A sword groan came from the [Crazy Moon Earth Sword], which was not caused by the urging of true power, but the sound of the sword mark in the divine sword.

The long sword trembled, spilling out wisps of light and flames, enveloping the sword body and turning into a ring of light that swirled.

In such a scene, others only thought that it was caused by Qin Mo's urging of real power, but Qin Mo was in the midst of a blazing battle intent and did not notice the movement of the sword.

Bang...... , Qin Mo's whole body swelled in an instant. There were wisps of light all over his body, and they were the flames of light that materialized his battle intent.

Qin Mo, who turned on the "blood and qi boiling", the breath of the whole person showed a violent blazing, like an erupting volcano, full of explosive impact.

"Fight, take my sword......"

Qin Mo let out a low roar and rushed out, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, and in an incomparably violent attitude, he faced the two ice tornadoes that swirled wildly.

Bang......

An astonishing crash sounded, accompanied by a sky of ice chips, followed by a thud, thump...... , the crashing sound sounded wildly.

In the center of the ring, it was as if a mountain collided with two ice tornadoes, shaking the space to crack inch by inch.

Between the two ice tornadoes, Qin Mo's figure tossed and turned, holding the sword in both hands, the sword momentum opened and closed, and the sword was like electricity, and in an instant, hundreds of sword shadows were swung out, slashing towards the two ice tornadoes.

In each sword shadow, there is a fusion sword momentum of killing and defending the sword, the sword shadow cuts through the void, and a strange whistling sound is heard, and everywhere it passes, the space seems to be twisted.

With such a dense sword momentum, it was originally difficult to support it for too long even if Qin Mo opened the "Blood Qi Boiling".

However, in the [Crazy Moon Earth Que Sword], the sword mark continued to flow out of the breath, guiding the sword momentum. The strength consumed by Qin Mo was saved by thirty percent.

Suddenly, the loss of the sword movement and the recovery of the Holy Body of Fighting reached a perfect cycle.

The shadow of the sword in the sky suddenly formed, overwhelmingly slashing towards the two ice tornadoes, as dense as the crashing sound of a torrential rain, and the creaking sound of the blade rubbing against the ice and snow...... , continuous coming out of the ring, like a thrilling music.

In the flying ice chips, blood splashed out from time to time, it was the blood of Qin Mo and Huan Ze, even if it was cold around, it couldn't freeze the blood of the two.

One after another sword shadows crossed the sky, passing through two ice tornadoes, **** towards Huan Ze, cutting wounds on his body.

In the process of carrying the sword, Qin Mo was constantly scratched by the ice tornado, and his body was covered with scars, but he was moving the sword like the wind, and one sword was faster than the other......

Such a battle is bizarre and dangerous, full of madness......

This kind of madness, as long as you look at it, it is as if some kind of war intent in your heart has been ignited and can never be extinguished.

"Roaring ......"

Finally, Huan Ze also roared angrily, as if under the influence of this madness, he condensed into two ice swords and swung them to meet them.

The ice suddenly appeared, showing countless ice shadows, enveloping the world, and it was not until this moment that the crowd realized that Huan Ze's sword skills were also beyond imagination.

Under the attack of the ice tornado and the ice sword, Qin Mo suddenly had dozens of scars on his body, and blood gushed out, covering his body, but it contained a blazing breath, resisting the surrounding cold.

At the same time, Qin Mo's wrist shook wildly, and his wrist almost disappeared, which was a sign of ultra-high-speed sword movement.

Countless sword shadows were like the wind, showing vague shadows, attacking Huan Ze, stabbing nearly a hundred wounds on the chest, arms, and legs of the silver-haired young man.

At this time, the crowd under the ring was trembling, obviously with chills, and the cold air around them was overwhelming. However, witnessing such a crazy battle, countless people's hearts were lit with a hot fighting intent.

It seems that the black-haired boy has a trait that can ignite the fire of war in people's hearts.

"Fighting the Holy Body, 'blood boiling', ignites one's own fighting spirit, and also ignites the fire of war for the creatures in the world......"

"Born to fight, die to fight, such a battle body is opened to the extreme, and it is said that it can penetrate hell with a fighting spirit......"

In the distance, Yincheng and the tall and short men witnessed the battle in the ring and sighed together.

Rumble!

In the ring, a huge sword light rushed up, as if descending from the sky, smashing two ice tornadoes, shattering two ice swords, and slashing at Huan Ze's body.

Whoa...... , The surface of Huan Ze's body cracked, ice chips flew all over the sky, and a figure flew out upside down and fell heavily to the ground.

At this scene, the crowd understood, it turned out that from beginning to end, the surface of Huan Ze's body was covered with a layer of ice and thin armor.

On the ground, Huan Ze fell there, covered in blood, panting violently.

"This sword is so strong, you won......" Huan Ze's voice was still calm, and he didn't have any frustration because of defeat. As if, he had expected this result for a long time.

On the opposite side, Qin Mo stood with his sword on his sword, and he was also panting violently, his whole body was covered with hundreds of wounds, blood was flowing everywhere, and he was about to become a bloody man, but he was standing straight.

The state of "blood and qi boiling" has certainly expired, but the surging battle intent is in the chest, and it can't be dispersed.

"Did you win? Unfortunately, we couldn't find an opportunity to make a breakthrough after all. Qin Mo looked at the sword in his hand, he noticed the abnormality of the sword body, and he also understood what was going on.

But he didn't expect that the effect of the sword mark in the sword made his sword power more than thirty percent, and he could fight to a tie with Huan Ze, and failed to force himself into a real desperate situation.

"I failed to break through this battle, and if I want to seek an opportunity for a breakthrough in the future, I am afraid that it will be difficult to do it in a short period ......of time."

Qin Mo sighed secretly, suddenly feeling that his mind was blank, his body was shaky, and he almost wanted to fall.

In a moment, as Huan Ze admitted defeat in public, Qin Mo and Huan Ze were both carried down.

The crowd around the ring suddenly erupted in deafening applause, and countless people cheered loudly, paying tribute to the amazing battle between these two young people.

In the crowd, the people of the Thousand Yuan Sect hugged each other, and for them, Qin Mo won this competition, and he was even more excited than winning the first place in the grandmaster group.

Because, Huan Ze, the opponent of this battle, is really too powerful, and in the realm of grandmasters, he can be called a monster-level genius.

And Qin Mo is still the pinnacle of the innate ninth stage, and the gap in cultivation between the two is like a chasm.

However, Qin Mo won, and with such amazing sword skills, he defeated Huan Ze and won the victory in this competition.

"Hey, do you know, Qin Mo is my brother, let's grow up together......"

The fat young man dragged the people around him, shouting wildly, his eyes were red with excitement, and he muttered vigorously, "Do you know how hard it is for Mo Ge'er to even the sword? Do you know how much hard work he has put in, how much ridicule he endured, to practice such a sword skill......

On the high platform, the old man took a pot of wine and drank it bitterly in front of the jug, looking regretful and sighing.

......

The other side.

In the attic on the edge of the floating island, Dong Shenghai and Mr. Leng were watching the ring, and the two were still immersed in that battle.

"The fourth stinky boy, since he is so powerful, he showed his true strength early! It made me vomit so many mouthfuls of blood......" Dong Shenghai clutched his chest, where there was still a faint pain.

"Brother Mo is making rapid progress! It's so fast, it's only been long since I was separated from Brother Mo......" Mr. Leng shook his head and muttered to himself.

The two remembered something and turned their heads to look, but they were all stunned.

I saw that in the middle of the bookcase, the black-robed woman was sitting upright, she was holding a pen, turning the first few pages of the white jade book, and then the last few pages, turning around, but she didn't know where to put the pen.

Finally, the black-robed woman put down her pen and said softly: "Qin Mo's list is ranked, let's decide......"

Damn! I can decide again! Why didn't I think of it before......

Dong Shenghai's face darkened, and he suddenly felt that he was too upright, and he should have done this before!

......

On the other side, in a shadow on the edge of the floating island, a pair of eyes appeared as if they were nothing, scanning the crowd, looking for Qin Mo's figure.

"In this battle, Qin Mo has certainly won, but it is also a tragic victory, if both sides are defeated. In this battle for the first place in the grandmaster group, don't worry about this kid. ”

"However, such a terrible boy is really a big threat, and after the falcon tries its wings, it can't let him continue to live in the world. ”

In the shadows, a dark shadow loomed, cold to himself.