Emperor of Pills and Martial Arts

These were probably the most domineering words that Chu Mo had ever said in his life.    

However, it was difficult to get the approval of others with these words, especially from Tong Junming who was facing off against him.    

Tong Junming looked at Chu Mo and sneered: "Emperor Heart? With just you? Chu Mo, with your little strength, you actually dare to call yourself someone with a Emperor Heart.    

One hum represented thousands of words!    

Simply said, there was only one meaning: You, Chu Mo, cannot!    

With regards to this, Chu Mo did not argue with him, and was too lazy to argue with him either. Instead, he smiled lightly and said: "There's no point in speaking any further, let's go.    

Tong Junming nodded his head and said arrogantly: "That's right, it is to decide the victor. However, this victory will still be mine! "    

When his words fell, the aura of Tong Junming's entire body exploded forth with a bang. Outside of his body, the icy-blue color of the Ice Armor s became even more resplendent and glaring, and in contrast to the glow of the luminous pearl s on the ceiling of the hall, it caused Tong Junming's entire being to shine like an ice god descending to the world, exuding a peerless domineering aura.    

However, because the Ice Armor in his chest had been cut open by Chu Mo earlier, Tong Junming was unable to successfully repair it within a short period of time.    

To Tong Junming, who was striving for perfection, this made him feel a little unhappy.    

However, he didn't intend to care too much about it!    

Because he was not prepared to defend this time!    

"Buzz!"    

The fan in Tong Junming's hand trembled.    

Immediately, an icy-blue Spiritual Energy whistled out and rushed out along the fan. It arrived at the tip of the fan, and as it quickly wiggled, it congealed into an icy-blue blade that was several meters long and looked like a sword.    

Even though the body of the sword was formed from Icy Spiritual Energy, it had substance to it and gave off an extremely cold and sharp feeling.    

Tong Junming held onto the fan, as though he was holding onto the sword hilt of the Long sword, his aura overbearing.    

"What a strong sword intent!"    

Even Yuezheng Hanrui, who was standing outside the arena, could feel the sword intent that was emitting from Tong Junming's body.    

Fan Haoyu arrogantly replied: "That's only natural, although my senior brother uses the fan as his weapon, in reality, he is extremely proficient in the way of Swordsmanship, and is known as the number one sword in Zenith!"    

Hearing this, Yuezheng Hanrui couldn't help but think of something Fan Haoyu had said before. He rolled his eyes and said: "I remember you saying before that your eldest senior brother was First Day Genius, and now he is also Zenith's number one sword ? I truly suspect that your Zenith only has one genius, isn't it? "    

"You ?"    

Hearing that, Fan Haoyu's eyes were wide open, he was angered to the point of almost making a move, but he endured it in the end and said: "Hmph, I'm too lazy to tell you! Since my senior has already used the Swordsmanship, then Chu Mo is definitely done for! "    

Yuezheng Hanrui curled his lips, but did not refute or argue.    

Although she had never seen Tong Junming's Swordsmanship, Yuezheng Hanrui could still feel how strong his opponent's sword intent was, and it was not any weaker than hers.    

"Chu Mo, you have to be more serious, don't screw up!"    

Silently, Yuezheng Hanrui prayed as he raised his head to look at Chu Mo.    

They just saw, Chu Mo actually took out a tattered Scrap sword out of the Space ring.    

Even calling her a Scrap sword would let down the word "cripple"!    

The sword Chu Mo took out, not only was the blade's blade covered in rust, even the edges of the sword were riddled with cracks of varying sizes. It was even older than the wood machetes an ordinary axman would chop wood for.    

"This guy is probably here to make a fool of himself!"    

Looking at the Scrap sword, Yuezheng Hanrui couldn't help but to hold his forehead with his hands, and almost vomited blood.    

Obviously, Tong Junming's sword intent had already exploded out, but couldn't Chu Mo see through it?    

Obviously, the fan in Tong Junming's hands was a Holy Instrument, could it be that Chu Mo was blind?    

Obviously, you, Chu Mo, are carrying a Holy Instrument sword on your back, why didn't you take it out and use this Scrap sword to fight your enemy?    

[He must be here for fun!]    

Yuezheng Hanrui was truly speechless, he really wanted to scold Chu Mo until his head became soaked in dog blood.    

However, she still endured it as she thought to herself: "Image, image, lady, lady, don't lose your lady image because of that guy. This lady will endure for now and see what Chu Mo is trying to do!"