Chapter 0307: The Three Swords of Qingyun

"The supernatural powers are perfect."

Su Yang's eyes narrowed slightly, and his lazy expression tightened slightly at this moment. From Motai, he felt a trace of unusual smell.

Although the latter only has the cultivation level of perfect supernatural powers, he felt that it was definitely not that simple. At least he had the cultivation level of a half-step cave, or even...

"I'll go."

Tang Feng, who ranked seventh in the Divine Elephant List, said.

"You are not his opponent."

Su Yang and Zhuzi spoke in unison.

The few people were stunned, and then their eyes were all on Su Yang and Zhuzi.

Su Yang glanced at Zhuzi, then smiled and said, "Come on Wang Zhuo."

Zhuzi nodded slightly.

Seeing this, Tang Feng's face was bitter, he held his hands tightly, showing an unwilling look on his face.

He knew that with Su Yang and Zhuzi's cultivation, he must have seen something. Mo Tai in front of him could never have the strength of perfect magical powers. He would undoubtedly lose when he went to fight.

The seven people in Shenxiang City have already lost one game. If they lose one after another, let alone the face of the Lord of Shenxiang City, they will feel deeply humiliated.

Wang Zhuo glanced at Tang Feng with a complicated expression, patted his shoulder heavily, then turned around and walked out, with a bitter cold light in his eyes.

This battle must be won.

For the Shenxiang City, and for himself.

Faced with the sneering of the elite disciples of Jiuqu Tiangong, he must win, fight for dignity, and fight for deep faith.

"The cultivation level of Half Step Cave Heaven, haha, it seems they are afraid. Brother Tai is perfect in his magical powers, so he forced the Half Step Cave Heaven out, a waste."

"I wonder if our four-star and five-star senior brothers will fight later, will they still have anyone? Haha."

"So what about half-step cave heaven? Brother Tai has become a three-star elite with his perfect cultivation, and his strength is far beyond that of the average half-step cave heaven."

Listening to the sarcasm of everyone, Wang Zhuo's heart was like a craze, his spiritual power surged, and he walked towards Motai step by step, and his aura gradually increased. His clothes were swelling, his black hair was floating, his eyes flashed with divine light, and his rage flames were in his arms.

"Are you angry? If you are angry, you will defeat me."

Motai curled his lips and sneered, an arrogant smile appeared on his slightly rough face, and a faint sneer appeared on the corner of his lips.

Even if he loses in this battle, he will not be embarrassed. Because he has perfect supernatural powers, Wang Zhuo is a half-step cave.

Besides, even if the other party is half-step cave heaven? He defeated the guy who is half-step cave heaven in his hands.

Sometimes, cultivation does not represent everything, especially in the genius Xuanzong.

Wang Zhuo said nothing, his eyes slid up.

sulfuric acid!

His sleeves suddenly shook, and a three-foot green sharp edge fell to his palm, and the green sword energy was swallowed and spitted like a small snake.

"Qingyun Ba Sword."

call out!

This was the first time Su Yang saw Wang Zhuo take action. He didn't expect that Wang Zhuo was using a sword, but he didn't see it in the past.

At this time, Wang Zhuo and the past were completely changed. He was like a sharp sword, with the invisible sword tip rotating around his body.

Looking at Wang Zhuo, Su Yang suddenly thought of the guy guarding the mountain when he came in. He felt that that guy's attainment in swordsmanship was definitely a terrifying level.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

With a sword, the wind and clouds changed color. The fierce and fierce green sword energy was like a sword cloud, covering the sky and surging, tearing apart the void and sweeping across the sky.

This sword has strong sword energy and no extra fancy. It is completely used to exert the power of the sword technique with the ultimate power.

"Sword technique, I hate people who play swords the most."

A deep disgust flashed in Motai's eyes and a cold smile.

His feet suddenly retreated, and then his five fingers were clawed. The bitter wind whistled out, and the light of spirit was like a blade, and he was terrified and roared.

He grabbed the Qingyun Ba Sword with his palm, and formed a cage between his five fingers with an invisible momentum.

Boom! Click!

Motai's body shook violently and staggered back.

However, his face became more and more ferocious, his five fingers were as ferocious as eagle's claws, his fierce spiritual light was as bright as thunder, and his sword energy trembled, and a harsh and sonorous sound burst out. The power of the cage in the middle of his five fingers became more and more powerful.

Kak~~~

"What?"

Wang Zhuo's pupils suddenly tightened. In the harsh sound, he felt that the sword was in the middle of his palm and could no longer move forward.

When his wrist was shaken, he wanted to pull the sword and retreat.

However, he only felt a terrifying invisible momentum, sealing his sword tightly in it, and the Qingyun Long Sword trembled violently.

"How is that possible?"

Wang Zhuo looked ugly and was shocked.

"I said that I hate swordplay the most."

Motexen smiled fiercely.

"Not good." Wang Zhuo's heart trembled, his teeth gritted, his spiritual power surged wildly, and his sword energy was like a tide.

"Break it for me." Mo Tai roared, his five-fingered energy soared. He suddenly grabbed it. He actually wanted to use his five-fingered fingers to break the sword.

"Qingyun Fantasy Sword."

Wang Zhuo's eyes were about to split, but deep in his eyes, a hint of joy flashed through the moment Motai squeezed his five fingers tightly.

sulfuric acid!

The three-foot blue cloud suddenly trembled, and the sword roared like a tide, layered into the sky. At this moment, the Qingyun Sword finally grabbed the short gap and pulled away with it vigorously.

The next moment, the sword light was surging, the sword shadows were everywhere, as smart as elves, as beautiful as dances, as real as real as real, and transformed into thousands of illusions.

This sword was agile and mysterious, and a layer of strange sword force enveloped Mo Tai.

At this time, even the elite disciples of the Jiuqu Tiangong were shocked by this sword.

At least, around the Samsung elite, they couldn't help but change their qualities.

"No, Mo Tai is going to be bad. The half-in-one attack he realized was the most feared of was this kind of agile and mysterious magical power, especially the sword technique."

"This sword has already faintly slight sword force. If it goes up to another level, it will be the sword intent. Although this guy's talent is only at the level of two-star elite, his strength has reached the level of three-star elite."

Yes! Yes! Yes!

Under the sword force, the sword light was as bright as the blue sky, and a terrifying energy inside continued to bombard the majestic sword force, and the deafening sword sounded across the peak.

Motai's innocence is strong and domineering, but the most taboo is its agility and mystery.

Wang Zhuo's sword was agile and versatile, but it made Mo Tai angry, gradually became confused and controlled by rage, and there were even flaws in the attack.

When warriors fight, especially when their strength is almost different, a small flaw is enough to determine victory or defeat, determine victory or defeat, and even life or death.

"Ah, I'm going to kill you, my damn sword technique."

Motai suddenly raised his head and roared, and the offensive was a little messy.

Wang Zhuo's eyes suddenly lit up, it was now.

boom!

The spiritual sword in the sky suddenly contracted and returned to unite.

"The sky covers the sun."

call out!

There was only one sword left between heaven and earth, and the unparalleled sword energy strangled the void, like a huge blue sword cloud. It suddenly descended, and the sky and earth instantly darkened, and the scorching sun was dim.

Bang!

Motai flew backwards like a kite with broken strings, falling hard on the edge, overflowing with blood, pale face, and countless sword marks on his body.

Wang Zhuo stood with his sword with a faint smile on his pale face.

Facing Mo Tai's still furious and resentful expression, he said coldly: "You lost."

Motai trembled, opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood. When he rolled his eyes, he fainted.

The venue was silent.

"Motai lost without any wickedness, the other party just happened to restrain him."

After a while, someone whispered.
Chapter completed!