Under the eyes of everyone, Deng Jiuling walked forward with his hands, step by step, toward Qinglong Yanyuedao.
step!
Two steps!
Three steps!
Four steps!
Five steps!
Six steps!
Deng Jiuling kept taking six steps without stopping in one breath. After each step, there would be a fiery sword aura behind him.
Six Sword Qi!
In this scene, all the disciples of the Mo family who watched breathed air-conditioning.
"The sixth layer of Tianshuang sword aura!" Mo Ruxue looked surprised.
"As expected of my man!" Mo Wufen clenched her fists, a little excited.
"This...impossible!" Mo Tianshuang's eyes widened, his nose crooked with anger.
Mo Tianshuang has practiced the Tianshuang Sword Technique for fifty years, and he spends nine months in each year practicing at minus 40 degrees.
After practicing this all his life, coupled with his amazing talent, Mo Tianshuang has cultivated his sword skills to the sixth level!
Until not long ago, Mo Liancheng sent precious treasures, and Mo Tianshuang stepped into the seventh floor by chance and coincidence!
But Deng Jiuling is just nineteen years old this year, so he went so far as to step directly into the sixth floor
What the hell!
This... how is this possible
Doesn't this mean that Mo Tianshuang's fifty years of cultivation can only compare with Deng Jiuling
"Uncle Tian, you can't worry, you have seven sword auras, and this kid is only six." Mo Hu said coldly.
"Yes, the old man's Tianshuang swordsmanship is on the seventh level, this kid is a fart!" Mo Tianshuang said proudly, stroking his white beard.
The sixth and seventh floors seem to be only one step away, but in reality they are a thousand miles away.
This is Mo Tianshuang's self-confidence!
But the next moment, the smile on Mo Tianshuang's face turned into a terrible shock.
In full view, Deng Jiuling entered the seventh step.
Cang!
A dazzling sword aura appeared instantly.
"Seven swordsmanship!" Elder Bai, who had been silent, couldn't help but exclaimed.
"What, this kid's sword spirit can actually be comparable to the island owner?"
"I, Cao, could this kid be my disciple of the Mo family?"
Boom!
Disciple of the Mo family, shaking at the same time.
"Damn it!"
Click!
With clenched fists, Mo Tianshuang's nose was tilted with anger.
"Uncle Tian, don't worry, even if this kid's sword aura is the same as you, but his sword aura is definitely not as powerful as you." Mo Hu said bitterly.
"Yes, the old man has cultivated true energy for fifty years. This kid is only nineteen years old. Even if he starts to practice with his mother, he is definitely not an opponent of the old man!" Mo Tianshuang sneered lightly on his white beard.
tread!
As soon as the voice fell, Deng Jiuling's eighth step finally came out.
Cang!
Another raging fire sword aura appeared in front of everyone.
This sword aura shines like the scorching sun, instantly lighting up the audience.
Even if they were far apart, this huge scorching heat caused everyone to take off their shirts and sweat on their foreheads.
"Eight... Eight Sword Qi?" Elder Bai looked shocked and couldn't help screaming.
"Among my disciples of the Mo family, none of them seem to be able to cultivate such a sword spirit!"
"Too Nima is terrifying!"
"I'm afraid that in the entire Tianshuang Island, only the ancestor with white eyebrows can give Deng Jiuling a force?"
Shocked!
At this moment, all the disciples of the Mo family were plunged into great terror.
"This... It's impossible!" Mo Tianshuang's eyes widened, his expression unbelievable.
Even Mo Tianshuang himself, even if he has been practicing for several decades, it is still impossible to cultivate the Tianshuang sword technique to the eighth level.
Because the seventh layer starts, one must pay attention to chance and talent.
Although Mo Tianshuang had a high talent, his ability to cultivate to the seventh level was still the limit of his talent.
But Deng Jiuling is so powerful that he is so talented
What the hell!
This... how is this possible
"Uncle Tian, even if this kid has eight sword auras, his Tianshuang sword aura is at best equal to you." Mo Hu said angrily.
"Yes, the old man's cultivation base is so high, and his body is full of zhenqi, even if it is only the seventh level, it can still match his eighth level!"
Caressing the white beard, Mo Tianshuang sneered and said, "Unless this kid can push the Tianshuang sword energy to the ninth level, he will definitely not be able to defeat the old man!"
Although Mo Tianshuang's words are somewhat reluctant, they are also facts.
The ninth layer of Tianshuang swordsmanship is the most superior swordsmanship, representing the ultimate swordsmanship of Tianshuang Island.
In the entire Tianshuang Island, there is no one who can cultivate the ninth level of swordsmanship in the past 100 years.
It is precisely for this reason that the status of the ancestor Baimei on Tianshuang Island has become so noble and sacred!
Because the cultivation base of the ancestor Baimei is the ninth layer!
"Even if you are so talented as Deng Jiuling, it can't be the ninth level!"
Mo Tianshuang looked resentful and stared at Deng Jiuling nervously.
Under all eyes, Deng Jiuling took the ninth step.
tread!
The sound of this step was like a resounding thunder hammer, beating in the hearts of everyone, like a thunder.
Roar!
Suddenly, all the sword energy around Deng Jiuling disappeared and turned into a dragon of raging fire.
Longyin Jiuxiao, raging fire!
Under this monstrous fire, everyone felt their eyes blooming, as if seeing a golden sun rising!
"The ninth floor, the ultimate kendo!" The white-robed elder was excited and couldn't help roaring out.
"All the sword qi has disappeared, why is it still the ninth layer?" Mo Wu was a little confused.
"Nine-Nine into One, this is Nine-Nine into One, God!" Mo Tiger finally couldn't help screaming.
The ninth layer of Tianshuang Sword Art is not nine sword auras, but a sword aura.
But the power of this sword aura surpassed the previous eight layers!
Representative, ultimate!
This is the power of Tianshuang Sword Technique!
Dang! Dang! Dang!
Deng Jiuling's strength finally aroused the endless shock of all the Mohists in the audience.
"It's my elder brother, okay!"
Mo Fei, who had been nervous all the time, finally fell down with a hanging heart. He couldn't help but laugh out loud, and the laugh was very relieved.
Who said that Mo Fei, a collateral foreign aid, and Deng Jiuling, a foreign countryman, would not be able to win the championship
Today, Mo Fei and Deng Jiuling, I will change our lives against the sky and change the world!
This is Mo Fei's self-confidence!
This is Deng Jiuling's self-confidence!
At this moment, Deng Jiuling's whole body, a fiery golden dragon, was slowly spinning.
"Predecessors from all over the world are worthy of being the number one master who moved all over the world in those days. These Four Seas Divine Art Slips directly increase the power of the two layers of exercises, which is simply against the sky to the extreme."
Deng Jiuling stood with his hands in his hands, his eyes burning, and his face swept around proudly.
Wherever they looked, the heroes bowed their heads, not daring to look at Deng Jiuling's sharp edge.
Click!
Mo Tianshuang clenched his fists tightly, and his old eyes were full of suffocation and anger.
"As the owner of Tianshuang Island, the old man has practiced swordsmanship all his life, but in the end he is not as good as a 19-year-old kid?"
"Could it be that the old man's fifty years of hard training and all his hard work have been eaten by dogs?"
Wow… !
At this moment, Mo Tianshuang burst into tears and suddenly wanted to cry.
"Uncle Tian, don't worry, this kid is awesome, but if he can't pull out the Azure Dragon Yanyue Sword, he still won't have any eggs." Mo Hu said with a sneer.
It's just that despite the truth, anyone can hear it. In Mohu's tone, there is a strong taste of sour grapes.
"Yes, Deng Jiuling, no matter how you go against the sky, but what we pay attention to in the game is the result."
Mo Tianshuang treated Mohu's words directly as soul chicken soup. He couldn't help but roared: "Deng Jiuling, if you have the ability, you can draw a knife, you draw a knife!"
"Don't worry, this knife is in my pocket. No one can pull it out except me."
Deng Jiuling stood with his hands in his hands, his tone full of indifference, standing on a high platform overlooking the heroes like a god:
"But I need to remind everyone that when I draw my sword, this Tianshuang Valley will collapse."
"For everyone's safety, I suggest you leave the valley as soon as possible."
"Otherwise, if something happens later, don't blame me, you didn't remind you beforehand."
Hum!
As soon as Deng Jiuling said this, the heroes suddenly became furious.
"I'm Cao, this kid, too confident, right?"
"It's not impossible to be confident, but if you are too confident, then you are arrogant!"
"It's terrible, the old man has lived for so many years, and he has never seen such an arrogant kid!"
"Even if Deng Jiuling's swordsmanship is strong, but the sword and the sword are not the same, why is he so confident?"
"The Tianshuang family has studied the Azure Dragon Yanyue Sword for a hundred years, but Mo Tianshuang still can't draw the sword. What is this kid crazy?"
There was a commotion and a lot of discussions, and there was a lot of anger in their eyes.
Among the crowd, only Mo Fei hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to believe in Deng Jiuling and turned to leave the valley.
"Mo Wu didn't want to leave, but Deng Jiuling's eyes were sharp, and he took another look at Mo Wu, with warning and concern in his eyes.
"Hmph, just leave, what's so fierce? Let's see how this lady will deal with you at night!"
Mo Wu rolled her beautiful eyes, turned into a fragrant wind and left.
boom! Boom... Boom!
The knife slave, who had recovered from his injury, walked to shake the mountain and left with Mo Wu.
"Father, let's... leave?" After hesitating for a while, Mo Ruxue said softly.
"I don't want to go, I want to go by myself. I really don't believe it. This horrible kid can really draw a sword successfully! Humph!" Mo Tianshuang lightly stroked his white beard, his expression irritating.
"Miss Ruxue, don't worry, if you have this son, even if this kid can draw the sword successfully, I will protect you."
Mo Hu looked dumbfounded, and said with disdain: "And then again, how can he succeed in drawing a sword for a mere outsider?"
What Mohu said sourly, but it also has a certain truth.
The sword is the head of a hundred soldiers, representing the gentleman and masculinity.
The knife is the overlord weapon, representing killing and brutality.
Knife and sword, gentleman and slaughter, the temperament of the two are completely different.
Therefore, ordinary martial arts masters with profound swordsmanship, even if the swordsmanship is powerful, can't reach the top level.
Deng Jiuling's swordsmanship climbed to the top, if his sword skills could also climb to the top, it would be almost impossible.
Because of the entire third generation of the children of the Mo family, only the "Nanhai Young Master" Mo Yu could take this step.
Even if you Deng Jiuling is good, but if you want to be comparable to Nanhai Lord, it is still much inferior.
This is Mohu's self-confidence!
Under all eyes, Deng Jiuling finally moved.