Chapter 1308 1307 The Bloodthirsty Audience Has Entered the Auditorium

Chapter 1308 1307. The bloodthirsty audience has entered the auditorium

As soon as he took the first step, a swordsman appeared in front of him and slashed him head-on with an unparalleled domineering force.

Not only was this sword extremely hard and fierce, but its unparalleled momentum locked Mo Cheng in. No matter where he was, he could only take this sword.

The knife that cannot be avoided is facing a person who does not need to avoid it.

"It's interesting, but unfortunately it's not enough."

Mo Cheng didn't even use the holy sword in his hand, and faced the sword with an attitude that was almost contemptuous.

He stretched out two fingers and clamped the severed sword with great ease.

The two fingers clamped the blade of the blade firmly like cast iron, leaving the wielder with no way to withdraw the blade.

A swordsman who loses his weapon will obviously end up in failure.

But how could a strong man who could appear in this Jiukong Wujie and even leave an image in this place be swallowed up so easily.

For an instant, Mo Cheng felt that the blade between his fingers was like ice, and then the blade turned invisible and escaped from the confinement of his fingers.

Then the sword turned into a demonic sword that appeared at the lowest level of hell. Driven by hatred, it pulled everything in the world into the deepest part of hell.

The blade ignored all physical protection and went straight for Mo Cheng's head.

But the demonic sword that came from the depths of hell was shattered by a golden sword energy. The most ferocious and evil demonic sword was crushed into powder in an instant by the even more tyrannical holy sword energy. , leaving no trace behind.

After strangling the image of the swordsman, Mo Cheng couldn't help but frown at the road in front of him.

Looking around, this road stretches out of sight, and you can basically imagine how long this road will be.

At the same time, the first step is to face the enemy. Next, I may not have to fight against these people who have left images in Jiukongwujie all the time.

A very troublesome thing.

But there is no need to escape.

After all, the main purpose of coming to this place is to surrender the holy sword in his hand.

After defeating the first person, Mo Cheng clearly felt that the holy sword in his hand seemed to be less resistant to him.

It seems that the method to surrender this holy sword is also very simple.

As long as you keep winning with it, victory after victory, this sword will always surrender.

Although the conditions for surrender are a bit troublesome, they are still much stronger than weapons like [Tiger Soul] that can backfire.

"Just cut it all the way through."

Mo Cheng looked around and found that there was no one at all in this place. He basically figured out the function of this road.

To put it in a more understandable way, this road is some kind of PVP arena.

Mo Cheng took a deep breath, then stepped forward and ran forward.

In an instant, he was running forward for an unknown distance. Every time his toes touched the ground, a new enemy would appear, either mysterious, strange, domineering, or extreme, attacking Mo Cheng.

However, Mo Cheng's sword moved at will, and the sword energy of the golden holy sword struck back and strangled and destroyed the enemy.

No one could withstand a blow from that unparalleled sword energy, and more often than not, people and weapons would be crushed together by the sword energy.

Mo Cheng hasn't even used the holy sword yet.

Looking from a distance, I saw a figure wrapped in countless golden sword energy in the jungle of countless weapons. Weapons flew out from time to time along the way, and formed a human shape to try to fight with the figure.

But often before reaching the opponent's side, they are cut off and crushed by the golden sword energy, including the person and the soldiers.

The golden figure passed by, leaving only the remains of weapons on the ground.

In other words, scrap metal.

After Mo Cheng was halfway through his march, he finally felt some pressure, because the enemy that appeared could already come to him with the golden sword energy.

It was also the first time that Mo Cheng used the holy sword against an enemy.

The sword edge passed by, leaving only the enemy split in two and his weapon.

It destroys enemies more simply than the golden sword energy, and it also destroys those weapons.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Mo Cheng could feel that every time he destroyed a weapon, the Holy Sword became more and more obedient.

Just like destroying other weapons to prove its own strength, the Holy Sword itself is happy to see it.

As more and more enemies appeared, Mo Cheng's pupils dilated and his eyes were blank, as if he had lost any thoughts other than "killing".

Every step is taken to kill the enemy in the most precise and direct way.

Each blow uses the smallest amount of force to destroy the enemy.

No injuries, only death.

Under the unparalleled sharpness of the Holy Sword, it is difficult to defeat the enemies that appear in front of you.

No one knows how many enemies have been destroyed, and how many magical weapons have been broken. Mo Cheng's momentum is getting stronger as he advances.

Gathering momentum, every beheading, every step forward is to build momentum for the final battle.

Spirit, idea, momentum, power.

They are all rising slowly and steadily. Even the sword head waiting at the end point is looking up at the sky and can't help but sigh, "The sword is sharpened by the defeat of the strong, and it is gaining momentum in it, every step of the way." Every time I kill someone, my momentum becomes stronger. Did I do something wrong?"

When Mo Cheng walked that road, Sword Head could already imagine what kind of murderous sword he was about to face.

But soon, Jianshou denied this statement.

"But it would be even worse if I couldn't see the scenery at the extreme end of the killing path, and if I couldn't see the more ferocious appearance of the sword-wielding villain."

No one answered the question about the sword head. There was only a sword stuck on the ground beside him. At this moment, the sword was trembling slightly and making a sword roar.

As if responding to the approaching holy sword, or answering the question of the sword's head.

Along with the sword chant, the sword leader constantly adjusted the status of himself and the sword, because he knew what needed to be done next, and there was only one thing he could do.

Fight with all your strength, fight with all your might, live or die without regrets, win or lose without any regrets.

When the holy sword pierced the chest of the last swordsman, Mo Cheng knew that he had reached the end of the road.

But the sword head did not appear in front of him. At this time, there was only a mountain in front of Mo Cheng.

A mountain towering into the sky, like a sharp sword piercing the sky.

Mo Cheng could feel that the sword head was on the opposite side of the mountain, and it seemed that the other party was also waiting for something.

Soon, Mo Cheng understood what the other party wanted to express.

The final battlefield of this battle.

Looking up, the highest point in the sky is the battlefield of this battle.

Mo Cheng did not fly, but slowly walked up from the foot of the mountain to the top. Although he was walking on a rugged mountain, he walked slowly step by step.

As if like a mortal, climbing the mountain with difficulty.

This speed is naturally surprisingly slow.

But just when Mo Cheng left the road and started climbing towards the top of the mountain, he felt that countless consciousnesses were rising and converging on the top of the mountain.

"Hey, have you occupied the audience seats in advance?"

That is the thought of a strong man that exists in this world. Even if it is the only remaining thought, they do not want to miss the next sword battle.