mo Que quietly.

"Can we fight again?" Mo Que felt his gaze and stood proudly, looking back without fear.

Feeling the provocation in Mo Que's words, Senior Brother Lou did not see any fluctuations in his eyes, but just looked at a disciple of the Sword Pavilion who was eager to try.

"Hehe!" The disciple grinned, drew his knife and stepped forward, with fierce eyes in his eyes, licking his lips and said, "If you have a sword, you can't fight the enemy with your bare hands? I have never seen such an arrogant person, but I want to see you. How long can you hold on before you are willing to take out the sword!"

When the words fell, he also shot.

The sword has the way of the sword, and the sword has the way of the sword.

This person's sword path is different from that of Chu Yinkuang. Chu Yinkuang Sword Qi is cold and cold, as if carrying the Qi of Jiuquan, but this person's sword Qi is like fire, extremely hot, and its destructive power is even higher than that of Chu Yinkuang.

However, Mo Que is still not a sword, a domineering martial art, indestructible, with the power of the sun, equally domineering, fierce and unparalleled.

"boom!"

In less than a quarter of an hour, the disciple was kicked back by Mo Que, vomited blood, and flew to the sidelines.

Mo Que looked down at own's right hand and remembered what Qian Yao Lao had said.

"For those who cultivate martial arts, everything is empty, all external forces are empty, and only one martial body is the root!"

When Yao Lao asked him to fight the enemy, he tried not to use the sword in his hand, so that he could feel the power of martial arts and discover the hidden potential in his own depths.

At this time, when he fought the two geniuses of the Sword Pavilion with his bare hands, Mo Que only felt that his blood was boiling, and he had a further understanding of the power of Martial Dao.

With high fighting spirit, he looked at the eight disciples of the Sword Pavilion and said coldly, "Do you want to fight again?"