Chapter 1309 1308 Qianqiu Is the God, Inheriting the Sword World; Immortality Is the Body, the Divine Light Is Immortal; Great Calamity Is the Heart, and the Evil Thoughts Are Unified!

Chapter 1309 1308. Qianqiu is the god, inheriting the sword world; immortality is the body, the divine light is immortal; great calamity is the heart, and the evil thoughts are unified!

Mo Cheng climbed very slowly. When he reached the steep place, he didn't even plan to fly up or jump over. Instead, he used his hands and feet to climb up the slope of the cliff.

He is using his own hands, his own feet, his own eyes, his own body, and all his senses to observe and sense.

When he appeared on the top of the mountain, he also saw the sword head climbing up.

"Awaited."

Jiansou nodded slightly, "It's not bad, it's about the same time as you were here, not long."

"Are you going to use words to save some face for your doomed failure?" To pick up the trash talk before the fight, Mo Cheng didn't think he would lose to anyone, even if the opponent was a collection of many swordsmen's thoughts, "This It’s really pitiful. In a situation of absolute failure, you can only open the champagne at halftime this way, because you know that it will definitely not be you who opens the champagne in the end.”

"Your mouth is still so poisonous, and what's even worse is that you have the ability to deceive yourself. Will lies make you feel at ease?"

"It seems that you are already doing some mental construction. When you lose later, do you imagine that you just missed one move? How do you say that, you are stuck, or you will kill them all?"

There was a sharp exchange of words, but the expressions of the two were very calm. By this time, it was difficult for words to shake their mood.

However, both sides believe that verbal output is also output, and they both try to use words to poke at the weakness in the other party's heart.

Mo Cheng crossed his arms and sneered, "You have lost in front of me so many times. This time's failure is not shameful. Accept your failure and let your failure become my happiness, okay?"

The head of the sword immediately retorted, "When you hear this, you are saying that you don't practice the sword when you are on the sword. It is extremely despicable. Every time I fight, I am in a disabled state, and you are in a full state. How dare the guy who won like this come out and brag?"

"And the Lang Qing Concubine Yi Sword Formation I gave you has not turned over at all. I guess you have almost assembled the Tiangang Beidou Formation over there."

Mo Cheng's expression remained as usual, unmoved at all, "Is this all you have left to say?"

The meaning has been expressed very clearly, and there is nothing that can be done to the other party if he continues to talk, and the strong minds on the mountain top are already complaining.

This group of bloodthirsty spectators almost threw water bottles at the top of the mountain, telling them to start fighting quickly.

The sword head slowly pulled out the weapon behind his back. It was a very strange weapon, resembling a sword.

There is a sword embedded in the blade, and the word "Destroy" is engraved on the blade.

It is said to be a sword because it is straight and unbent, and there is a sword as the core inside.

To say that it is a sword is because the sharp edge of the sword is missing the left corner, making it look more like a sword.

The head of the sword held the weapon and pointed at Mo Cheng, "Qianqiu is the god, and the body inherits the sword world; immortality is the body, and the divine light is immortal; the great calamity is the heart, and the devil's thoughts are unified! Supplemented by the blood of the strong, it can be quenched by the peerless cold pool. Completion, ruthlessness, is its name.”

It will last forever, and the great calamity will be merciless.

Mo Cheng is also holding the holy sword, "The saint is the heart, the devil is the body, the eternal and powerful, the holy sword is immortal. The holy sword is its name."

Having said all the words, the next thing to do is very simple, that is to fight.

Blow the opponent down, this sword blunts the edge, this is Mo Cheng's fun.

For Jianshou, defeating all challengers and standing at the pinnacle of swordsmanship is the meaning of his existence.

The head of the sword is the leader of the sword.

Neither side made the first move, and everything was completely silent at this moment. Even the strong thoughts of the audience did not make any movement at this time.

Because both of them know one thing very well, that is, in this battle, no matter who they are, they only have one chance.

Victory or defeat is only a matter of one move, life or death is only a moment.

Victory and defeat can be determined in an instant, and life and death can be determined in an instant.

Both of them are waiting, waiting for the opportunity, waiting for the time to make a move.

It's not that they didn't wait for their opponent's weakness to appear, but both of them knew that it was almost impossible for such a thing to happen.

Because the other party is equally perfect and has no weaknesses.

The only thing that can tell the difference between victory and defeat, life and death, is the moment of attack, the fight at that moment, and the killing in that moment.

Victory and life and death can also be determined in an instant.

Time seems to have stopped, no, time is stopping at this time.

Silently, molecules, atoms and even superstring vibrations stopped moving, and all changes were forced to stop at this moment.

Similarly, space is also shrinking, and the scale of space is shrinking slowly but resolutely for some unknown reason.

This is not a confrontation between two people and a move. This is just a situation that naturally occurs before two swordsmen who have reached the peak of swordsmanship make a move.

Chaos of space and time, material changes, energy decay, causal connections...

Apart from the two swordsmen, everything was disturbed and everything existed was changed.

At this moment, both parties opened their eyes at the same time.

In an instant, the sword intent soared into the sky, and both of them gave up all fancy means and chose the most direct and simple move.

One sword breaks all laws!

The ruthless edge cuts through time and space, condenses matter, and reverses energy.

The sword energy of the holy sword determines the heaven and the earth, cuts off cause and effect, and destroys all things.

Extreme sword moves, extreme weapons, and a split-second confrontation, the winner was decided in an instant.

The collision of the two magic weapons bloomed with an incomparably dazzling light. The light was so dazzling that even those powerful minds as spectators could not help but close their eyes under this light.

But as an audience, how could they be willing to close their eyes and watch nothing during this decisive blow.

Even if there are dozens of powerful thoughts burning him, he opens his eyes regardless of his own damage, and imprints the scene in his mind, and spreads the scene to others to watch.

Soon, when the light faded, the result of this battle appeared.

The winner, is he?

Sword head?

No, it's him!

Mo Cheng!

Wu Qing cut a scar on Mo Cheng's body from his left shoulder to his right abdomen. The bones were deeply visible, and even his heart was broken. It was currently being reorganized.

But the Holy Sword also pierced the sword's chest. The golden sword energy that destroyed everything did not leave any chance of survival for the enemy, destroying everything in the sword's body.

"I won."

The straightforward words declared the final winner of this battle.

The sword head nodded, "You won, but it's a pity that I couldn't destroy your heart."

"You are worthy of the ultimate limit of killing. No matter how ruthless you are, I can't completely destroy you."

"It's just a little bit off, just a little bit off."

Jiansou shook his head and ignored Mo Cheng's comfort. Victory is victory, and failure is failure.