1463: C1463 The Real Nameless Blade

C1463 The Real Nameless Blade

Some things are bound to happen, to witness it.

Cai Ling'er sighed softly.

"Now, we can only watch quietly."

Otherwise, what else could they do? Go up and stop it?

They would probably be surrounded and attacked by over a thousand martial artists of the lower realms who were stirred up by the crowd as soon as they went up on stage.

At that time, the situation would become increasingly difficult to predict.

"Sigh."

Ning Qi and the others sighed at the same time. It seemed like they had gone back. There will be punishment.

...

Mo Nan and Faang Zhenghua, who were fighting on the stage, did not know what had happened below the stage.

After another exchange, Faang Zhenghua pushed him away while panting. He was still trying his best to hold on.

However, fear involuntarily appeared in his eyes.

In fact, he had already felt the pressure of mountains when Mo Nan had called over the many Spiritual Force clouds a long time ago.

This had nothing to do with courage. Even if Mo Nan was in his shoes, he would still feel afraid when facing someone who possessed an endless amount of Spiritual Forces.

To put it bluntly, Faang Zhenghua wasn't afraid of Mo Nan. Instead, he was afraid of the Spiritual Force clouds above Mo Nan's head that kept rolling and condensing.

However, there was no difference. This was because these Spiritual Forces belonged to Mo Nan in the first place.

At this moment, it was different from Faang Zhenghua's difficulty. old rascal was very relaxed. Relying on the endless Spiritual Forces he had, he swung his blade again and again. He would probably have to repeat this move a few hundred times before he would feel tired.

Of course, this was a little exaggerated. There were many Spiritual Forces on his head. In fact, it was not enough for him to continue consuming them endlessly.

After all, the lower realms' medicinal Spiritual Forces were indeed dried up.

Moreover, there was no need for him to swing out so many blades, because the Faang Zhenghua on the other side couldn't take that long at all.

Shao Qing.

Mo Nan swung his blade again and stopped. He deliberately gave Faang Zhenghua a chance to catch his breath. He swung the blade in his hand and curled his lips.

"To be honest, I have led you all the way to the Martial Path. Even if you can't recognize me now, it's impossible for you to defeat me."

How could there be a reason for a master to lose to a disciple?

Hearing that, Faang Zhenghua unconsciously frowned, feeling impatient in his heart.

It was these words again.

He really wanted to shout out and let the young man in front of him understand that he came from the Upper Realm. It was impossible for him to have any interaction with the latter.

However, every time the words reached the tip of his tongue, He felt an inexplicable sense of guilt.

Because he only had half a year's memories. Half a year ago, he did not remember what he had experienced, what family he had, and what friends he had.

He only remembered that ever since he went to the Thunder Spirit Sect, everyone treated him like family.

That feeling made him subconsciously addicted to it and become dependent on it.

Speaking of which, it was also because the siblings were too difficult. They had no one to rely on since they started peeing. Although Zhou Wei was boneless, at least she was better. She could rely on him, but who could Faang Zhenghua rely on?

This caused him to immediately treat that place as his home when he went to the Thunder Spirit Sect.

At the same time, he did not want to find his former home. He was afraid that it would affect him even a little bit.

This was something old rascal didn't expect.

He thought that Faang Zhenghua had only forgotten about the past. So, as long as he proved that he knew Faang Zhenghua, Faang Zhenghua would receive his treatment.

In fact, the more Faang Zhenghua suspected him, the more Faang Zhenghua resisted him.

He also resisted Zhou Wei.

However, after Faang Zhenghua frowned, his attitude suddenly changed and he said in a deep voice,

Alright, if you say you know me, then tell me who else I have left alive."

When old rascal heard that, he was very pleased. He thought that it was this guy who finally believed his words and thought it through. When he thought of Zhou girl who was still in the hotel and could not sleep and was worried about nothing, he quickly said.

"There is. You still have a younger sister. " You've seen her before. "

"It's just that you're too stupid to recognize her. Forget about your own sister, you even attacked her... "

He was talking non-stop.

Suddenly.

Faang Zhenghua had already arrived not far in front of him. With a wave of his hand, an arm-thick lightning bolt struck him.

Trying to launch a sneak attack?

Mo Nan, who was speaking, sneered. In the next moment, his figure had already flashed a few meters away, easily avoiding Faang Zhenghua's attack.

What a joke. In terms of sneak attacks and psychological warfare, he could be the teacher of all the warriors present today.

In terms of dirty tricks, even ten Faang Zhenghua were not his match.

However, after Faang Zhenghua continued to attack, Mo Nan also lost his patience. His face sank as he said,

"Looks like it's useless to keep blabbering. This young master's patience has been completely exhausted by you."

"Since that's the case, I'll knock you unconscious and carry you back to the hotel!"

Anyway, when Faang Zhenghua fainted, wouldn't he do as he pleased?

It was much simpler to think about it this way. Mo Nan didn't hesitate any longer. He took a deep breath, and a long cloud of Spiritual Force entered his mouth in an instant. At this moment, old rascal's Spiritual Force's Qi was rising rapidly. At one point, it was approaching Liao Xian, who was already half a step into the Martial Sovereign realm.

"Nameless Saber Technique, fourth strike!"

The Fourth Move could only be used with the strength of a Martial Sovereign.

At the same time, the fourth strike was also the one Mo Nan had the deepest understanding of. In the dream where he had obtained the Nameless Saber Technique, the middle-aged man who had chased after Elder Mo had used the fourth strike.

With one saber strike, heaven and earth changed color.

The strength of a Martial Sovereign warrior could already faintly touch the origin of the Spiritual Force, thus affecting the heaven and earth.

At this moment, Mo Nan forcefully unleashed the fourth strike.1

Hanging slash.

All of a sudden, a middle-aged man whose face could not be seen appeared in front of Mo Nan.

Strangely, after the middle-aged man appeared, he seemed to have a mind of his own. He turned his head and looked into Mo Nan's eyes. Then, he let out a surprised cry. "Eh?"

In an instant, no one present felt anything. Only old rascal felt goosebumps all over his body.

It felt like someone was looking at him from afar.

After that, the middle-aged man seemed to be gratified and nodded. He immediately turned around but did not immediately return to Mo Nan's actions. Instead, it was as if he was demonstrating.

The first slash was diagonal.

The second slash was a stab.

The third slash, backhanded slash.

...

The entire set of saber moves had a total of nine saber moves. He did not use any medicinal Spiritual Forces to display them once.

After that, he turned his head back.

Mo Nan's eyes had already become vacant, as if he had fallen into an extremely profound state. He was like a sapling that had been thirsty for a long time, trying hard to absorb nutrients.

The middle-aged man nodded his head in relief. His mouth seemed to move a little when he could not see his facial features clearly. If there were people who were close to him and knew how to lip-talk, they would understand. What he said was:

"The Yun family has an heir!"

After saying this, the middle-aged man who had gathered the Spiritual Force seemed to have returned to normal. He faced forward again and swung his saber.

Hack! Hack!

"It's broken!"

Below the stage, Cai Ling'er and the others were still frowning, waiting for the result. Ning Qi suddenly stood up in fear and anxiety written on his face.

He did not know that Mo Nan's blade technique would suddenly become so profound. In fact, Mo Nan's blade technique did not change because Mo Nan's action just now was very ridiculous to him.

However, regardless of whether old rascal's movement was accurate or not, the middle-aged man on the stage, who had condensed the Spiritual Force, swung his blade. Every movement made Ning Qi obsessed.

Grandmaster.

A true Grandmaster of Saber Techniques!

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