"Blue Ring, Group of Death......" Qin Yunjiang's eyes widened and he muttered.

The Gu Peak Lord and the others present all shook their heads and sighed, although Qin Yunjiang has infinite potential, he is from a small place like Burning Town, and he is not clear about the vastness of the outside world.

In the primary election, the three people who advanced to the blue ring with a winning record were Pang Buyang of the Pang family, the first dark horse in Dongcheng, and Sheng Lengfeng of Dongshifu.

The strength displayed by these three is now recognized as strong contenders for the top four of the Grandmaster Group.

And Falling Moon Peak Lu Hanyang, in the blue ring, only lost one game, that is, he was defeated in the hands of Pang Buyang.

In this Grandmaster Group competition, it is not surprising that anyone was defeated by Pang Buyang.

What's more, Bai Qinfeng also watched that battle, and Lu Hanyang was only a little short of being able to catch Pang Buyang's third move. became the only exceptional opponent in this grandmaster group competition, defeated by Pang Buyang.

Listening to Bai Qinfeng's explanation, Qin Yunjiang glared, clenched his fists, and said firmly: "I don't believe it!

In Qin Yunjiang's mind, Qin Mo, who turned the tide in the Qin family's internal fighting, would not be defeated.

Lord Gu Feng and the others exchanged glances, they all shook their heads and were silent, they didn't want to hit this simple young man with thick eyebrows.

......

In the ring.

"Qin Mo, you are really stupid and arrogant. How dare you come on stage and fight me?" a cold smile appeared on the corner of Lu Hanyang's mouth, and he looked indifferently at the black-haired young man opposite.

Holding the eclipse moon scimitar, Lu Hanyang stood, wearing a silver robe hunting in the wind, with a kind of arrogance and coldness.

Such a cold and handsome man is the ideal lover in the hearts of countless girls, in fact, many women in the audience have already screamed and cheered for Lu Hanyang.

Qin Mo's expression was calm, holding his sword, bowing his head and pondering.

Around the ring, the crowd of spectators was intent, paying close attention to the two people in the ring.

Those who have watched the primary battle of the blue ring know that Lu Hanyang's strength can be called the top powerhouse of the Grandmaster Realm, and if it weren't for a monster-level genius like Pang Buyang, he would not be able to defeat him at all.

Qin Mo's performance all the time can certainly be called monster-level, but can a monster of the Innate Realm really shake the supreme powerhouse of the Grandmaster Realm? In the hearts of many people, they all felt that Qin Mo had no possibility of winning.

On the high platform, the old man of the sword sat slightly upright and whispered: "This kid's opponent this time is quite unusual, he should be able to use a sword." ”

In the competition of the primary election, Qin Mo certainly broke out with extremely terrifying combat power, shocking countless people. However, Jian Lao was becoming more and more dissatisfied, because he had never seen that this young man had made a sword.

It is true that Qin Mo possessed a terrifying fighting instinct and condensed into a sword seat, possessing an unparalleled talent for swordsmanship.

However, to what extent this young man's swordsmanship has reached, the sword elder knows nothing.

In particular, when Jian Lao heard that the sect of Qianyuan Sect was not famous for its swordsmanship, he became more and more displeased. He was worried that such a good seedling would gradually be eclipsed because he was trapped in a sect and lacked the guidance of a real famous teacher.

"This kid's opponent is not too strong. This young knife hand is very unusual!" Xu Baiyuan said worriedly.

"It's not all your fault! If you had brought this son back to Wild Winter Battle City in the first place, where would there be so many things!" The old man turned his head and glared at Xu Baiyuan, making the latter silent and not daring to say anything more.

In the ring.

"Boy, do you think that in the primary battle of the black ring, you will advance with a complete victory. Consider yourself a member of the strongest echelon of the Grandmaster Group, and I only came out in the second round in the blue ring, so this strength is not your opponent at all?"

"Huh...... , indeed a complete victory record, can bring a martial artist a strong confidence, so that often forget their true strength. ”

Lu Hanyang lifted the scimitar and held it flat in front of his chest, his eyes were so sharp that he shone with a knife, "Tell you, Qin Mo! If I show too strong strength in the blue ring, will you still dare to stand in this ring? I have suppressed my strength until now, just to meet you in this ring and completely wipe you out!"

Boom!

A frightening sword burst into flames, and a sword aura rose into the sky, sweeping away the clouds.

Immediately, a burst of knife sounds spread, and the crowd a little closer to the ring only felt a chill on their foreheads, strands of broken hair fell down, and a blood mark oozed from their foreheads.

Wow...... , The crowd around the ring was shocked and retreated, they were both shocked and frightened, no one could have imagined that Lu Hanyang had such a terrifying power just by breaking out his sword qi.

At this time, on the ring, Lu Hanyang was holding a scimitar, the blade of which was like a waning moon, and a cold knife light was circulating.

Behind him, a remnant moon light and shadow appeared, constantly rotating, round or absent, bright and indefinite.

"[Eclipse Moon Blindless Slash]!" a big master shouted on the high platform, recognizing the origin of this sword momentum.

This kind of knife momentum is one of the strongest killing moves of the Falling Moon Sword King, and it has been rumored that in the last millennium battle, there was a peerless swordsman who used this knife to slash the bright moon, causing the world to be lightless.

Thundered...... , the entire ring was shrouded in cold sword qi, becoming an isolated area.

At this time, Qin Mo removed the [Crazy Moon Earth Que Sword] from his waist, and looked up at his opponent, his gaze was very calm, and there was a faint hint of mockery.

"You have suppressed your strength until now, just to fight me and kill me......?

"Since that's the case, I'll give you a lesson, so that you can be in the same vein as the Sword King of the Falling Moon Peak, and be sober and sober!"

Immediately, Qin Mo's right hand rested on the hilt of the sword, his hand was slender and white, looking soft, showing a jade-like texture.

In the eyes of others, this hand is not suitable for making a sword at all, but for playing a harp.

This right hand, slightly powerful, pulled out the long sword a little, and a wisp of sword light overflowed.

The next moment, there was a sudden explosion of boundless brilliance, which made the eyes of the surrounding people hurt, and they couldn't help but squint their eyes, only to vaguely see that a golden flame with blue sword light swept up, and then it was annihilated by the brilliance.

On the high platform, the top powerhouses of the Eastern and Western Battle Cities were not confused by this brilliance, their eyes widened sharply, and some of them had an incredible color in their eyes.

"This sword is ......" The old sword clenched the armrest with both hands, and Huo Ran sat up straight, "Good sword!

Then, above the ring, the sound of violent wind and thunder erupted, followed by the sound of a blade breaking.

The dazzling light dissipated, the cold sword qi in the ring disappeared, Lu Hanyang held the scimitar in his hand, and made a parry posture, but his eyes were wide open, and he stood there stunned, and the whole person seemed to have become a sculpture.

Qin Mo was standing on the other side of the ring, with his back to Lu Hanyang, the long sword in his hand slowly returned to the sheath, and walked towards the ring.

"But sometimes, when you wake up, you never wake up......"

Click!

The scimitar in Lu Hanyang's hand suddenly broke, and in the middle of his forehead, there was a blood mark, but not a drop of blood oozed out.

Immediately, the blood began to expand, spreading from the forehead to the chin, and the blood began to burn yellow, and then burned, wisps of fly ash floated out of the wound, and then the whole person turned into fly ash and dissipated, without a trace.

This scene made the crowd feel cold all over their bodies, and they felt a cool breath from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

One move!

Lu Hanyang is defeated!?

Luoyue Peak, the supreme genius of the Sword King's lineage, exploded with unprecedented strength under the watchful eye of all people. Countless people thought that this was the rise of another powerful genius of the Grandmaster Group.

Unexpectedly, Lu Hanyang was killed by Qin Mo with a sword at the moment when he showed his strongest combat power!

Jingle Bell...... , When the sound of two scimitars falling to the ground came out, Qin Mo Kankan walked along the stairs of the ring and walked to the bottom of the stage, as before, he wore a long sword at his waist and walked calmly.

However, the crowd around them couldn't help but step back a little, and their eyes were full of awe, watching the black-haired boy walk by.

At this time, Qin Mo stopped, turned his head, looked at a group of young grandmasters in Dongcheng, his gaze paused on Sheng Lengfeng of Dongshi Mansion, and then turned his head and left calmly.

This glance made the robe behind Sheng Lengfeng instantly penetrated by cold sweat.