Senior sister, don't be stubborn, you are already invincible.

It had been a long time since Mo Wuyan's opponent was seen entering the ring, and the disciples around him were whispering to each other.

"Why haven't you come on stage yet? You won't abstain from voting, right?"

"Senior Brother Mo's attacks were neither light nor serious. Even Senior Brother Zhuge was seriously injured by him. It's appropriate to spare your life."

"I guess Senior Brother Mo's opponent is hiding somewhere and trembling right now, hahahaha!"

"What's so funny? Against Senior Brother Mo, you can run as fast as anyone else."

"..."

The discussion in the audience gradually became louder, and everyone's eyes were focused on Mo Wuyan, while the other two arena battles did not give a single glance.

At the same time, a bright light flashed across Song Ci's eyes, and his figure disappeared like a ghost, leaving only a faint afterimage.

On the stage, the corners of Mo Wuyan's mouth slowly curved.

"Song Ci of Luo Liufeng, please ask Senior Brother Mo for advice!" Song Ci landed and stared at him with a calm tone.

"Ah."

Mo Wuyan nodded indifferently and walked forward calmly, with an unconcealable sharpness all over his body, as if he was the one licking blood at the tip of a knife.

Song Ci held his breath, his eyes alert, and he was on guard, fearing that Mo Wuyan would catch him.

The atmosphere between the two became increasingly strange.

Suddenly, Mo Wuyan's movements were too fast to be caught by the naked eye, and the long sword in his hand turned into a silvery white streamline, attacking Song Ci with a thunderous force.

Extremely fierce.

Song Ci's pupils shrank suddenly, and the wind blew his robes around him. He quickly dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the attack.

Mo Wuyan did not stop, he leaped up again, and the long sword swept towards Song Ci's chest with its scroll.

This move is simple and direct, but it also contains murderous intent.

His moves are quick, accurate and ruthless, without any sloppiness. Every move is full of murderous intent.

Song Ci frequently used escape techniques to narrowly escape one calamity after another.

The audience was dazzled and swallowed nervously.

This is just the beginning!

"Tsk, Senior Brother Mo is so fierce."

"Anyone else would have been shattered into pieces by this kind of offensive, but Song Ci is still standing alive and kicking."

"Song Ci has done a good job in studying escape techniques."

"It's a pity. The gap between the two is too big and they are destined to lose."

"..."

Mo Wuyan swept forward with a sword, carrying a strong wind that hit his face. Song Ci frowned and his body suddenly shifted to the right.

"boom!"

The long sword struck the ring, stirring up bursts of dust.

Song Ci turned his heel slightly, used the force to rebound, and flew a hundred meters away in an instant, landing firmly in a safe position.

Then countless ice picks were thrown at him. Song Ci's eyelids twitched and he quickly used his escape technique to leave the place.

However, Mo Wuyan seemed to have accurately calculated his whereabouts. The moment his body moved away, he swung his sword and struck him with a thunderous explosion.

Song Ci's body swayed, his head was dizzy, he staggered, and almost fell.

Mo Wuyan took advantage of the victory to pursue, and used all the magic techniques in his hands, and the dense magic techniques enveloped the entire arena.

Song Ci didn't know how to resist at all.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes full of determination, flipped his wrist, and threw out a fireball.

The fireball technique was like a spiritual snake, spinning in mid-air, circling, and shooting straight towards Mo Wuyan.

Mo Wuyan raised his eyebrows lightly, stretched out his hand, and the fireball technique suddenly turned around halfway and shot directly at Song Ci.

Seeing this, Song Ci's expression changed drastically, and he quickly used concrete to form a shield in front of him.

However, as soon as the earth shield emerged, it was defeated by Mo Wuyan's spell.

Song Ci's heart skipped a beat and he hurriedly moved out of the way, barely avoiding the fireball technique.

"Hey~"

The fireball hit the ground, creating a deep crater.

Song Ci was secretly stunned. If this hit someone, wouldn't it be burned to a crisp?

Thinking of this, a chill ran down his spine and he was dripping with cold sweat.

While he was still thinking, Mo Wuyan was already holding up the long sword. The spiritual energy around his body surged crazily, converging on the long sword, and the sword's body glowed with a dazzling golden light.

"Buzz-"

The long sword screamed, making Song Ci's eardrums buzz.

It carries the power of destroying the heaven and the earth, exuding a strong violent aura, like Shura coming to the world.

With this hand gesture, Song Ci recognized at a glance that this was the 'shattering sword' that he had been practicing for more than half a year!

He wanted to use escape skills to escape, but his body seemed to refuse to obey him. He even felt a gloomy coldness locking him tightly, as if countless hands were strangling his neck. The suffocation became more and more serious, making him Almost out of breath.

"Senior Brother Mo has used his killer move!"

"I didn't even use it when I was competing with Senior Brother Zhuge. Now I'm competing with Junior Brother who is in the Qi Refining Stage and I actually used it. It's over. Junior Brother Song Ci is dead."

"Senior Brother Mo's sword is enough to kill him instantly. He will definitely not be able to escape."

There were sighs from the audience.

Help, help, help... help, senior sister...

Song Ci's face was pale, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, his throat was dry and painful, and he could only recite crazily silently in his heart.

I hope my senior sister can save his life.

Mo Wuyan looked ruthless and raised his sword to swing away.

Seeing the sword blade close at hand, Song Ci closed his eyes and held the sword in front of him. His heart was beating violently, as if it would burst in the next second.

He pursed his lips tightly, waiting for the pain to come.

"Oh!"

A loud noise was deafening, and Mo Wuyan, who was attacking with his sword, was knocked back several meters.

In full view of everyone, Mo Wuyan's full blow did not cause any damage to Song Ci. On the contrary, the moment it touched Song Ci, it was backfired.

"hiss!"

The spectators gasped and were dumbfounded.

The collective was petrified.

"W-What's going on? The 'shattering sword' that Senior Brother Mo is most proud of can't cause any harm to that kid?"

"Am I not blind? Junior Brother Song is fine at all?!"

"Junior Brother Song Ci is not only excellent at escaping, but his defense is also top-notch?"

"No matter how good his defense is, he is only in the middle stage of Qi refining!"

The auditorium exploded, and everyone was stunned.

Mo Wuyan on the court was still staring at Song Ci with a calm expression on the surface, but his heart was already turned upside down.

Very confused.

With this attack, he surpassed the level and killed the Golden Core cultivator.

Although the monk had just formed an elixir not long ago.

But even a cultivator in the golden elixir stage can kill him, but a small Qi refining stage, he is actually unscathed? !

Can't understand.

Song Ci was also stunned for a moment.

Accumulating such a terrifying blow, and then—that’s it?

He lowered his head and looked at the sword in his hand, and soon understood the reason.

Senior sister's sword is really useful!

What the senior sister said was [-]%, she didn't deceive him!

Come and don't go indecent.

Song Cijie laughed long and hard: "Senior brother, it's my turn!"

Before he finished speaking, he held a long sword in his hand, his body suspended in the air, his long hair dancing, and his whole body was filled with terrifying murderous aura. The sword aura was raging in all directions, and the surrounding vegetation and leaves exploded one after another.

Mo Wuyan frowned and did not dare to neglect. He immediately adjusted his mentality and tightened his grip on the sword in his hand.

The spiritual energy around him became extremely restless. Song Ci raised his arm and his long sleeves cut through the air, leaving afterimages.

Suddenly there was lightning and thunder in the sky, and a dark cloud covered the square.

A sudden strong wind blew up sand and fallen leaves, making the smoke and dust on the ring thicker and blurring the vision.