The full-level Demon Venerable was forced to obey

As soon as Cheng Mochi finished speaking, he stepped into the barrier.

However, everyone present had different expressions, their eyes wandered back and forth between Cheng Mochi and Chu Shiluo, and then they all looked back.

In the enchantment, Cheng Mochi looked relaxed and at ease, and walked slowly to the center of the preparation area to stand. Opposite him, Fuchen had already stood still with a sullen face.

"Cheng Mochi." Fu Chen read out his name word by word, and the corners of his lips twitched viciously, and said, "I'm not Li Qinghe, I won't show mercy."

Cheng Mochi smiled lazily and said, "Oh."

Fuchen felt that he had hit the cotton with a stick, not to mention that he didn't hurt the other party at all, but made himself feel depressed.

He gently grasped his right hand, and a long sword glowing red appeared in the palm of his hand. Before the long sword was unsheathed, a trace of spiritual power overflowed from it.

All-out sword.

Cheng Mochi stared at the sword twice more, Xin Dao is worthy of being a disciple of Lingqi Peak, a floating dust who is only in the foundation building stage, can hold this sword that ranks in the top three among the five worlds.

Seeing him staring at his divine sword in a daze, the smile on Fu Chen's face deepened.

He raised his sword and pointed it at Cheng Mochi, saying: "See clearly, let's see how this sword will cut off your vitality later."

When he said this, he didn't deliberately restrain his voice, so everyone present heard it clearly.

It's just that they only thought it was Fuchen scaring Cheng Mochi. After all, in the competition within the sect, disciples can't really make fun of their lives.

Cheng Mochi looked back with great interest, he knew that Fuchen really wanted to get rid of him.

For a moment, he was distracted to think why Fu Chen hated him so much, was it because he was close to Chu Shiluo, which made Fu Chen want to kill, or was it because of some other reasons?

Cheng Mochi squinted his eyes, feeling the malicious killing intent emanating from the floating dust.

Although the difference between the two of them is only one level, the difference of one level is often an insurmountable gap. In the eyes of everyone, this is a contest without any suspense, and the winner must be Fuchen.

Cheng Mochi turned a blind eye to Fuchen's killing intent, and he did not sacrifice so early like Fuchen.

This scene looked a little weird in the eyes of others.

Someone gloated and said, "What's the matter? Why didn't the younger brother sacrifice the sword? Could it be that you haven't got it yet?"

"No way? He lives in Lingjian Peak, how could he not have a sword?"

"I can't say for sure." Someone said with reason and evidence, "After the little uncle came back, he was in retreat, and he came directly to participate in the big competition when he woke up. Maybe he really forgot to take him to choose?"

Chu Shiluo heard these words in his ears, but he didn't respond at all, which disappointed everyone who wanted to see some clues from him.

But something suddenly came to his mind. Before he came, he only asked Cheng Mochi how he pulled out those swords, but he forgot to ask him if he had chosen the saber he had in hand.

Chu Shiluo's worried mood disappeared without a trace when he saw Cheng Mochi standing relaxed in the barrier.

Cheng Mochi is very smart, if he dares to promise himself that he can win, then he must be very sure, there is no need to worry.

Suddenly, the bell that shook the valley rang again, and the competition officially started!

Fuchen's expression froze, and the All-powerful sword was unsheathed in an instant, and the dazzling sword light accompanied his full blow, and slashed straight at Cheng Mochi.

Everyone standing outside the barrier was shocked.

"Senior Brother Fuchen has absolutely no room for it!"

"It's too much, how could my junior brother withstand such an attack!"

"Why doesn't he hide? Isn't he too scared to hide?"

Cheng Mochi did not move, he looked at the terrifying sword light, and felt strange feelings in his heart.

In the eyes of everyone, the sword qi was cutting rapidly, but in his eyes, it was extremely slow. Even the attack seemed to be weakened when it was approaching him.

Cheng Mochi had never felt this way in his last life, as if he could easily take this attack.

Thinking about it, he raised his hand, gathering spiritual energy in his palm.

"What is he thinking? Isn't he trying to take this full blow with his bare hands?"

The full blow of the monks in the foundation building stage, coupled with the strength of the powerful sword itself, which is ranked among the top three in the five realms, the spiritual power generated by this blow cannot be underestimated.

Such a fierce attack, even a monk in the Bigu period would not dare to meet it with his bare hands so arrogantly. This junior brother who has just started is probably about to perish today.

Everyone stretched their necks to look at Cheng Mochi, and some disciples couldn't bear to look at it, so they turned their faces away.

Cheng Mochi didn't know about this, he felt the spiritual power in his body surge, and the aura gradually became stronger, unexpectedly subtly suppressing his demonic veins, and swam rapidly around him.

The primordial dagger standing in his sea of ​​consciousness began to buzz, shaking his consciousness urgently, as if he wanted to rush out.

Not only did this humming with sword intent not make Cheng Mochi feel painful, but it gave him a very familiar feeling, as if this Hongmeng dagger should belong to him.

No, it should be said that he and Hongmeng should be one body to be more accurate.

This feeling was strange, causing Cheng Mochi to enter a state of ecstasy for a while. It was somewhat similar to the fusion of swords and swords, but it seemed different.

In Cheng Mochi's eyes, this process was extremely slow, but in the eyes of others, it was just an instant.

In the blink of an eye, the sword intent of the All-Living Sword rushed to Cheng Mochi, with a killing intent that made hair stand on end. When the sword energy touched Cheng Mochi's palm, a dazzling white light lit up from the contact point, The world changed color for it.

Everyone covered their eyes in pain, and some with low cultivation bases cried out in pain.

Wei Shunzhi's breath was suffocated, and he quickly squeezed a formula with both hands, and the barrier below became even stronger.

The several peak masters all looked serious, using various spells to protect their disciples at the top of the peak.

Chu Shiluo frowned slightly, staring closely at the barrier, then heaved a sigh of relief, and his brows relaxed a little.

He saw the dazzling fairy light, but he didn't know why the light didn't make him feel uncomfortable. Not only that, when he looked into the barrier, he even vaguely saw Cheng Mochi's figure.

He stood there, holding something in his hand, and was looking at it curiously.

Cheng Mochi didn't even move his footsteps. He looked down at his palm, where there was a ball of white light trembling tremblingly, as if frightened.

This seems to be a sword spirit that has not yet formed, it is the sword spirit of the fighting sword.

Sword spirits are extremely rare. From ancient times to the present, there have been divine swords, but there are only ten famous divine swords in the world. Among these ten swords, only five gave birth to sword spirits.

These sword spirits absorb the aura of heaven and earth, and it will take thousands of years of chaos before they can become ignorant and wise, similar to a one-year-old child.

Since the beginning of the world, there is only one sword spirit named Chaos that can transform into a human form. He is now in the rank of immortals, and he is the god of war sitting in the heavenly palace.

This Martial God has never made a move, but even Cheng Mochi, who has achieved great magic skills in his previous life, is quite afraid of him, and he is the only one who can be called an opponent by him.

Although those unformed sword spirits are far from this level, their strength is already much stronger than that of sword cultivators in the Dacheng period. It is only because their spiritual intelligence is immature that they are willing to accept monks as masters.

And the one in Cheng Mochi's hand is obviously the sword spirit of fighting with wisdom.

It stands to reason that it should be stronger than Cheng Mochi. Even if his master, Fuchen, is only at the foundation building stage, its own power alone is enough to kill Cheng Mochi invisibly.

But now, Cheng Mochi held this group of sword spirits in the palm of his hand, as if he had seen some terrifying monster, and was so frightened that he trembled.

Cheng Mochi pinched the ball of white light, it was as soft as dough.

"You, let him go!" Fuchen knelt down opposite Cheng Mochi, leaning on his sword with both arms so as not to get down.

Cheng Mochi looked up at him, with a half-smile, and slightly squeezed the sword spirit tightly with his palm.

The piercing scream of the sword spirit resounded from the barrier, shaking the valley.

Fuchen seemed to feel something in his heart, and his face became more and more painful. He roared: "Let it go! I'll kill you!"

His eyes were red, his face began to contort, his whole body trembled, and traces of black magic energy ooze from his body.

Cheng Mochi was stunned, the sword spirit in his hand seized this opportunity, turned into a cloud of smoke, and fled back to the sword in Fu Chen's hand.

At the same time, the All-Power Sword glowed bright red, and a bloody and strange aura filled the barrier.

Cheng Mochi frowned, his expression became serious.

This change caused all the white light that originally covered the barrier to dissipate, and everyone finally saw the scene inside the barrier again.

What shocked them was that they didn't see Cheng Mochi being cut in half, but Fuchen with red eyes and full of demonic energy.

"Brother Fuchen, this is..."

The disciples were shocked and said: "Obsessed! Besieged!"

Wei Shunzhi's face was extremely ugly, he said in a deep voice: "The competition is over! Stop it!"

His words were only heard by the disciples outside the barrier. The floating dust inside the barrier had a distorted expression and a weird smile on his lips. He tilted his head and said vaguely: "Today, I will send you on your way !"

Cheng Mochi's eyes were filled with a dark fog of magic that slowly rose, but he suppressed it before it could be revealed.

He said why a magic sword is called "strengthening force", such a hostility, it really only has a magic sword.

Looking at it now, Fu Chen's disposition is so melancholy, more or less influenced by the sword spirit, this sword has become enchanted with Fu Chen.

Everyone outside the barrier was calling Cheng Mochi to come out quickly so that Wei Shunzhi could deal with the floating dust, and Li Qinghe was also calling him anxiously.

Cheng Mochi looked up into the air, but seeing that Chu Shiluo was different from the others, he just nodded slightly.

Cheng Mochi chuckled and looked away.

Chu Shiluo still understood him.There is too much demonic energy in his body, if he really wants to maintain the balance between the two channels of immortality and demon in his body, he must learn to control the demonic energy.

Just like just now, when he saw the powerful demonic energy in Fu Chen, the demonic energy in his body also began to agitate, and he almost lost control.

Therefore, what he has to learn now is not to be disturbed by the devil energy, and right now he is just practicing with the floating dust.

Cheng Mochi stepped forward, and slowly walked towards the floating dust opposite, a soft sword suddenly appeared in the palm of his right hand.

The blade of the sword was as thin as a cicada's wing, and the exquisite black jade hilt was tightly held by his knuckle-knuckle hands, as if it was born to fit his palm.

"It's scolding!" Someone shouted in shock.

It was only then that everyone remembered that the handle in his hand was indeed a scold!All the disciples of Wangchuan Sect, there is not a single one who does not know how to rebuke.

When they enter the sword cave to choose a sword, almost everyone will be attracted by it, and try their best to pull it out, but no one succeeds.

They thought it might be difficult for Chi Zhe to wait for its master, but they didn't expect it to choose Cheng Mochi!

Before everyone was surprised, they saw Fuchen in the enchantment rushing towards Cheng Mochi with a sword in hand.

Cheng Mochi didn't dodge or dodge, with an easy turn of his right wrist, Chi Zhe directly met up with Zulli.

When the two divine swords touched, there was a crisp sound of "ting", and the majestic spiritual power mixed with the terrifying devil energy shook, shaking the entire barrier.

"Stop!" Wei Shunzhi yelled, with a breath of depression filling his chest.

He blushed and coughed a few times, seeing that Fuchen and Cheng Mochi were disobedient, he turned his head to look at Chu Shiluo, and shouted: "Quickly tell your apprentice to stop!"

Chu Shiluo glanced at him lightly, and said: "Senior brother, can't you see? It was your apprentice who killed Xiao Chi, and he was just protecting himself."

The implication is that he asked Cheng Mochi to stop, just to let him go to a dead end, and it was Fuchen who should have stopped now.

Wei Shunzhi's complexion was getting darker and darker, but Cheng Yu also persuaded him: "Brother, let Fuchen stop. He is obviously disturbed by the magic sword, so he can control it early!"

Wei Shunzhi gritted his teeth and lowered his eyes to look at the enchantment below.

His expression was gloomy, and he didn't know what he was thinking about, but before he could figure out why, something strange appeared in the barrier again.

I saw that Fu Chen's whole body was filled with devilish energy, which was so strong that it directly shattered the barrier.

The barrier that existed for a hundred years just shattered like this, but all the disciples just flew out of the peak with their swords, standing in the air, not in the mood to feel sorry for the barrier, but still staring at the battle situation without blinking.

At this moment, Cheng Mochi was obviously at a disadvantage. Seeing a sword intent mixed with surging devilish energy approaching his eyes, Cheng Mochi did not hide at all.

The corners of his lips rose slowly, like a hunter who saw his prey in a trap, and was content to draw the net.

Everyone saw that Cheng Mochi suddenly threw out the Chizhe, and the Chizhe circled in the air, then doubled in size, and stood firmly in the air.

Cheng Mochi tapped his toes, leaped onto Chizhe lightly, and managed to hold the sword in a state that has not yet reached the foundation establishment!

"It's impossible..."

Someone murmured, his face full of shock.

Fuchen couldn't hurt Cheng Mochi for a long time, and his mood became more and more irritable. He has been exposed, and now Cheng Mochi's identity as a demon can't be elicited, so he can only take the opportunity to get rid of Cheng Mochi, and he must not let him do any more bad things!

Thinking about it, he roared as if pretending to be insane, and the magic mist rose from the bottom of his feet, and flew into the air quickly.

"Oh my god! This, this is a big demon!" All the disciples were terrified and looked at their masters one after another.

After seeing the serious but not flustered expressions of the elders, they were relieved, thinking that they had a way to stop Fu Chen from going crazy.

This time, Cheng Mochi didn't wait where he was, but finally moved first.

The scold under his feet carried him, rushing towards the floating dust.At the same time, a gleaming dagger appeared in Cheng Mochi's right hand.

The moment Hongmeng came into the world, Wei Shunzhi's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at Cheng Mochi in disbelief, and then suppressed the shock and panic in his heart.

He thought he was hiding quickly, but Chu Shiluo still noticed his gaffe at this moment.

Chu Shiluo frowned slightly, with doubts in his heart.

Cheng Mochi didn't know this, he just approached Fuchen recklessly, the distance was getting closer and closer, but he didn't slow down at all, but rushed out directly from Fuchen's side.

At the same time as they passed by, the dagger in Cheng Mochi's hand had disappeared.

He stood still, looked up at Chu Shiluo who was not far away, and blinked at him.

Behind him, Fuchen also stopped, and he lowered his head dully to look at his right hand.What was supposed to be a magnificent and exquisite Fighting Strength Sword, only the hilt was left in his palm, and the blade had been split into two and broken.

Silence, even the sound of breathing in the entire valley stopped.

Fuchen's eyes went dark, and the magic mist under his feet dissipated, and the whole figure fell from the sky like a kite with a broken string.

Only then did everyone wake up from the shock of the broken sword, and the disciples of Lingqi Peak rushed up to catch the floating dust.

The valley was noisy again, and the noise was disturbing.

However, Cheng Mochi was in a good mood.He was about to urge Chi Zhe to fly towards Chu Shiluo, but his mind changed.

The next moment, Chi Zhe seemed to be powerless, and fell from the air, and Cheng Mochi, who was standing on it, also fell down.

"Little Junior Brother!" Someone shouted, and many people subconsciously flew to meet him, but before they got close, they saw Cheng Mochi being hugged in his arms.

Chu Shiluo wrapped his arms around Cheng Mochi's back, and firmly connected him to the sword.After he stood still, Chu Shiluo wanted to push him away.

Sensing his intention, Cheng Mochi hugged Chu Shiluo tightly with his arms, and buried his face in his neck, unable to push him away no matter what.

"Master." Cheng Mochi's laughing voice rang in Chu Shiluo's ears, and his warm breath hit his neck, bringing a blush.

Cheng Mochi looked at his white skin that was reddened by the naked eye, his eyes darkened, his voice became deeper, his lips almost touched his earlobe, and he said softly, "Master, where is my reward?"

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