The Mo Family disciples were gradually surrounded and killed, causing Six-fingered Black Man's heart to become chaotic. His sword was slightly unstable, and Zhao Mu found an opportunity to stab his sword straight into Six-fingered Black Man's heart.
The Six-fingered Black Swordsman was called back to his senses by the cold killing intent. He used all his strength to move his body sideways. The Tianwen sword slashed past his arm, bringing with it a wave of blood.
The blood dripped onto the ground. The burning pain made the Six-fingered Black Knight ignore the Mo Family disciples who were being killed by the Dragon-Tiger Cavalry one by one. He focused his attention on the man before him.
Zhao Mu stood there, looking calm and collected. His moon-white robe fluttered gently in the breeze, looking otherworldly and elegant. However, in the eyes of the Six-fingered Black Swordsman, Zhao Mu's aura had turned into a whole, connecting with heaven and earth.
There was actually no weakness at all.
No matter how you struck with your sword or which part of his body you attacked, he could instantly gather all his strength to counterattack, causing you to be locked in by his aura and unable to break free. No matter how deep your cultivation was, no matter how high your martial arts were, you would still be slowly killed by him.
There was actually such a terrifying figure in the world. If the news spread to the martial world, it would probably set off a storm.
He stabilized his injuries and circulated the Mohist mental cultivation method with all his might. He let go of all his uneasiness and focused on his Inky Eyebrow Sword. There was only Zhao Mu left in his eyes.
Clang!
With a buzz, the Six-fingered Black Swordsman took the initiative to attack for the first time tonight. Since Zhao Mu's Qi was integrated and he could not find a weak point, he might as well take it head-on. The Inkbrow Sword did not have a blade, but it let out a whistling sound!
The air seemed to have been cut by the sword of the Six-fingered Black Swordsman.
The intense sword Qi shook the void and split into three. Three sword lights actually appeared and enveloped Zhao Mu.
"Good timing!"
Zhao Mu's eyes were filled with fighting spirit. Ever since he came to this world, the Six-fingered Black Swordsman was the only opponent he had encountered that could match him. He also attacked. He was clearly attacking behind Six-fingered Black Warrior.
However, the sword arrived first. Before the sword could reach him, his sword aura had already collided with Mo Mei.
Ding!
Their clothes fluttered in the wind, and the golden and black Genuine Qi swirled around each other. The semi-circular Sword Qi spread out with the tip of the sword as the center.
Bang!
The two of them retreated at the same time. Zhao Mu stomped his right foot and pounced again.
He used the first thirteen strikes of the Thirteen Lethal Strikes in a row. Each strike was filled with cold killing intent, and each strike was sharp and domineering.
The Six-fingered Swordsman responded with all his might. The Mohist sword technique had already reached the point where it could turn something rotten into something magical in his hands. It was clearly a very ordinary sword technique, but it could accurately block each of Zhao Mu's swords.
However, his legs began to tremble. One could see the pressure that Zhao Mu brought to him!
"You are qualified to witness the fourteenth sword of the Thirteen Seizing Swords!”
As Zhao Mu spoke, he thrust his sword forward. The Six-fingered Black Swordsman was shocked. He could sense that Zhao Mu's sword was filled with an endless aura of death. The sword Qi was like a flower petal, beautiful and leisurely, with hidden killing intent.
If he did not deal with it properly, he would die here. He took a deep breath and slashed out.
The Sword Qi split into three, then into six, and then into twelve, all of which shot out.
A glaring sword light flashed between the two of them. Meng Ao could not help but close his eyes. He was a little amazed in his heart. Although he was also among the first class of the Xiantian Realm, he was undoubtedly inferior to Zhao Mu and the six-fingered black man.
Puah!
The Six-fingered Swordsman spat out a mouthful of blood and half-knelt on the ground. Although he did not die from the sword, he was still a step behind.
Ta Ta Ta Ta!
The Dragon and Tiger Cavalry surrounded him. The disciples of the Mo Family had already been killed by Meng Ao.
The Six-fingered Swordsman was furious. He regretted that his decision had caused the 12 elite disciples of the Mo Family to die in this wilderness. They couldn't even go home. His original intention was only because Duke Zhou Wen was the ruler of the world.
He had hoped that with Duke Wen of Zhou around, the dukes would be able to maintain a dignified appearance despite the chaotic battle. But now, it seemed that he didn't just think things were simple, he also did things simply.
But in the end, he had underestimated Zhao Mu's martial arts. Zhao Mu was not only a general, but also a top expert in Jianghu.
However, these regrets were not important because he would soon go down to accompany these twelve brothers. Fortunately, he had already taken in a good disciple, so the Mo family would not have no successor.
Zhao Mu held the sword in his right hand and placed his left hand behind his back. His body was straight, and his black hair fluttered in the wind. His expression was cold, and a powerful killing intent suddenly spread out from the Tianwen sword. This killing intent caused even Meng Ao, who was on the battlefield, to be shocked, and his hair stood on end.
She shivered.
The dark clouds in the sky changed color, and sword qi surged, resonating with heaven and earth. An aura of death and extinction spread out from Zhao Mu's sword.
The Six-fingered Swordsman's pupils constricted. He could tell that this sword attack came from the same source as the previous 14 sword attacks, but its power far exceeded the previous 14 sword attacks. If the first 14 sword attacks were said to be flowers blooming, then it would be a flower.
Then this sword was the fruit that the flower had condensed.
" The 15th sword of the 13 Life-Seizing Swords!"
Zhao Mu shouted and slashed out with his sword!
Meng Ao and the others could not help but take a step back to avoid the sharp sword Qi. The Six-fingered Black Man was the first to bear the brunt of the attack. He let out a shout and unleashed 120% of his power at this moment.
However, in front of the 15th sword, it was completely destroyed. It was as easy as crushing dry weeds and rotten wood. It did not have any effect on blocking.
This was a sword that represented death and destruction.
Slash!
The Six-fingered Black Swordsman's arm that was holding Mo Mei was cut off by the sword qi. His body was slashed by the sword qi, and there were countless sword wounds on his body. It was like a city that had been swept by a storm. There were traces of the storm everywhere.
He stood there with his eyes wide open. A surging aura gathered on his body. Then, this aura suddenly dissipated. The Six-fingered Black Man fell to the ground. His vitality had completely dissipated.
Zhao Mu walked to his side and picked up Mo Mei. If one observed carefully, one could see that his right hand was trembling slightly. The 15th sword was not so easy to control.
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