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Intense waves of air sprayed out from the point of contact between the two swords. They cut into the ground beneath their feet, creating horrifying sword slashes that spread outwards like spider webs.
"Pfft!"
At this moment, someone spat out a mouthful of blood.
Following that, Bai Xingwen and the rest were shocked to see He Kuang being thrown backwards from the impact, spitting out blood along the way, as he flew in a long arc and landed heavily on the edge of the forest.
On the other hand, Chu Mo's situation was much better.
He only took three to five steps back. Although his steps were unsteady, he still stood firmly in the end. Only, blood was flowing out from the corner of his mouth.
"Cough ?" "Cough ?"
Haokong and Haokong slowly stood up from the ground, constantly coughing out blood, and dyed the front lapel of the Clothes red. Moreover, it was stained with yellow dust, making it look extremely pathetic.
His expression became extremely serious, his eyes narrowed slightly, and stared straight at Chu Mo, and said slowly: "Good Swordsmanship!"
Chu Mo nodded, and said: "It's just that the Swordsmanship is good!"
"Indeed, it's just that the Swordsmanship is good!"
He Liang didn't admit that he was inferior to Chu Mo, but felt that Chu Mo was only relying on the benefits of the Swordsmanship.
Chu Mo spread out his hands and said: "However, the Swordsmanship that I possess, is a part of my strength."
"You're right!"
But as the fifteenth place in the Fantasy Star Ranking, he still had his own self-confidence. He changed the topic and said: "However, I still have one sword attack that I haven't used, I don't know if you can still take it."
Chu Mo did not mind, he smiled indifferently and said: "Please!"
"Alright!"
Hearing this, He Kuang's body suddenly straightened up, and his whole body's aura suddenly exploded.
Immediately, an extremely resplendent golden light burst out from his body. It was even hotter than the sun at the edge of the sky. It was so piercing that one could hardly keep their eyes open.
And then, he only saw himself dancing with vast and open sword, in the blink of an eye he had slashed out hundreds of times.
In an instant, streams of golden colored sword glows swept up from within the arena. Although they appeared to be in a disorderly arrangement, there was a faint pattern to them.
The sword-net was weaved from the sharp Sword Light, it was incomparably huge, and actually covered around ten meters in area, revealing a tyrannical and peerless power that struck fear into one's soul.
Looking at the golden sword-net in the sky, Chu Mo's pupils constricted, the smile on his face gradually disappearing.
Chu Mo had seen this sword before.
Not long ago, He Kuang had used this sword attack, and used the Swordsmanship to instantly defeat Bai Yang, causing him to receive heavy injuries.
This sword was very strong!
Obviously, He Kuang had already used all of his power and was ready to fight.
Seeing this sword strike, even Bai Xingwen's expression couldn't help but change. He looked at Bai Yang and said: "You should have lost to this sword strike!"
Bai Yang nodded his head, and said: "Yes, your subordinate is too weak!"
Bai Xingwen slowly opened his mouth and said: "It's not your fault. He is a senior Senior after all, and this move has already reached the level of quasi-geodetic scale.
Bai Yang looked at Chu Mo who was in the arena and said, "He should be able to catch him!"
Bai Xingwen nodded and said: "Naturally, he can receive it. I'm just curious as to how he plans to receive this move."
On the stage, Chu Mo's eyes were shining brightly, the Long sword in his hand hummed, as though he was extremely impatient.
"quasi-geodetic scale? It just so happens to be right, and it just so happens to be able to test my Halving Swordsmanship! "
The corner of Chu Mo's mouth suddenly raised into a smile, and the Long sword in his hand suddenly rose up. Piercing cold flames condensed at the tip of the sword, as if it was a burning greatsword.
And then, he slashed downwards, just like a Deity slaying the heavens.
All of a sudden, thunder rumbled and a strong wind blew, accompanied by waves of cheers.
Suddenly, an incomparably powerful fire sword whizzed out from Chu Mo's Scrap sword. It pierced through the sword and shot towards Hao Chang's sword-net like a shocking rainbow.
"Rumble!"
The fire sword and the golden sword-net clashed, and the sound of thunder from the ninth heaven exploded out.
The enormous sword-net suddenly started to tremble, and actually began to crack like a mirror.
With a sneer on his face, Haokong said: "This sword attack is really not bad, but to break through my sword-net, there is still too much of a difference."
However, Chu Mo was not depressed, his body suddenly shot out, the Scrap sword slashed again, the fire sword appeared again, as though a god had descended.
Chu Mo's speed did not change, the swords did not stop, one after another fire swords were released, in a moment they had slashed out dozens of times.
"Rumble!"
"Rumble!"
"Rumble!"
In that instant, the sword-net unceasingly trembled as the fire sword unceasingly descended. It was so accurate that it landed near the first sword strike.
"Kacha!" "Crack!"
Amidst the rolling thunder, the sword-net continued to emit clear cracking sounds, just like a broken mirror.
It was naturally not the mirror that had cracked, but the sword-net of Haokong.
The crack on the sword-net actually slowly widened, just like a road in the middle of a golden light, opening up a very big hole.
Then, another fire sword came flying over and struck the crack once more.
With a "hong" sound, the sword-net burst open and dispersed into sword beams, revealing the person behind it, Hao Kuang.