Supreme God Emperor

Chapter 62: Jianyi

Those sword auras were also changing directions following Diao Yayun's control, and the target was Mo Yang.

Seeing the sword qi rushing forward, Mo Yang knew that he couldn't hide.

It's just that he understands better that if he takes it hard, I'm afraid this battle will be over.

"no solution anymore……"

With a low mutter, Mo Yang's figure swept up.

"Qingyun sunset!"

Qingyun sword technique third style, Qingyun sunset.

One fall into the sky, two fall to the ground, and three fall into the sky!

One style is divided into three styles, and the three swords are swept out.

Ding Ding Ding...

There were three sacrifices in a row, and the powerful sword energy was like a falling meteor, rushing to the front quickly.

Such a strong impact smashed the dense sword energy, and the direction of the sword energy changed, and it galloped around the ring.

Swish...

Two figures galloped out, standing on both sides of the ring, and swiping away the remaining sword energy.

At the same time, Diao Yayun took a step forward again, and the endless sword aura flew out of the sky again, approaching Mo Yang.

"I see how much sword energy you can block me!"

Diao Yayun snorted coldly, and the blue-patterned long sword spun again, the sword vigorous and unstoppable.

Kaka...

At the same time, on the other side, Mo Yang waved his long sword, constantly blocking Diao Yayun's sword aura, but that sword aura was too much.

For a while, even if Mo Yang displayed the blue cloud sunset again, he couldn't completely resist it.

"waste!"

Suddenly, a shout sounded, Diao Yayun stepped on the ring, and the ground cracked and cracked, and his figure was like a flying swallow, floating lightly, his long sword straight out, and stab towards Mo Yang's chest.

But at this moment, Mo Yang was fully guarded against the endless sword energy around him. How could he be able to guard against Diao Yayun's attack? He could only watch the long sword stabbing at him.

puff……

In the end, a pop sound spread, blood blooming like a rose, Mo Yang's chest, a long sword pierced through, and the blood couldn't stop flowing down.

With a puff sounded again, Diao Yayun drew out his long sword mercilessly, bringing up a **** flower.

The outcome is already clear!

Puff!

Mo Yang's face was pale, and the sword energy around him slapped him mercilessly. The surface of his body cracked like a spider web.

That was the scars of horror caused by the wisps of sword aura.

Mo Yang was spitting blood at the corner of his mouth, kneeling on his knees, trying to say something, but he couldn't move.

A sword stabbed the key, coupled with hundreds of sword aura killings, he was already on the verge of death.

"Tutor, aren't you ready to announce the result?" Diao Yayun said indifferently: "I want to win, it's already clear!"

Yes, the outcome is very clear.

Even if Mo Yang goes against the sky again, he is only in the four-fold strong breath realm of his physical body. Facing the genius six-fold condensed pulse realm Diao Yayun, he has no hope at all.

"The third scene..."

"Wait!"

Suddenly, when the instructor couldn't stand Mo Yang's scarred appearance and was about to announce the result, a shout suddenly sounded.

"I haven't lost yet!"

Suddenly, Mo Yang, who originally seemed to be ailing, shouted, blood spurting out of his mouth.

Gradually, his knees straightened, holding a long sword, he actually stood up from the ground step by step.

"I can still fight, I haven't lost yet!"

After almost uttering a word, Mo Yang couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face became paler.

"Things that do not live or die!" Diao Yayun sneered: "I don't know what kind of pill your shepherd instructor has given you. You are like a lunatic, right?"

"Then I will let you see who is a genius and who is a trash!"

Diao Yayun smiled, holding a long sword, and stepping forward: "Since you don't admit defeat, then I will abolish your arm so that you can't take the sword. I think you still admit defeat!"

When the sword came out, Diao Yayun's figure flashed, and the blue-patterned long sword approached the handle of Mo Yang's sword, and cut off the palm of his hand.

"call……"

But at this moment, Mo Yang exhaled slightly, standing still, motionless.

"What is this guy doing? Please die?"

"Who knows, it's not an opponent, but he still doesn't want to admit defeat, this guy, I really don't understand!"

"I think Mu Yun really can't pull this face off. I guess they were given a death order before the game. They can only die, not lose!"

Seeing Mo Yang fools standing still, and the many students around him, he couldn't help but close his eyes.

This game has been doomed from the very beginning, and Mo Yang will undoubtedly lose.

"kill!"

With a low drink, Diao Yayun moved forward with a sword, unstoppable.

"kill!"

In an instant, when Diao Yayun was about to approach Mo Yang, suddenly, Mo Yang opened his eyes, and a sharp air suddenly appeared.

Ding……

puff……

Two voices suddenly sounded at the next moment, and at this moment, the scene was instantly silent.

"what……"

And the next moment, a bang sounded, the long sword hit the ground, and a scream suddenly sounded.

Diao Yayun kept clutching his right wrist with his left hand, blood rushed out and stained the floor of the ring.

what happened?

Why did Diao Yayun suddenly get chopped off his wrist?

Seeing Diao Yayun wailing lying on the ring, a student, stupid in place.

"Sword Intent!"

Suddenly, among the crowd, a tutor exclaimed, he couldn't help standing up, looking at Mo Yang, dumbfounded.

"Sword Intent?"

Upon hearing this instructor's shout, a burst of exclamation broke out among the students.

The so-called sword intent is a martial artist’s ultimate understanding of swords and swordsmanship. When a martial artist’s opponent has a sword, he has an ultimate understanding of the sword in his heart. Quantitative changes cause qualitative changes, which will trigger a martial artist’s superb understanding of swordsmanship. Unusual understanding.

Sword intent, terrifying.

If it is said that in the entire Nanyun Empire, there is no such thing as a warrior who can become a refiner.

Then the swordsmen can comprehend the meaning of the sword, it is even rarer!

Once a swordsman realizes the sword intent, it is destined. In this life, he is definitely a peerless sword god, and it is horrible, needless to say.

Just now, Mo Yang's sword was infinitely replicating the style that Mu Yun had drilled for him.

He always remembered what Mu Yun had said.

"If you can comprehend something from this formula, it is not impossible to defeat Diao Yayun!"

I see!

I see!

Mo Yang was ecstatic in his heart.

At that moment, he felt clear in his heart, and the sword in his hand seemed to have become a part of his body, so at the moment he swung the sword, he had no worries in his heart, only the sword.

And that sword was so fast and sharp that Diao Yayun had no time to react.

"Do you admit defeat?"

Holding a long sword, Mo Yang walked to Diao Yayun and pointed the long sword straight at his chin.

At this moment, Diao Yayun, with his shaved palm, fell aside, his wrists were stained with blood.

"Trash, admit defeat?"

Seeing that Diao Yayun didn't say anything, Mo Yang let out a cold cry, like a sword god, with unmatched sword intent, instantly enveloping Diao Yayun.

"I surrender!"

At this moment, facing Mo Yang, Diao Yayun no longer had the will to fight.

His heart fell apart under that powerful sword intent.

"The third game, Mo Yang wins!"

As the instructor's voice fell, the area around the ring completely exploded.

Mo Yang won!

At the critical moment, he could actually comprehend the sword intent, the sword intent that thousands of swordsmen dream of, and Mo Yang actually did it.

It is a miracle!

Puff...

Mo Yang suddenly knelt on the ground with a thud.

Thump thump...

His head knocked on the ground, making a bang bang bang, and Mo Yang banged his head three times when facing Mu Yun.

"Master, the disciple has lived up to expectations and won the game. Master is here, and the disciple is worshipped!"

Mo Yang's voice sobbed, but his words were sonorous, shocking everyone.

"Stupid boy..."

Seeing Mo Yang's choking expression, Mu Yun stepped onto the ring and said with a smile: "It's so sensational, and I'm afraid I won't accept you!"

Picking up Mo Yang, there was a wave of true essence in Mu Yun's body, and it was discovered that although Mo Yang was severely injured, his body was full of aura, and the medicinal bath that he had given him is now starting to show off.

"Going back from this battle, get a good grasp of it, and you will probably be able to step into the five-fold condensed energy realm!" Looking at Mo Yang, Mu Yun said slightly.

"Yes, Master!"

At this moment, looking at Mu Yun, Mo Yang felt like a god-man.

He did feel that he was about to break through, but Mu Yun could see through it at a glance.

And that Qingyun sword technique, the three major styles, the nine small styles, and the essence of the styles are incredible!

If this battle is not Qingyun swordsmanship, he has already been defeated, and it is impossible to sustain it.

"Three games, the 5th elementary class wins, congratulations, teacher Mu Yun..."

"Wait!"

Suddenly, a low voice sounded.

Diao Yadong walked to the ring, his eyes deep, and he was about to bleed.

"Oh, why, you are not convinced to lose?" Looking at Diao Yadong's face, Mu Yun jokingly said: "If not, how many more strong trainees Diao will choose to fight with my junior class 5?"

"Naturally not!"

Facing Mu Yun's provocation, Diao Yayun smiled slightly: "Tutor Mu, congratulations, for winning my senior class three, I can be promoted to intermediate tutor!"

"It's just that I think it will be better if the pastoral tutor can go up to the next level and directly advance to the higher tutor!"

"Oh?"

"I have this opportunity right now, don't know if Instructor Shepherd dare to take it?"

"tell me the story!"

"Now, the pastoral tutor can fight with me and win, and the pastoral tutor is the senior tutor of the college, how about?" Diao Yayun smiled and said: "I think the three students from the pastoral tutor defeated the three students of my senior class three. The teaching ability is already evident. If the pastoral tutor can defeat me Diao Yayun and become a senior tutor in the academy, is it reasonable?"

"Are you invited..."

Seeing Diao Yayun's complacent expression, Mu Yun smiled, and said, "Please!"

"Instructor Pastor!"

"Instructor Pastor!"

"Mu Yun!"

Unexpectedly, Mu Yun would actually agree to it. Qi Ming, Mo Yang, and Qin Mengyao changed their expressions and wanted to stop them.

When Mu Yun agreed to this, he was really a little bit arrogant.

Diao Yadong, one of the three talented mentors of the college, is not comparable to ordinary mentors!