Looking at the scene in front of them, they couldn't help but stare with a look of surprise on their faces.
The air blade came out from Xuanyuan Moze's hand and slashed across the cheek of the venerable. The blade cut a deep gash on his face, and blood splattered, making the whole face look somewhat hideous.
The venerable also seemed to not believe it and stopped for a moment. He raised his hand and stroked his scratched cheek. The pain on his cheek and the blood on his hand made him want to kill someone.
"Good job Xuanyuan Moze! I want to see how you die!"
His voice sounded gloomy, and the murderous aura surged from his body, manifesting itself in his voice, his eyes, and his actions.
A bright and sharp blade appeared in his hand. He held it backwards, gritted his teeth, changed his pace and figure, and attacked. The blade in his hand drew several blade shadows in an instant. The attack was accompanied by a fierce fighting spirit, so his speed was also increased.
The opponent drew his sword, but Xuanyuan Moze was still unarmed. He originally had the upper hand in the battle, but gradually fell into a disadvantage due to the opponent's crazy attacks. He was almost stabbed in the fatal part by the blade in the opponent's hand several times.
Fengjiu watched from the side, her eyes moved slightly, the evil look on her face disappeared at some point, and now only a cold and sharp look appeared.
The people from the four sects were stunned and didn't make a sound. They only saw the black-robed man named Xuanyuan Moze scratch the face of the venerable. Such a deep wound would probably leave a scar even after it healed.
What shocked them even more was that the Lord actually took out a weapon. He actually tried to use the sword in his hand to hurt Xuanyuan Moze? In this way, even if he won, it would really be dishonorable.
“My Lord, should we ask them to stop? If they continue like this, I’m afraid…” a venerable said, frowning as he watched the scene.
"No rush, their strength is being stimulated, let them fight!" said an immortal, waving his hand to indicate that there was no need to say more.
Feng Jiu glanced at those people and saw that they were all watching with great interest, treating this life-and-death battle as a play. She curled the corners of her lips and sneered silently.
In front, there was a sound of a robe being torn. Fengjiu looked and saw that Xuanyuan Moze's robe was torn. Perhaps the skin was not injured, so there was no bleeding.
At this moment, she watched Xuanyuan Moze lean forward to fight, and kicked the blade in the opponent's hand away. The blade was thrown into the air and then fell on the stage.
The venerable whose blade was kicked became furious, and rushed forward to try to fight in close combat, but was kicked in the ribs by Xuanyuan Moze again. Even Fengjiu who was standing next to him could faintly hear the sound of the bone breaking, a very clear sound of "crack".
"ah!"
A scream was heard, and the venerable was kicked off the platform by Xuanyuan Moze, and fell among the stunned monks and disciples standing below.
"Hiss! My Lord!"
The monks and disciples below cried out in surprise, but no one dared to step forward to help him. Instead, they retreated involuntarily and watched the venerable fall from the high platform, fall to the ground in a mess and fainted...