Hearing this, Mo Shenggu's face instantly turned ashen, and he was even more furious.
Mo Han was really too despicable. He actually said that he was using Mo Sheng Valley, one of the seven heroes of Wudang, as a practice. He was simply ridiculous!
"Arrogant!"
With a furious roar, Mo Shenggu changed his move and attacked with all his strength. His terrifying internal strength shocked the fallen leaves on the ground and he did not hold back at all.
Each move was an ultimate move, or even a killing move!
However, Mo Han was neither happy nor angry, neither anxious nor impatient. He remained standing on the spot, like an ancient pine tree in the wind, moving with it.
Some pulled, some led, some entangled, some circled…
Using softness to overcome hardness, using hardness to attack softness, using stillness to stop, using slowness to attack speed…
He directly performed Taiji Fist to the extreme, dispelling the killing moves of Silent Valley one after another, tempering the true essence of Taiji.
As a result, Mosheng Valley became more and more shocked as they fought. They had already used their ultimate moves, but they still returned empty-handed.
Mo Han, on the other hand, was at ease, dealing with whatever came his way. Even the killing moves of Mo Sheng Valley could be easily dealt with under Tai Chi.
He even had enough strength to counterattack decisively and catch Mo Sheng Valley off guard.
Gradually, Mosheng Valley's aggressive momentum disappeared, and their indomitable attacks also weakened. They began to be at a disadvantage and passively counterattacked.
"The Seven Heroes of Wudang, Mosheng Valley, are nothing more than this!”
In the end, Mo Han lost his patience and dissolved Mo Shenggu's killing move. In an instant, he struck out with both his palms and ruthlessly imprinted them on Mo Shenggu's abdomen, directly sending Mo Shenggu flying again.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Mo Shenggu took nine steps back before stabilizing himself. His face was flushed red as he forcefully suppressed the blood in his body to preserve his last bit of face.
Mo Han smiled faintly and waved his hand.""Don't be stubborn, your Mosheng Valley is just so-so. If you didn't use your sword, you wouldn't even be a match for me. As I said just now, I was only using you to practice. That's why I've been sparring with you for so long. Otherwise, how could your Silent Valley take five of my moves?”
That's all!
It was just practice!
Not a match for him!
He couldn't take five moves!
……
"You…Pfft!"
Mo Shenggu's face was flushed red. He could no longer hold back the suppressed blood and Qi in his body. He spat out a few mouthfuls of blood in a row. His entire body became very dispirited, as if he was seriously injured.
Song Qingshu and the other third-generation disciples were completely speechless.
Even Mo Shenggu, one of the Wudang Seven Heroes and their Martial Uncle, was not Mo Han's match. He was beaten up by Mo Han until he spat out blood. How powerful was Mo Han?
Yet, they had actually followed Song Qingshu to find trouble with Mo Han and attack him. Wasn't this courting death?
For a moment, the crippled Song Qingshu and Yang Xiu only felt endless despair.
As for the other third generation disciples, they were deeply terrified. They were afraid that they would be crippled or even killed by Mo Han!
"Alright, alright! Since you're so arrogant, I'll go all out!”
Mo Shenggu said coldly. With a casual wave of his hand, the Qingfeng longsword on the ground landed in his hand. He leaped up and charged towards Mo Han.
With the Blue Edge Sword, the strength of Mosheng Valley's Houtian third stage was undoubtedly revealed, and the Wudang sword technique was even more exquisite.
Before the sword arrived, the cold sword qi already made people feel a heavy chill.
Mo Han nodded and did not act arrogantly. He immediately leaped up and picked up Song Qingshu's sword that had fallen to the ground. He said calmly,"
"I forgot to tell you that even if you use a sword, you're still not my match. Moreover, you'll lose even more miserably and directly!”
"Arrogant! Soft Cloud Sword Technique, Dual Sword Technique!"
In an instant, Mosheng Valley went all out. Two different sword techniques fused together and attacked decisively.
It seemed to complement each other, and its power increased explosively.
However, Mo Han shook his head and said,""It's flashy but impractical, Sword-breaking Form!"
There were no complicated tricks or trivial tricks in the sword attack.
Only one sword directly landed on the flaw of Mosheng Valley and sent Mosheng Valley's sword flying.
Seeing that he had lost his sword, Mosheng Valley didn't hesitate. He made a prompt decision and raised his hand to fight like a trapped beast.
Mo Han smiled and casually threw the longsword in his hand. It flew straight towards Song Qingshu, who was beside him, and landed between Song Qingshu's legs, scaring him so much that he broke out in cold sweat.
Then, Mo Han took a step forward and went straight for Mo Shenggu, who was unarmed.
It was still Taiji Fist, but it was unbelievably fast. He no longer defended, and every move was a fierce attack.
In just one exchange, Mosheng Valley was defeated, retreating step by step and parrying continuously.
Mo Han, on the other hand, was getting braver and braver as the battle progressed. Palm after palm landed on Mo Shenggu's body, hands, and even his face, causing Mo Shenggu to retreat continuously. Every step he took was covered in blood, and he said confidently,"
"This palm strike doesn't distinguish between good and evil!”
"I don't know whether this palm strike hit you or not!”
"This palm strike is to beat you up for covering up for a little rascal!”
"This palm strike is a slap to your short-sightedness!”
"This palm strike will hit you blind!”
"This palm will harm Wudang!”
"This palm strike…I don't like you!”
……
Mo Han was not an honest person with a good temper!
Mo Sheng Valley had come without saying a word. They didn't ask why, yet they wanted to protect their own children. They wanted to stand up for Song Qingshu and attack Mo Han. Wasn't this asking for a beating?
Thus, Mo Han became more and more enthusiastic as he continued to use the perfect Taiji Fist technique.
Trample, send flying, pull back, trample again, send flying again, pull back again…
Meanwhile, Mo Shenggu had already been beaten into a pig's head. He was completely dumbfounded and saw stars. He was completely at a loss.
Seeing this scene, the expressions of the surrounding third-generation disciples were even more interesting. Each and every one of them was as quiet as cicadas in winter, not even daring to breathe loudly.
This was one of Wudang's seven heroes, Mosheng Valley, their seventh martial uncle!
Now that he was actually beaten up to such a state, he probably didn't even recognize Sect Leader Zhang Sanfeng, right?
Song Qingshu's hair stood on end. His face was pale, and he was extremely terrified of Mo Han. He was afraid that Mo Han would do the same to him. That would be worse than death!
"I'm tired…get lost!"
In the end, Mo Han kicked out, and Mo Shenggu really rolled out.
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for defeating Wudang's Seven Heroes, Mo Shenggu. You have received 30,000 points!”
The system's voice rang out at the right time. Mo Yi was still standing in his original spot. His white clothes were whiter than snow, and he looked peerless.
Meanwhile, Mo Shenggu was paralyzed on the ground. His clothes had long been torn apart by the sword qi and were covered in blood. His face had turned into a pig's head. It was a tragic sight.
Then, he spat out a few mouthfuls of blood and collapsed to the ground, looking extremely dispirited.
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