631: C631 Mo Xiao Was in Danger!

C631 Mo Xiao Was in Danger!

Sometimes the mass is greater than the quantity, but once the quantity reaches a certain level, it's not something that can be resisted simply by the quality.

The current situation of Sword Sect was like this. Dao Three Thousand felt that it was time for him to make his move. His figure disappeared from where he stood, and in the next moment, he appeared not far away from Liu Jianyi.

He swung the blade in his hand at Liu Jianyi. Of course, his target wasn't Liu Jianyi.

A long sword appeared out of thin air, blocking the attack. Dao Three Thousand said with a cold smile, "Mo Xiao, you finally showed up."

A figure appeared not far from Dao 3,000. He looked at him indifferently, and there was even a hint of disdain in his eyes.

Dao 3,000's facial expression was extremely ugly. He was the Sect Master of Tyrant Blade Sect after all. You are a Supreme Elder, and your status doesn't match with mine. Why are you looking down on me?

"Let's see how arrogant you are later!" Dao 3,000 roared furiously.

A domineering force was unleashed from his body. The huge blade in his hand emitted a dazzling light as he slashed at Mo Xiao.

Mo Xiao's speed was also extremely fast, even faster than Saber Three Thousand. He dodged the attack, flipped his sword, and thrust it diagonally. Saber Three Thousand swung his saber horizontally to block the attack, and once again lunged forward.

He swung the saber and slashed. The battle between the two was only about their moves, but it was enough to make everyone gasp in amazement.

The energy ripples caused by the battle also made them subconsciously stay away from it.

The Qi of Saber Three Thousand was getting stronger and stronger. The cultivation technique of Tyrant Blade Sect was mainly about dominance, and the more they fought, the more courageous they became.

On the other hand, Mo Xiao was still as calm as ever, as if this wasn't a life and death battle, but an unimportant one.

After Dao 3,000 and Mo Xiao separated once again, his Qi seemed to have reached a peak. He raised his blade high above his head and roared furiously.

The phantom of a saber appeared, as if it was going to split open the heaven and earth, and slashed at Mo Xiao.

Mo Xiao's expression finally became serious. He took a deep breath and formed a seal with his hand. Countless phantom swords appeared beside him.

It was as if he had a life of his own, circling around him like a child cheering.

The more swords came, the more numerous they were.

Mo Xiao then pointed at the shadow of the large blade. As if they had received an order, these long swords crazily rushed towards the shadow of the large blade. Their speed was extremely fast, but there was no pattern at all.

When the long sword hit the shadow of the huge blade, it made a weak sound and then collapsed.

However, there were a lot of long swords. Countless long swords collided with the shadow of the huge blade, causing the shadow of the huge blade to fall at an abnormally slow speed. However, it was still pressing down on Mo Xiao.

Mo Xiao's expression was somewhat serious, while Saber Three Thousand was crazy. He was going to kill Mo Xiao with this strike.

However, at this moment, his facial expression changed dramatically. A strong sense of crisis was sensed, causing his Qi to stop abruptly.

Before he could withdraw his saber, he unleashed all the Qi in his body, covering the surface of his body. This was all he could do.

After he had just finished doing this, three long swords appeared out of thin air and pierced towards his chest.

Gengci!

The power of these three long swords was not small. If it wasn't for Dao Three Thousand preparing in advance, he would have long passed through his body and died.

But just like that, it had already entered his flesh by thirty percent. If it were any closer, his heart might have been pierced through.

Cold sweat oozed out from his forehead. It was painful, but it was also frightening.

The phantom image of the large saber disappeared in an instant. Without saying another word, Dao Three Thousand swallowed a few pill and pulled out the long sword. The blood instantly stopped flowing, but the pain was still there.

He looked at Mo Xiao. Mo Xiao looked at him with a cold smile. That smile made Dao Three Thousand feel an inexplicable sense of irony.

At the same time, deep in his heart, he felt a certain fear towards Mo Xiao. Although he knew that Mo Xiao was very strong and was even on par with him, he had never thought that he would lose to him.

However, this exchange had shocked him. In the past, Mo Xiao wasn't as strong as him. What he was stronger than wasn't his cultivation base, but his comprehension of the sword.

This made Dao Three Thousand think of Luo Tian. These changes had only occurred after Luo Tian appeared.

Especially those disciples of the Sword Sect. Every one of their sword techniques was much stronger than before.

He had already felt it during the competition of the Star Ten Sons.

"Saber Three Thousand, there is a path in heaven that you don't want to walk. Since there is no gate to hell, you can choose it yourself. Since you have come to my Sword Sect today, you can stay here!" Mo Xiao said with killing intent in his eyes.

After that, he disappeared from where he stood. Dao Three Thousand's heart trembled. He didn't have time to care about his injuries. He picked up his blade and welcomed ___.

However, the cultivation technique of Tyrant Blade Sect required an indomitable momentum. Dao 3,000's heart was filled with fear because death was so close to him just now.

Plus, he had suffered a serious injury. Therefore, his big door wasn't as big as before. Instead, it carried a sense of defense.

On the other hand, Mo Xiao's long sword had already blossomed in his hand. Every time it appeared, it would hit the vital points of Dao Three Thousand, causing him to be in an awkward situation.

Mo Xiao grabbed the opportunity to block the vital points of Saber Three Thousand. His eyes turned cold, and a long sword appeared out of thin air behind Saber Three Thousand, stabbing straight at him.

Saber Three Thousand did not have time to block it, so he could only try his best to avoid the vital points. As the pain came, Saber Three Thousand roared angrily, and his powerful strength erupted. Mo Xiao had no choice but to avoid the sharp edge of the sword.

Dao 3,000 pulled back his body, and his eyes were fixed on Mo Xiao. Mo Xiao let out a sigh. At their level, it would be very difficult for them to kill their opponent unless there was a huge difference in strength between them.

Dao Three Thousand swallowed a few more pill. Only then did his expression become a little better. It was not possible to continue like this!

He cupped his hands towards the air and said, "Fellow Daoists, follow me and kill this man. There is another expert from the Sword Sect who is not weaker than Mo Xiao. If he didn't appear now, he was afraid that there might be a trap, just in case. Fellow Daoists, please attack together."

Mo Xiao's facial expression changed when he heard this, and he looked around with a serious expression.

As soon as Dao Three Thousand's voice faded, a total of three figures appeared out of thin air. Although their auras weren't as strong as Dao Three Thousand's, they were powerless, and they were all Star Sage Stage mighty figures.

The three of them wore different clothes, and all of them looked very ordinary. It was impossible to tell where they came from.

They looked at Mo Xiao, then cupped their hands towards Dao Three Thousand and said, "Fellow Daoist, we will help you kill this man!"

A joyful expression emerged on Dao 3,000's face, and his eyes were filled with killing intent as he looked at Mo Xiao. He was actually no match for the supreme elder of Sword Sect, and this had made him lose a lot of face. Therefore, he only wanted to kill Mo Xiao to wash away his shame.

Mo Xiao's expression had become unusually serious, but he didn't show any signs of retreating. He released all of his spiritual energy, and numerous long swords hovered around him, emitting a cold light as he prepared for a big battle.

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