Mo Dao stood still, sword energy flying around his body.

His sword energy was also so powerful that he cut off the ice chains one by one.

Zheng!

Han Xue came to kill like a ghost, and Ling Tian slashed it down with one sword.

Buzz!

Just in time, Mo Dao broke the ice seal and swung it out.

This blow was too hard, and both of them were knocked back. A layer of halo spread in all directions.

At the same moment, both of them were stationed and attacked each other. One was holding a Yin Ice Sword in his hand, and his posture was graceful. His sword skills were unpredictable. Every time he made a move, a cold air raged across the battlefield, and the sound of the sword was heard.

Harsh; a hand-held black knife, with a domineering aura, the sword technique is extremely powerful, every knife is extremely powerful, the collision of weapons is accompanied by the sonorous and crisp sound of fire.

"good."

The audience cheered loudly.

Not to mention the disciples, even the elders have gleaming eyes. These two juniors are both unique talents. Now their fighting power is at full strength, and they are fighting equally. Because of this, the fight is exciting.

"Who do you think will win?" Su Yu asked while sharpening his knife.

"I'm more optimistic about sharpening the knife." Jian Nan replied and squatted there to sharpen the knife.

The two guys are also interesting. They are sharpening their knives while watching the battle. If they take the time, they will also take a look at Man Teng. Someone is going to cut up his little brother. Look at this big guy, he can stir-fry a plate of vegetables.

"Don't make trouble." Man Teng struggled violently.

Why are you struggling so fiercely? It's just because you've been tied up by Wu Hua Da Da.

At this moment, he was like a maggot...wriggling on the ground? He didn't want to enter the palace.

"Who is weak and who is strong?" Most of the elders were stroking their beards.

To be honest, I still dare not judge the outcome of the battle. Mo Dao and Han Xue are indeed equally matched.

At this moment, no one dared to draw any conclusions. For example, Ji Hen and Prajna, no one was optimistic about the little martial arts cultivator, but that guy won, and won beautifully. Who knows if those two people had any trump cards.

Speaking of Ji Hen, many people glanced at Zhao Yun.

That fellow sat firmly on the Diaoyutai, watching the battle conscientiously with his hands folded.

On the other hand, Prajna's condition was not very good. The Buddha was thrown to pieces and collapsed. She closed her eyes to heal her injuries. Her cheeks were extremely pale, and the corners of her mouth were bleeding continuously. Her master tried his best to help her heal.

"Good sword skills." Zhao Yun exclaimed in his heart.

He is talking about the Mo Sword. I don’t know what kind of sword technique he has inherited. It really spans all directions.

"In your opinion, who will win?" Chen Xuan asked.

"It's hard to say." Zhao Yun shook his head lightly, because the two of them were really evenly matched.

"By the way...do you want me to be detained again?" Zhao Yun asked sideways.

"No more deposits."

"Why don't you keep it?"

"No money."

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There will be chapters later, so it will come later.
Chapter completed!