Martial Revolt of the Nine Heavens

From Wanjian Mountain to Qingye City, the journey is less than 300 miles.

After Mo Que came down from Wanjian Mountain, he faintly felt that someone was spying on him secretly, quietly following him.

This is an instinctive intuition. After he first developed his martial arts, his perception of danger became extremely sharp.

"Is it Yun Hanchuan or Ye Chenxue?" Mo Que kept calm, pretending not to know, but he wanted to see when the other party would attack him.

Halfway through the Three Hundred Mile Road, the person in the dark seemed to be waiting for Mo Que to get away from the Sword Tower, and only then did he appear.

"It's you?" Mo Que was a little surprised.

It was neither Yun Hanchuan nor Ye Chenxue, but the third disciple of the Sword Building, Gu Pengyu.

"Hand over Qilin's claws, I will spare you!" Gu Pengyu carried the big sword on his back, as arrogant and domineering as before.

He didn't know that Qilin's claws had been refined by Mo Que, and he was always thinking about it and wanted to take it back until Mo Que left the sword tower, and now he has a chance.

"I didn't go to find you to avenge the past, but you took the initiative to find it!" Mo Que did not forget that this person had previously sent a jade talisman to suppress the matter with the talisman.

In the ruins, they competed for the claws, there was a battle, and the winner was not decided!

"Do you really think that you are qualified to shout with me after you have defeated a few wastes in the sword pavilion?" Seeing that Mo Que did not hand over the claws, Gu Pengyu drew out his great sword.

The Sword Intent on him reappeared. The heavy Sword Intent made everything around him fall to the ground. In front of him, everything seemed to bow down.

Thousands of mountains and mountains, I am the only one!

"boom!"

Mo Que didn't say much anymore, and shot directly, the tyrannical martial body, like a human-shaped beast, took the initiative to charge at this person.

"Looking for death!" Gu Pengyu was furious. The sword that was taller than a human was already huge, and the blessing of the sword glow was even more amazing.

This sword belt fell like a meteor, and the mountains fell, causing the earth to collapse and shake the mountains.

Qian Yue Jian Jue, the heavy sword is like a mountain!

"Shh!"

Mo Que stepped away from the stars, his body was like electricity, and he rushed in front of Gu Pengyu. One fist combined with 100,000 jins of divine power, coupled with the way of the sun, was so powerful that it could smash a hill.

"Boom!"

The two-person battle, whether it is the might of Gu Pengyu's epee or the tyrannical martial art of Mo Que, has astonishing destructive power.

This place soon became a mess, leaving huge pits on the ground, shocking.

"Humph!" Gu Pengyu stomped heavily, Sword intent filled the air around him, and the air became extremely heavy.

When Mo Que approached him again, his speed was greatly reduced, and he was affected by his heavy Sword intent.

"Tenth Stage Mountain!" Gu Pengyu took the opportunity to strike with a sword that weighed ten mountains.

Although it is not the real weight of ten mountains, the power of this sword is already his true ultimate move, and the power of the epee is ten times that of his usual sword!

"boom!"

Mo Que took the sword with both hands and resisted with force. The heavy force of the sword knocked him to the ground.

With a strong martial physique, he shouted angrily, propped up the ground, and returned to the ground.

"You succeeded in angering me!" Gu Pengyu saw Mo Que fighting here, and his face was even colder.

"Baizhongyue!" The power of his sword increased again, and the weight in the air suddenly became ten times heavier!

The heavy Sword intent was pressing on his body, making Mo Que as if he were walking with a hundred mountains on his back. He couldn't get up on star strides, and his speed was like a snail.

Gu Pengyu's Qianyue Sword Art is indeed very powerful, and it is difficult for ordinary people to even raise their heads in front of him.

With a sword, everyone bows their heads, how domineering?

Mo Que originally wanted to use his martial arts to confront the enemy and experience the power of martial arts, but at this moment he finally had to pull out his broken sword and use his broken sword to confront the enemy!

"Boom!"

This place has become even more embarrassing.

When Mo Que has no sword in hand, although his martial art is strong, his attack is insufficient. And when Broken Sword started, his Sun Sword intent was unparalleled, and his combat power was ascending in a straight line.

On the afternoon of the day, the force broke Wanfa, and the sword in the waning evening resolved all the offensives, annihilating all things, and the sword of breaking the sky stretched endlessly.

"Clang clang clang!"

The two exchanged heavy swords. When Mo Que pulled out the broken sword, Gu Pengyu immediately fought and retreated, and was forced to retreat by Mo Que's tyrannical martial arts and domineering Sword intent.

"In just a few days, you have entered the country like this!" Gu Pengyu's face was sinking. The last time he fought against Mo Que, he was still able to deal with the enemy calmly.

But now, when he fights Mo Que again, he is constantly pushed back by Mo Que's Sun Sword intent.

"Shh!"

Suddenly, Gu Pengyu pulled away and opened up the distance.

He stared coldly at Mo Que and roared: "Where my sword goes, all things bow their heads, and all living beings must kneel. No matter how strong your martial arts are, there is no exception!"

This third evildoer, who has always been domineering, has always surrendered to all opponents as long as the sword is out!

But Mo Que did not bow his head twice, and actually pushed him to such a point!

This made the always arrogant and domineering third evildoer surging with boundless anger. As he roared, the earth under his feet centered on him, with a three-foot radius, sank with a bang.

Sword intent is heavier!

"Buzz!"

That big sword, trembling violently, merged with Gu Pengyu's sword and resonated with each other.

He wants to unleash the strongest sword, the Qianyue Epee!

As soon as this sword comes out, like a thousand mountains pressing down, all things in the world will bow their heads!

I saw that in the resonance of the great sword, Gu Pengyu was bleeding from the seven orifices before he could use the sword.

This sword cannot be taken lightly, because in the realm of the unity of man and sword, if this sword is drawn, he will also bear a huge risk.

"No one can stand in front of my Sword intent. Wherever my sword goes, all things in the world must respect me!" Gu Pengyu snorted coldly and cut out the final sword of Qianyue Sword Art!

He was arrogant and could not accept that someone would not bow their heads in front of his Sword intent!

As soon as his sword strikes, all things must be surrendered, this is his swordsmanship!

He wants Mo Que to kneel in front of his Sword intent, just like everyone he met before!

"Boom!"

Before Gu Pengyu's sword could fall, the ground beneath Mo Que's feet had already cracked and sank rapidly.

The weight of this sword is unimaginable!

The blood on Mo Que's body and the bones on his body seemed to have become heavy at this moment, and the pressure was so heavy that he almost bent down, like the sand, stones and grass on the ground, bowing his head to Gu Pengyu!

What a domineering Sword intent!

What a domineering swordsmanship!

Mo Que held his body strong and did not want to bow his head, because if he bowed his head at this moment, it would be difficult for him to reach the top of Martial Dao!

"Crack!"

The sound of broken bones came from his body, and Mo Que's bones were crushed by the heavy Sword intent, but he still stood up straight, unwilling to bend down!

Bone can be broken, but not bent!

"If even the Sword Intent in front of me can't stop, what can I use to kill thousands of miles of rivers and mountains? What can I use to kill the sun, moon and stars?"

Mo Que let out a roar, and the twelve-style Sun Sword intent quickly passed through his mind, thinking about which style to use against the enemy.

Seeing that the great sword fell, Mo Que had no time to think, and instinctively swung the broken sword.

This sword is not any style in the Sun Sword intent, it seems to be simpler than any style, but it seems to be more complicated than any style!

"boom!"

With a sword cut out, Mo Que subconsciously whispered in his mouth: "The thirteenth style, no Yang!"