Of course Mo Huasong was not polite, Sixth Brother must die, there is no need to live anymore.

"Whoosh." Mo Huasong flicked his finger, and an air blade shot directly over, blowing Brother Six's head off.

Lu Kecheng nodded: "Your name is Mo Huasong, right? I will use all my strength when I attack, so take care of yourself."

"Well, come on." Mo Huasong nodded and stood there.

"You don't use weapons?" Lu Kecheng looked at Mo Huasong strangely. "In your hand is a small black knife refined by Master Ba Tian. It is said to be very sharp."

Mo Huasong shook his head and said: "It's useless. The black sword on your back is already a spiritual weapon. The little black sword can't handle it."

No matter how powerful his refining skills are, it is impossible to refine some scrap iron into a weapon that is more powerful than a spiritual weapon.

The little black knife can cope with the attack of the magical weapon, which is already beyond the level.

"Can you tell the level of the black sword behind me?" Lu Kecheng finally became less calm and his expression changed a bit.

Not to mention Mo Huasong, even in the world of cultivation, not many masters can tell what kind of weapon the black sword behind him is.

Many people think it is just a piece of black iron, not even a magic weapon.

Because if it is a magic weapon, it must at least have low-level runes or something.

And his black sword is just like an ordinary sword made from a piece of black iron, there is nothing special about it.

However, only he knows that this is a sword he polished with his own swordsmanship.

It used to be black iron, but later it became a magical weapon. Now that his swordsmanship has improved, he can polish the magical weapon into a spiritual weapon.

The black sword, which cannot even be seen by masters in the world of cultivation, was actually seen by this young man. Why didn't Lu Kecheng be shocked?

"Come on, let's see what you can do?" Mo Huasong sneered.

"You really don't use weapons?" Lu Kecheng asked.

"No need." Mo Huasong shook his head.

Lu Kecheng said coldly: "If that's the case, then I'll take action. I always use a sword. I don't care whether others have weapons or not, and no matter how many people they have, I will strike with all my strength."

"Well, you go ahead and take action. I'll give you three moves." Mo Huasong wanted to see how his seventh-level body refining technique was doing and whether he could withstand Lu Kecheng's black sword.

Mo Huasong floated lightly and landed in the open space in front of him.

When he fights with Lu Kecheng, he cannot hurt other people.

The female bodyguards wanted to come over to help Mo Huasong, but he waved his hand and told them not to act rashly.

If Mo Huasong read it correctly, Lu Kecheng is very powerful and can kill a master master with one sword.

"Whoosh." Lu Kecheng didn't say much. The black sword on his body suddenly flew up, and in a flash of lightning, the blade struck Mo Huasong's side.

That lightning speed made the expressions of the two female bodyguards change drastically.

Fast, too fast.

If this sword had attacked them, they would have fallen to the ground dead by now.

At the same time, Butler Wu's face changed drastically. He didn't expect there to be such a powerful master in the world. Could it be that Lu Kecheng was a master of Grandmaster martial arts?

"Humph, Mo Huasong, I think you are dead this time." Butler Wu felt a little happy in his heart.

Mo Huasong didn't take any action and still stood there.

Lu Kecheng's pupils narrowed, but he did not hesitate and continued to attack Mo Huasong's body.

"Bang." Mo Huasong's chest was hit by the black sword, and there was a sound like thunder.

Mo Huasong also took a dozen steps back before he stabilized his figure.

At this time, a small hole had been punched in Mo Huasong's chest, and blood was flowing out.

"You, you are just injured?" Lu Kecheng's face became solemn.

He couldn't see Mo Huasong's strength just now and thought that Mo Huasong wasn't much stronger.

But now when he took action, he found that Mo Huasong did not resist and allowed him to attack, but Mo Huasong did not die.

Just now, Lu Kecheng thought that Mo Huasong was just talking and didn't have much ability.

But he doesn't care how much Mo Huasong brags, he challenges different masters with the goal of practicing swordsmanship.

No matter whether the opponent's martial arts is high or low, male or female, old or young, he will strike with all his strength.

Lu Kecheng originally thought that he would kill the arrogant Mo Huasong with one sword, but he did not expect that Mo Huasong would not die with this sword strike.

"This is just a trivial matter." Mo Huasong chuckled softly: "Come on, there are two more tricks."

Mo Huasong summoned his true energy and used the seventh level of physical refining to cover his body. The wound that caused a small hole in his chest immediately began to recover.

"You are indeed capable." Lu Kecheng sneered and took action again with the black sword in his hand.

Still at the same speed as before, people couldn't see clearly that the black sword had already struck Mo Huasong's body.

However, this time when Lu Kecheng's black sword hit Mo Huasong, it only knocked him back a few steps, and there was no blood on his chest.

"Have fun, come again, Lu Kecheng." Mo Huasong shouted excitedly.

This seven-level body refining technique is to treat Mo Huasong's body as a piece of iron and let others work hard to temper it.

As long as Mo Huasong can endure it without being beaten, the benefits he will gain will be huge.

After Mo Huasong withstood Lu Kecheng's sword just now, his body has changed and his ability to withstand stress has become much stronger.

Therefore, Lu Kecheng's identical second sword did not pose much of a threat to Mo Huasong.

Mo Huasong smiled and said: "Lu Kecheng, you still have a third sword, please help me."

"Don't be arrogant." When Lu Kecheng heard Mo Huasong's ridicule, he raised his right hand angrily, poured all his energy into the black sword, and continued to attack Mo Huasong.

"Break." Mo Huasong promised to give Lu Kecheng three moves, so he did not take action, but he gathered his own energy in his body to break Lu Kecheng's attack.

"boom."

Lu Kecheng felt that his attack this time was not as vigorous as before. When the black sword landed on Mo Huasong's body, there was a rebound force that bounced his black sword away.

"Kick, kick, kick." Lu Kecheng stepped backwards for the first time. After a few steps, he stabilized his steps.

Butler Wu was secretly shocked. Oh my god, what kind of strength is Mo Huasong? Is he a master of martial arts?

Even for a master like Lu Kecheng, he could make three moves and use his own body to rebound Lu Kecheng to take a few steps back.

This kind of terrifying strength was something he had never seen before. Butler Wu clenched his fists tightly, Mo Huasong was even scarier than he imagined.

"You, are you doing body refining?" Lu Kecheng's eyes were filled with surprise. "You must not be from this world."

"Why?" Mo Huasong asked.

Lu Kecheng took the black sword back into his hand and said coldly: "Because no one in the world has the ability like you."

Mo Huasong shook his head: "You are too self-righteous. Do you think the earth is bad? If it is, you shouldn't come here to practice."

Lu Kecheng sneered and said: "You don't know the purpose of my coming to the earthly world, which is to suppress my own strength. In this way, when I return to the world of cultivation, my strength will become several times stronger than before, even ten times stronger.
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