Chapter 408 Mo Zhi, Who Is Quite Capable

The sword energy continued to shoot towards Mo Zhi.

Mo Zhi's face changed drastically. He didn't expect that his defense would be broken so easily by Ci Song. He quickly held the Qilin jade pendant in his hand. A strong breath emanated from the Qilin jade pendant, forming a light curtain that enveloped Mo Zhi.

"Bang! Bang!"

The two sword energies collided with the light curtain, making a dull sound, but they could not break the light curtain and finally dissipated in the air.

The light curtain dissipated, and the jade pendant in Mo Zhi's hand turned into a long sword. On the long sword, a Qilin phantom loomed, which surrounded the blade like a guardian, adding a bit of mysterious atmosphere to the long sword. The scales of the Qilin shone brightly in the sun, and every breath seemed to carry the power of thunder and lightning, which made people dare not look directly at it.

He held a long sword in his hand, staring at Ci Song with a sharp gaze, and said, "I didn't expect Brother Ci to be so powerful. I admire you."

"Brother Mo, you are too kind. It's just luck."

Ci Song smiled slightly, without saying much, but waved his fingers again. This time, he directly activated the talent in his body. On his fingers, the light golden talent continued to condense, and finally turned into a three-foot golden sword. The sword body exuded a sharp breath, as if it could cut off all illusions.

"Go!"

Ci Song shouted lightly, and the long sword turned into a stream of light and went straight to Mo Zhi.

Mo Zhi's face was solemn. He could feel the power of this sword, which was definitely far beyond the previous two sword energies. He did not dare to be careless, and hurriedly activated the talent in his body and injected it into the long sword in his hand.

"Qilin Slash!"

Mo Zhi shouted loudly, and a phantom of a unicorn appeared on the long sword, crashing towards Ci Song's long sword.

"Boom!"

The long sword and the Qilin phantom collided with each other, and a deafening roar broke out. The sound was as deafening as thunder, which made people tremble. The air waves overflowed, sweeping like a storm, shaking the surrounding audience back again and again.

When the air waves dissipated, I saw that Ci Song's long sword had broken into pieces, turning into a little bit of talent and dissipating in the air, and the Qilin phantom on Mo Zhi's long sword also became dim, obviously consuming a lot of power.

Neither of them continued to attack, but stood quietly in place, looking at each other.

"Brother Ci's strength is indeed strong, Mo admires it." Mo Zhi spoke again with a bitter smile on his face.

"There are not many people in the Juren realm who can take my sword and remain undefeated. You are one of them."

Ci Song smiled. Mo Zhi's strength is really good. Although he is only in the Juren realm, Ci Song's sword light slaughtered a group of Jinshi and Juren of the Wei family a few days ago. At that time, he was also in the Juren realm, and Jin Ci Song had already broken through the Jinshi realm, but Mo Zhi was able to take this sword without any injury, which was enough to show that his combat power was no less than that of ordinary students in the four major academies.

"I really don't know what grandpa thinks. Such a young talent is naturally worthy of Sister Yao'er."

Mo Zhi muttered to himself, and naturally fell into Ci Song's ears.

Then Mo Zhi waved the long sword in his hand again, held his breath, looked at Ci Song, and said: "Brother Ci, I have also killed Jinshi in the Juren realm. How about a fight between you and me today?"

"Oh? Brother Mo wants to fight?"

Ci Song raised his eyebrows, and an interested look appeared on his face.

"Yes, Mo wants to learn from Brother Ci's skills."

Mo Zhi nodded and looked at Ci Song firmly.

He knew that there was a big gap between his strength and Ci Song's, but he also wanted to take this opportunity to see how big the gap was between him and the real genius.

"Okay, then I'll help you."

Ci Song smiled slightly, moved his body, and rushed towards Mo Zhi. His speed was so fast that it was like a flash of lightning across the sky, and he came to Mo Zhi in an instant.

Mo Zhi saw this and hurriedly urged the talent in his body. On the long sword, the shadow of the unicorn appeared again and chopped towards Ci Song.

"Boom!"

The attacks of the two collided again, and a deafening roar broke out.

However, unlike the last time, Ci Song did not stop this time, but continued to activate the talent in his body, as well as the thunder spirit that had not been used for a long time, condensing a golden thunder sword, and colliding with the unicorn long sword in Mo Zhi's hand.

Although Mo Zhi's strength was not weak, the gap between him and Ci Song was too big. After only ten moves, Mo Zhi's clothes were soaked with sweat, and the light of the long sword in his hand became flickering. Every swing required a lot of talent, and it was obvious that he could not hold on.

But Ci Song was still at ease. His figure became more and more blurred in Mo Zhi's eyes, as if there were thousands of afterimages, making it hard to figure out.

Seeing this, Ci Song's eyes flashed with admiration. He did not expect Mo Zhi to be able to persist until now. This perseverance and strength should not be underestimated.

However, the battle will not stop because of the opponent's perseverance.

Ci Song took a deep breath, and the talent in his body boiled again. He formed seals with his hands, muttered something, and then swung forward fiercely.

"It's over."

With a soft chant from Ci Song, the thunder sword in his hand turned into a thick thunder that fell from the sky and went straight to Mo Zhi.

This thunder contained the power to destroy the world, as if it was going to destroy everything.

Mo Zhi's face changed drastically. He could feel the terrifying power contained in this thunder. He knew he couldn't resist it and could only dodge.

However, the thunder was so fast that he had no time to dodge, so he could only try his best to hold the long knife in his hand across his chest, trying to resist the thunder's attack.

"boom!"

The thunder struck the long knife hard, making a deafening noise.

Mo Zhi only felt a huge force coming from him. His body flew out uncontrollably and hit a big tree heavily.

"puff!"

Mo Zhi spurted out a mouthful of blood, his face was as pale as paper, and he was obviously seriously injured. He struggled to stand up from the ground and looked up at Ci Song. His eyes were full of shock and unwillingness, but they soon turned to calmness.

Although he had expected that he would be defeated by Ci Song, he did not expect that the gap between himself and Ci Song would be so big. His all-out attack could not even hurt the other party's clothes, while the other party casually One blow almost killed him.

Mo Zhi smiled bitterly and bowed his hand to Ci Song, "I lost."

Ci Song nodded slightly in return.

"Mo Zhi, you don't need to belittle yourself. You were defeated so miserably today because the Ci Song Dynasty has broken through the realm of Jinshi, and you are just a candidate."

Yingtian's voice slowly reached Mo Zhi's ears, and also reached the ears of everyone present.