Chapter 764 763. The Ultimate of Time and Space, the Sword Master’s Move

After exchanging moves, the two of them drew their swords from the [Sword World].

The pure [skills] competition has ended, and the next thing to fight for is [everything].

The swordsman closed his eyes, calmed down, and was surrounded by the world of swords.

With the sword behind him, he soared into the air and stood in the sky. Under the bright sun, huge sword wings composed of sword energy appeared behind him.

I saw the sword wing swinging forward, and countless small sword energy shot down. After the countless sword energy, there was an extremely sharp and huge sword energy impact, which had the power to shake the heaven and the earth, and was extremely gorgeous.

The momentum was so majestic and the features were so obvious, Mo Cheng already knew what kind of extreme move he was facing just the moment he saw it.

"The Tribulation of the Ten Thousand Gods, the true skill of the Sword Master."

Mo Cheng clenched the sword in his hand. He had already had a premonition that when the hero template of "Lord" was completed, he would definitely not face the kind of swordsman who could only be called "not weak" in the past.

He knew very well that after the [Dominator] template was completed, what he would have to face would be the extremely sharp edge of the saint in the sword.

"Hey!" Mo Cheng chuckled suddenly, "They all used the skills of a sword master to entertain me. The master of this move called Ten Thousand Gods Tribulation is also named Yagyu Sheng, so it would be unreasonable for you not to respond with this move."

After saying that, Mo Cheng's eyes condensed, and the sword energy around his body shot up to the sky, forming a sword energy barrier.

Within the sword energy barrier, everything was forcibly stopped, and molecular motion, atomic motion, and even superstring vibration all returned to zero.

Even Mo Cheng's own body was forcibly stopped, unable to move at all, let alone defeat the enemy.

But is that all? Forcibly stop yourself and the other party to achieve a tie?

No, I saw a transparent shadow walking out of Mo Cheng's body. That was Mo Cheng's soul.

The moment he was stopped, Mo Cheng entered a state of neither death nor life, death or life. His soul rose up with the sword and attacked the swordsman.

Before the sword energy barrier enveloped the swordsman, the swordsman could also see the origin of this move. It was a sword master's skill that was not inferior to the [Thousand Gods Tribulation].

"Twenty-three Heaven-Destroying Swords? Hahahahaha, so happy!"

Laughing heartily and fighting on the sword are a blessing for the swordsman. At the same time, the movements of the Ten Thousand Gods Tribulation in his hand suddenly changed.

The swordsman knew that the first move of [Thousand Gods' Tribulation] alone would be unable to defeat [Twenty-three Heaven-Destroying Earth-Destroying Swords].

Suddenly, the sword's ultimate intention was fast, accurate, and concentrated, and a sword was fired according to these three standards. The space instantly solidified, and everything was still.

Except for that sword, and the enemies that sword faced.

One stops time, the other solidifies space, time and space. The two swords' ultimate intentions span the infinite world, and they confront each other at this moment.

Sword and sword.

The collision of sword blades was silent, but thousands of swords in the entire sword world roared, and countless long swords rose from the ground to watch the battle between sword masters.

The collision of time and space exploded with infinite force, and everything between the sword energy was destroyed.

The swordsman was immediately injured by the huge force of time and space. He took a few steps back and vomited vermilion. It was obvious that he had suffered serious internal injuries.

Mo Cheng didn't feel better either. His soul was also shaken by the huge force of time and space. He only felt confused and his whole body felt like it was on fire.

After the blow, both of them were seriously injured, but no matter how hard they lost, they didn't lose. Not to mention that these two guys had known each other for a short time, and they both knew that the other person was never a merciful guy.

"Ha, it's just that [Twenty-Three Heaven-Destroying Swords of Destruction of Heaven and Earth] doesn't seem qualified to defeat me." The swordsman didn't care at all about the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and smiled, showing his stained red teeth, "Why don't you try [ Twenty-three Swords of Love in Heaven and Earth]? Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot that you don’t have that kind of emotional intelligence, you don’t even need to take that [Seven Worlds of Forgetfulness].”

Obviously, the swordsman was mocking the Dugu sword master Mo Cheng's lack of emotional intelligence, who was forced to submit to [Seventh Life of Forgetfulness].

"I just used [Twenty-three Heaven-Destroying Earth-Destroying Swords] for a little while and you used [Thousand Gods Tribulation] to the second form. If it were to improve a little more, you wouldn't be able to use [Sword of Defeat]? We have known each other for so long, I’m sorry to let you lose so miserably, otherwise I’m afraid you’ll be embarrassed to see me again later.”

If you lose, you don't lose. What's more, Mo Cheng hasn't lost yet. His skills at talking are no worse than his skills at hand.

You may not be able to compete in Arena PVP, but you definitely can’t be dishonest.

"It's thanks to you that you helped me see the [Sword Heart Hell] last time, otherwise I wouldn't have used it so smoothly today." Mo Cheng's eyes were fixed on the swordsman, and both of them were desperately trying to regain their breath. They are all trying to get back one step ahead of the other, and then chop the other into pieces.

"Don't stare so wide, you won't be able to kill someone."

"It's okay. I'll just say goodbye to you with my eyes. How about you change your appearance now? I think the sword user doll from last time was quite beautiful. It's much more pleasing to the eye to look at her than to look at you like this."

"Haha." The swordsman sneered, "Go on, let's see how long you can suppress the sword energy in your body."

As he said that, Mo Cheng's face immediately turned very ugly. The Ten Thousand Gods Tribulation Sword Qi in his body had cut all his internal organs and blood vessels to pieces. No matter how strong his body was, he could not withstand such heavy damage from the inside out.

But it's not easy for me, and the other party is definitely not easy either. "It's okay, I don't mind if you spit it out now."

Mo Cheng's words seemed to hit some switch. The swordsman's whole body went limp, and his half-kneeling body was completely supported by his sword as a crutch. Large mouthfuls of blood spurted out from his mouth, and he continued to vomit on the ground.

Chance!

Seeing the miserable state of his opponent, Mo Cheng relaxed his vigilance. However, just that moment of relaxation allowed the swordsman to find an opportunity.

The only chance.

"All things in heaven and earth are swords, gods, ghosts and demons are swords, there are countless tribulations, the universe and the sky are all swords, this is - the tribulation of all gods!"

The endless sword energy attacks the surrounding world indiscriminately. Wherever the sword energy passes, the mountains, rivers, trees, grass and rocks are all shattered into nothingness.

Mo Cheng's whole body tensed up, and he suppressed the constantly destructive sword energy in his body. He abandoned the sword and raised his right fist high into the sky.

At this time, his fist was like a big sun emitting bright rays of light, occupying all the sense of existence, like an awl breaking through the shackles of heaven and earth.

A punch was thrown out. This punch seemed to escape from reincarnation and jumped out of the world. The fist was like a huge sword that opened the sky, tearing apart the sword energy in the sky and reopening this chaotic world.

Mo Cheng poured all his strength into his right fist and used his fist as a sword. He no longer knew whether this blow was a man wielding a sword or a sword wielding a man.

The fist dragged Mo Cheng forward, blasting countless sword energy along the way. No matter how many organs and internal organs of his body were shattered by the sword energy, an intact right arm clenched his fist and stopped in front of the swordsman's forehead.

Fighting with one's life, the outcome is decided.

After the fist, the already bloody Mo Cheng vibrated his slowly recovering vocal cords, "I win!"

Thanks to [book friend 20230319214013706] for the reward.

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