boom!

Under the irradiation of the tyrannical power of the sword and whip shadow, everyone around them was so suppressed that they could not lift their heads.

Only Mo Chuan's face remained the same, like a pine and cypress in the cold years, standing proudly in place!

As the shadow of the sword whip got closer and closer, Mo Chuan, who had been silent, finally spoke. He looked at Sun Rourou and said calmly: "My sword intention is indeed not as good as your sword whip intention..."

What are you planning to do? Are you planning to express your last thoughts? Sun Rourou looked at Mo Chuan, frowned slightly at first, and then sneered with contempt.

"But just like what you said before..." Mo Chuan looked at Sun Rourou with a calm expression and continued: "Don't you think that in this world, you are the only one who is good at one artistic conception and understands two

Artistic conception, right?”

Sun Rourou's expression was still contemptuous, and she sneered: "Oh? So, what do you want to say? Do you want to say that you have also understood two artistic conceptions? Moreover, you can also fuse these two artistic conceptions to give birth to Miss Biben.

The artistic conception of sword and whip, do you want a more powerful fusion artistic conception?"

"That's right." Mo Chuan nodded calmly, and at the same time, a sword appeared in his hand.

"Pfft! Good acting, pretending to be just like the real thing!"

Seeing Mo Chuan take out the sword, the sneer on Sun Rourou's face became even stronger.

She didn't believe that Mo Chuan understood the second artistic conception!

Moreover, to take a step back, even if Mo Chuan really comprehends the second artistic conception, he can form an artistic conception that is integrated with his sword intention.

Sun Rourou is also sure that Mo Chuan's fusion artistic conception is definitely not as good as her sword whip artistic conception!

The artistic conception of her sword and whip is extremely special. It is the fusion of the artistic conceptions of two weapons. It is simply not comparable to the ordinary fusion of artistic conceptions!

"This ant is already on the verge of death, and he is still making excuses!" The monks from the surrounding three-ring sea area snorted coldly. Obviously, they did not believe Mo Chuan's words and did not think that Mo Chuan had the means to compete with the artistic conception of the sword whip.

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"This is..." An Xingwen's pupils shrank and he stared at the sword in Mo Chuan's hand. He was quite shocked. This sword was an immortal weapon, exactly the one in the hand of his ancestor of the An family.

Take it!

There is no doubt that after Mo Chuan killed his ancestor, he took this heavenly sword as his own.

The bloody feud resurfaced in An Xingwen's mind. Immediately, his cold eyes stared at Mo Chuan from a distance. Fortunately, the great revenge was about to be avenged!

Sun Rourou's sword-whip artistic conception is so stunning and terrifying. An Xingwen also doesn't think that Mo Chuan has any tricks to withstand the sword-whip artistic conception!

Over Fairy Fruit Island, looking at Mo Chuan in the mirror, Jian Qi said calmly: "This man actually held the sword. Is it true that he has mastered the second artistic conception, so he can also use the fused artistic conception as he said?"

, to compete with my lady’s sword-whip artistic conception?”

"Pfft!" Next to him, a Xuanxian guard immediately burst into laughter and said speechlessly: "Brother Jian Qi, do you have so little confidence in your young lady? That is the artistic conception of sword and whip, the artistic conception of two weapons.

The fusion is rare in the world, how can this Mo Chuan be able to withstand it? Even if he really has the artistic conception of fusion, he won't be able to!"

The corners of Jian Qi's lips curled up slightly and he said: "Everything has exceptions, and my lady is not invincible. What if? What if that boy really blocks my lady's sword-whip conception?"

He spoke very modestly, but with his contemptuous expression and sinister tone, anyone could tell that Jian Qi was mocking Mo Chuan for overestimating his abilities.

The big bosses in the surrounding sea area had bitter expressions on their faces. They hoped that the "in case" mentioned by Jian Qi would come true, but they also knew that this was just an unrealistic fantasy.

A feeling of powerlessness emerged in their hearts. They continued to look at the picture in the diamond-shaped mirror, and their eyes fell on Mo Chuan, with a somewhat unbearable expression.

Fairy Fruit Island, core area.

Looking at Mo Chuan with a dull expression, still holding the sword and standing still, Sun Rourou sneered: "Pretend! Keep pretending! But... the shadow of the sword whip produced by this girl will not accompany you, an ant!"

As he spoke, the terrifying shadow of the sword and whip was already very close to Mo Chuan. Only the last few centimeters were left, and it seemed that it was about to kill Mo Chuan.

But at this moment, Mo Chuan finally moved. With a calm expression, he raised the sword in his hand and waved it gently in the air, creating a dazzling sword light.

Sun Rourou smiled, with an arrogant expression on her face, and said: "It's a good sword. It deserves to be understood by the forty-level sword intention of the Immortal Stage. However, compared to this girl's sword whip intention, it is still nothing..."

However, before she finished speaking, Sun Rourou felt as if she had been struck by lightning, and her expression suddenly became dull.

She saw that the sword light that she did not pay attention to was slowly drawing a mysterious black crack in the space in front of Mo Chuan!

The black crack is so dark and deep that you don’t know where it leads. Just looking at it from a distance makes people shudder, and their scalp becomes numb, as if their soul is trapped deep inside!
Chapter completed!