Li Yuanji's pupils tightened. At this moment, he finally felt an extremely dangerous feeling. Li Yuanji, who was about to release the water, at this moment, his body was tense, his waist was heavy, and the thin blade in his hand

A dark burgundy color suddenly bloomed, seeming to cut through the black curtain in front of him.

Even in a critical moment, Li Yuanji did not dare to forget his promise, so he did not fight attack with attack, but continued to choose defense. However, faced with Mo Wentian's unexpected sword, Li Yuanji still could not resist after all.

Damn it, the bloodstains on the back of the hand have been activated instantly.

"Crush it for me!"

Mo Wentian shouted loudly and concentrated all his strength on his arms, and the black broken knife also erupted with an angry low groan, violently rubbing against the air, and even caused a cloud in the air.

spark!

"boom!"

Finally, Mo Wentian's prepared attack hit Li Yuanji's blade without leaving any room. Li Yuanji's figure suddenly dwarfed, and his feet sank two inches towards the competition platform. The thin blade in his hand,

It had been bent extremely hard and seemed ready to break at any moment.

Li Yuanji looked solemn, and the arm holding the handle of the knife began to tremble slightly. A burning sensation like a flame instantly burned Li Yuanji's long sleeves of white clothes that were carefree and dusty.

ash!

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound of metal and stone sounded on the competition stage, making people's hearts skip a beat. Li Yuanji's eyes were even more frightened. Almost in the blink of an eye, a second bright red ray of light erupted from the back of Li Yuanji's hand.

It exploded above, and under this screen of light, Li Yuanji's face was even more demonic.

"puff!"

Mo Wentian's eyes flashed, and a bloody aura suddenly poured over his Rakshasa mask. At this moment, even his eyes were dyed red. This was not his blood, but Li Yuanji's.

The next moment, Mo Wentian suddenly felt that there was nothing in front of him, and the remaining power of the sword fell to the ground immediately, setting off a large amount of dust and smoke. When everyone's eyes became clear again, they saw a three-foot-long, deep line on the competition stage.

A huge ravine of several feet almost cut the entire arena in two!

"hiss……"

A sound of gasping for air rang out, but it was not because of this ravine, but on the other side of the ravine, Li Yuanji's white clothes had been dyed bright red, and a terrifying knife wound between his chest and abdomen was continuously attacking.

Little red rain fell on the competition stage.

However, before everyone could scream in surprise, Mo Wentian's figure had already formed an afterimage on the competition stage. The broken knife in his hand once again opened up a layer of darkness in the air, and then moved towards

Li Yuanji struck again!

"Chopping style!"

Under the Rakshasa mask, Mo Wentian's expression was unusually calm, neither happy nor sad. He seemed to be just doing an extremely ordinary thing. He severely wounded Li Yuanji with a knife, but he still didn't stop. Mo Wentian only knew,

Before the hatred of life and death, all kindness and forgiveness are bullshit. Only killing the enemy with your hands is the law of survival!

A promise of one sword? To hell!

If the second knife can kill you, then just die!

Mo Wentian's figure flew in the air, and his sword power became even more decisive. He did not look like someone who had already taken the advantage, but rather like someone fighting for his life against the odds. All the spectators seemed to feel the setting sun.

As night fell, the light in front of my eyes suddenly dimmed.

Li Yuanji covered his chest and abdomen with his hands. The knife in his hand had already been chopped into pieces by Mo Wentian's knife, so Li Yuanji was completely defenseless at this time!

"Wentian..."

Li Yuanji lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly. He groaned. Only then did Li Yuanji realize that Mo Wentian had launched a second attack. He was suddenly horrified. At this moment, he even forgot

To ask why the opponent's strength had soared to such an extent that he could be severely injured and broken into pieces with one strike. At this moment, Li Yuanji just looked at Mo Wentian with dull eyes.

Is this still the good-for-nothing junior brother?

Mo Wentian didn't pay attention to what Li Yuanji was thinking at this moment. He only had one thought in his mind, which was to chop down the knife in his hand!

After a moment of confusion, Li Yuanji was finally brought back to his senses by the strong shadow of death. Seeing a black curtain of swords fall rapidly, Li Yuanji made the most correct decision.

In the next breath, six bright burgundy lights shot up into the sky, and a mysterious intention erupted from Li Yuanji's body. The eight red lights in front of him seemed to intertwine into a gorgeous flower in the air.

The enchanting rose slowly bloomed under the dark curtain.

Then, Li Yuanji raised his right hand holding the knife. At this moment, there was only a bare handle between his palms, but he still raised his arm resolutely, as if he was holding an invisible knife.

knife.

"boom!"

This time, there was no sound of the collision of gold and stone. The last violent sonic boom was also because the broken knife in Mo Wentian's hand fell on the competition platform again. In an instant, the southwest corner of the competition platform collapsed!

For a moment, the crowd gathered in the southwest direction fled one after another, and there was a chaos outside the martial arts venue. But when the crowd calmed down again, they suddenly discovered that a third figure had appeared on the competition stage.

.

It's that strong man in the Qi refining stage!

It seems that Li Yuanji was tired of his fame. When Mo Wentian severely wounded him with his first sword, everyone was stunned and couldn't believe what they saw. And the Qi Refining in the air

The strong ones are no exception!

So at the first moment, the strong man in the Qi refining stage didn't react. When he took action, Mo Wentian's second sword had already struck Li Yuanji!

At this moment, on the competition stage, the broken knife in Mo Wentian's hand has been retracted and turned around. On the broken blade, pieces of blood are slowly falling towards the ground. The strong man in the Qi Refining Stage is standing on Mo Wentian.

In the middle of the meeting with Li Yuanji, his face was shocked, and he couldn't even say a word.

Because the result is so shocking!

Li Yuanji was not cut in half by Mo Wentian, nor did he die. At this moment, Li Yuanji fell in a pool of blood, with his eyes numb and empty. How could he still be the proud man of Chu State? How could he still be the one who was praised as

The most talented young man in Chu State?

On Li Yuanji's chest and abdomen, a wound as deep as the bones had been opened. At this time, Li Yuanji did not even reach out to hold the wound, because there was a scar that was deeper than the wound between the chest and abdomen.

To put it bluntly, Li Yuanji was even more desperate.

Because the four fingers of Li Yuanji's right hand were cut off completely by Mo Wentian's sword!

For a sword warrior, the hand is always the most important part of the body. Without fingers, how can one hold the handle of the sword? In other words, Li Yuanji is useless!

At that moment, Li Yuanji cast eight command spells, and with a hint of intention that even Mo Wentian couldn't fathom, he raised his hand into a sword and blocked Mo Wentian's fatal blow!

However, even if he escaped with his life, Li Yuanji paid the biggest price, which was that the fingers of his right hand were chopped off on the spot the moment he struggled with the broken knife, and then burned to ashes by the intense heat.

!

Therefore, at this time, Li Yuanji's heart was filled with despair. He was the brightest new star of the Chu State. He was hailed as the hope of Chu State's swordsmanship. He was only twenty years old now and still had a lot of good years left.

, even today was the day when he was about to marry the princess of Chu!

However, all of this was shattered by Mo Wentian's sword!

There was too much resentment, too much unwillingness, and too much anger in Li Yuanji's chest, but no one could vent it. Even now, he could no longer hold the handle of the knife he relied on.

Seeing this scene, the entire martial arts arena suddenly fell silent. Even the originally bustling crowd of tens of thousands opened their eyes wide and could not make a sound, leaving only heavy breathing.

Wow!

His Majesty, the Emperor of Chu State, even jumped up from the dragon throne and stood blankly on the stand. Looking at the figure in the pool of blood in the competition stage, he felt that his blood was rising rapidly.

"Snapped!"

On the attic to the south, the tea cup in Chu Chen's hand fell with a sound. He suddenly heard that the heartbeat in his body was beating violently, as if it was about to jump out of his mouth at the next moment. Chu Chen stared at the competition stage in stunned silence, his hands already

He began to tremble involuntarily.

"Uncle Lin, have you seen it?"

The strong man in the Qi refining stage on the martial arts competition platform didn't know what to say at this moment. He suddenly felt a little overwhelmed. If he hadn't reacted a beat too slowly, this scene should not have happened. However, even so,

How could Li Yuanji be defeated like this?

How is it possible that he failed so completely!

At this moment when the strong man in the Qi refining stage was in a daze, a figure suddenly walked slowly by his side. Looking up, it was Mo Wentian. At this moment, when he saw the Rakshasa mask on Mo Wentian's face, he

Even this strong man in the Qi refining stage felt a huge chill in his heart.

For a moment, there was no obstacle in Mo Wentian's footsteps.

Li Yuanji's eyes were still dull. Suddenly, his vision darkened again. An innate sense of fear suddenly spread in his body. He raised his head with difficulty, only to see Mo Wentian looking calmly.

Stand in front of yourself.

"Brother, I just want to take back what belongs to me! I know that you, like me, always carry important things with you!"

After saying this, Mo Wentian reached out and took out a roll of bamboo in Li Yuanji's arms. This scene was just like the scene in the Mountain of Wasted Swords, except that the two sides of the story were exchanged.

location.

Carefully hiding the bamboo tube close to his body, Mo Wentian straightened up again. He raised his head and looked at the stand not far away. Looking at His Majesty the Emperor who was a little embarrassed, a smile suddenly appeared on his lips. Then, he looked towards

Standing in the stands, he bowed slightly.

"Senior Brother Li is really admirable in the way of swordsmanship. After learning this, I know that I can't win with force, so I admit defeat!"

After saying this, Mo Wentian held the broken knife, jumped lightly, jumped straight down from the competition stage, and walked towards the outside of the martial arts arena amidst everyone's astonishment and uproar!
Chapter completed!