"Mo Chen's possession of the body of the ink spirit is indeed unexpected, but that Yang Wuji is not easy to match, although his temperament is a little arrogant, but since he can become the first person among the disciples of the Xuanyang Sect, his strength naturally does not need to be said. It's not that easy to defeat him!" Han Chen said softly.

When the voice fell, Han Chen didn't think about it anymore, retracted his thoughts, and concentrated on looking at the martial arts platform.

At this time, the situation on the martial arts platform has changed again.

Previously, in the second move, Yang Wouji's amazing power and inevitable sword was unexpectedly blocked by ink dust, and even reversed the situation, but instead shocked Yang Wouji away.

Immediately afterwards, Mochen burst out into a strong attack, firmly grasping the opportunity in his hands.

Yang Wuji, who had lost the opportunity, was trapped in mid-air by the ink dust, and whenever his body was about to fall, a new round of sword qi would be ushered in.

Although the sword qi slashed out by Mo Chen, although it was fierce, it was a little worse if it wanted to hurt him, and when the blood-red big sword was waved, it was smashed without any moves.

The offensive was defused, but he couldn't remove the force of the shock.

So he was like a fallen leaf in the wind, flying with the wind and unable to fall.

Such a result is naturally unacceptable to the arrogant Yang Wouji.

A heart-wrenching roar continued to come out of Yang Wuji's mouth, his arm shook, and the blood-red sword continued to display a series of fierce and thick flame sword qi, attacking Mo Chen.

"Picturesque!"

"Ink without gaps!"

"A sword drops!"

Mo Chen was unforgiving, and the pitch-black long sword in his hand waved like the wind, a sword move. Keep showing it, the breath on the body. At this time, it has completely exploded.

The early stage of the two-star Sword King!

This is the cultivation realm of ink dust, and no one would have thought of it. He hid so deeply that he had reached the terrifying level of a two-star sword king.

The sharp sword qi that exuded this fierce aura continued to splash and poured towards Yang Wuji. Although all of them were smashed under the swing of the latter's blood-red greatsword, the speed of the ink dust had already been reached.

His gaze swept over Yang Wuji's body, and then he looked at the edge of the martial arts platform not far away, which was only about a hundred meters away from the edge at this time. And Yang Wuji in mid-air was only about sixty meters away from the edge of the martial arts platform.

This distance is already extremely dangerous.

Mo Chen knew his strength very well, and he also knew Yang Wuji's strength, if he really fought alone, although he would not lose, he also had no confidence that he could defeat the other party.

The chance of victory is only 50%, and it is a long war of attrition.

He wants to advance. wanted to defeat the other party, for this mixed outcome and no absolute certainty of the way of fighting, he decisively chose to give up directly. Turning around and taking a detour, I chose another.

That is, now this kind.

Winner or loser. It can be that one party voluntarily admits defeat, or it can be that one party makes the other party completely unable to get up. It can also be that one side knocks the other directly out of the arena.

Three, up to any of them. will all be the winners.

It was this third type that Mo Chen chose, using the torrential rain to lock Yang Wuji in mid-air, unable to fall, and then blast it out of the martial arts arena, defeating him and separating the winner.

Boom

The sharp and dense sword rays continued to break through the air, slashing towards Yang Wuji, and then under the swing of the blood-red sword in Yang Wuji's hand, they were all smashed.

At this time, Yang Wuji's face turned pale, and anger continued to erupt from his throat.

He didn't know what Mo Chen thought, but what if he knew? He was now in mid-air, with nowhere to borrow, and he had no choice but to force Mo Chen's attack.

And taking Mochen's offensive is equivalent to falling into the latter's scheme, which is completely a dead end, and there is no way to avoid it.

As for Mo Chen's mistakes, continuous offensives, and stagnation, so as to seize the opportunity to get out, there is no need to count on it at all.

This kind of low-level mistake, don't say it's them, even some ordinary Sword Spirit Realm martial artists won't make it.

Snort

The sword qi was like rain, and the invasion came, Yang Wuji's face was gloomy, and the blood-red sword was swung with a rapid wave, smashing it, and correspondingly, the force of the counterattack swung away, and his figure was shocked back several meters again.

At this time, Yang Wuji's figure had completely reached the beginning of the edge of the martial arts platform, only two or three meters away.

"It's now!" Mo Chen's gaze froze, and his sharp edge, like a sharp sword, burst out.

Boom

The long sword danced rapidly, slashing out eighteen swords in an instant, and eighteen sword qi tore through the air and slashed towards Yang Wuji.

Immediately after, Mo Chen bent his knees and glared fiercely, and the strength surged, the floor under his body instantly sank, exploded, and the rubble splashed everywhere, his figure was like lightning, leaping up, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, the true yuan in his body surged, and there was a trace of the power of the sword yuan, flowing out, attached to the blade of the sword.

With the blessing of the power of the True Yuan and the Sword Yuan, the sharp aura is even stronger, and there is a faint black halo, which comes out from the top of the sword edge, swirling and turning, adding to the majesty.

"The mountains and rivers are overturned, let me go down!"

With a loud shout, Mo Chen's arms were raised, and the pitch-black long sword, from top to bottom, slashed heavily towards Yang Wuji.

At this time, Yang Wuji was in the air, unable to resist at all, and raised his sword to meet him.

The sound of the 'bell' was deafening.

Although Yang Wuji blocked the sword, his body was shocked backwards and flew out seven or eight meters.

He was only two or three meters away from the edge of the martial arts platform at this time, and flew out seven or eight meters, which means that he has already left the martial arts platform, and if he falls, it is the ground, and he is considered defeated.

"Did you win?"

"Wouldn't it be?

Looking at Yang Wouji, who crossed a parabola and fell towards the platform under the martial arts arena, people's eyes were wide and their faces were full of disbelief.

Compared with Xue Wuxian and Lei Lingyun, the strength of this ink dust is quite different, and this second round of the competition, if it really ends in such a market, it will be too easy, and it is also a big irony for those two people!

"It's not going to be that simple, if it's really that easy, you're going to be beaten. Then this Yang Wuji is just a little too wasteful!" Han Chen's eyes flashed slightly, and he said secretly in his heart.

Sure enough, just as Yang Wuji's body fell and was about to smash to the ground, his arm suddenly flicked violently.

Shout!

The blood-red greatsword sliced through the air and slammed into the platform.

Not good!

Seeing Yang Wuji's movements, Mo Chen's complexion changed, and he secretly said in his heart that it was not good, he knew that he had miscalculated.

But this time it has already come.

In mid-air, Yang Wuji's body forcibly twisted, his toes on the head of the blood-red greatsword, lightly clicked, spun, and stood on it slightly.

"Are you doing a good fight, it's my turn!" Yang Wuji held his head high, stood at the head of the sword, looked at Mo Chen, and said with a calm gaze. (To be continued......)