Chapter 1307 The bloodthirsty audience has entered the auditorium
As soon as he took the first step, a swordsman appeared in front of him, slashing down at him with unparalleled domineering power.
This sword was not only extremely strong and powerful, but its unparalleled momentum also locked onto Mo Cheng. No matter where he fled, he had to take on this sword.
The knife that cannot be avoided is facing a person who does not need to be avoided.
"It's interesting, but unfortunately not enough."
Mo Cheng didn't even use the holy sword in his hand, and faced the knife with an almost contemptuous attitude.
He just stretched out two fingers and grasped the sword that was about to be cut down with great ease.
The two fingers clamped the blade tightly as if made of iron, leaving the knife wielder no way to pull the knife back.
A swordsman who has lost his weapon will obviously end in failure.
But how could a powerful person who could appear in this boundless space and even leave his image in this place be defeated so easily?
In an instant, Mo Cheng felt that the blade between his fingers was as cold as ice, and then the blade turned invisible and broke free from the confinement of his fingers.
Afterwards, the knife turned into a demonic knife that appeared from the bottom of hell. Driven by hatred, it pulled all things in the world into the deepest part of hell.
The blade ignored all material protection and went straight for Mo Cheng's head.
But this devil's sword from the depths of hell was shattered by a ray of golden sword energy. The extremely ferocious and evil devil's sword was instantly crushed into powder by the more domineering sword energy of the holy sword, leaving no trace behind.
After strangling the image of the swordsman, Mo Cheng couldn't help but look at the road in front of him with a frown.
Looking ahead, the road extends beyond the sight, and you can basically imagine how long this road is.
At the same time, the first step is to face the enemy. From now on, I am afraid that we will have to fight against those who have left their images in the Nine Sky Boundless World all the time.
A very troublesome thing.
But there is no need to escape.
After all, the main purpose of coming to this place is to subdue the holy sword in his hand.
After defeating the first person, Mo Cheng clearly felt that the holy sword in his hand did not seem to be so resistant to him.
It seems that the method to subdue this holy sword is also very simple.
As long as you carry it to victory after victory, the sword will always submit.
Although the conditions for surrender are a bit troublesome, it is still much stronger than weapons like [Tiger Soul] that can backfire.
"Just chop your way through it."
Mo Cheng looked around and found that there was no one in this place at all. He also basically understood the function of this road.
To put it in a more understandable way, this road is some kind of PVP arena.
Mo Cheng took a deep breath, then took a step forward and ran forward.
In a flash, he had already run forward an unknown distance. Every time his toes touched the ground, a new enemy would appear, some mysterious, some strange, some overbearing, some extreme, and would attack Mo Cheng.
However, Mo Chengjian moved freely, and the sword energy of the Golden Holy Sword took the initiative to strangle and destroy the enemy.
No one could withstand a blow from that unparalleled sword energy, and most people would be shredded together with their weapons by the sword energy.
Mo Cheng hasn't even used the holy sword yet.
Looking from afar, I saw a figure wrapped in countless golden sword energy in the jungle of countless weapons. From time to time, weapons flew out along the road, and human figures condensed to try to fight with that figure.
But often before they could reach the opponent, they would be cut off and shredded by the golden sword energy along with their soldiers.
Wherever the golden figure passed, only the remains of weapons were left on the ground.
In other words, scrap metal.
When Mo Cheng was halfway through his journey, he finally felt some kind of pressure, because the enemy appeared and was already in front of him with golden sword energy.
It was also the first time that Mo Cheng used the holy sword against the enemy.
The sword passed by, leaving only the enemy and his weapon cut in half.
It destroys the enemy more decisively than the golden sword energy, and also destroys those .
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but Mo Cheng could feel that every time he destroyed a weapon, the holy sword became more obedient.
Just like destroying other weapons to prove its own strength, the holy sword itself is also happy to see it.
As more and more enemies appeared, Mo Cheng's pupils dilated and his eyes became blank, as if he had lost any thoughts other than "kill".
Every step kills the enemy in the most precise and direct way.
Use the least amount of force in each strike to destroy the enemy.
No injuries, only death.
Under the unparalleled sharpness of the holy sword, it is difficult for any enemy that appears before him to be a match for him.
It was unknown how many enemies he had destroyed or how many magical weapons had been broken, but Mo Cheng's momentum grew stronger as he advanced.
Gathering strength, every kill, every step forward, is building up momentum for the final battle.
Spirit, intention, momentum, strength.
They were all rising slowly and steadily. Even the sword master waiting at the end looked up at the sky and couldn't help but sigh, "The defeat of the strong sharpens the sword, and it accumulates momentum. With every step, every kill, the momentum becomes stronger. Did I do something wrong?"
When Mo Cheng walked along that road, the sword master could already imagine what kind of murderous sword he would face.
But soon, the sword master denied this statement.
"But if I can't see the scenery of the limit of the killing path, and can't see the sword villain become more ferocious, it seems to be a greater loss."
No one answered the sword master's question. Beside him was only a sword stuck in the ground. At this moment, the sword was shaking slightly and making a sword chant.
It seemed as if responding to the approaching holy sword, or answering the sword's head's question.
Along with the sword's chant, the Sword Master constantly adjusted his own and the sword's state, because he knew what he needed to do next, and there was only one thing he could do.
Fight with all your might, fight with all you have, have no regrets whether you live or die, win or lose.
When the holy sword pierced the chest of the last swordsman, Mo Cheng knew that he had reached the end of the road.
But the sword head did not appear in front of him. At this time, there was only a mountain in front of Mo Cheng.
A mountain that towers into the clouds, like a sharp sword piercing the sky.
Mo Cheng could feel that the sword master was just on the other side of the mountain, and the other party seemed to be waiting for something as well.
Soon, Mo Cheng understood what the other party wanted to express.
The location of the final battlefield of this battle.
Looking up, the highest point in the boundless sky is the battlefield of this battle.
Mo Cheng did not fly, but walked slowly from the foot of the mountain to the top. Although he was walking on the rugged mountain, he walked slowly step by step.
It was as if he was a mortal, climbing the mountain with difficulty.
This speed is naturally surprisingly slow.
But just when Mo Cheng left that road and began to climb towards the top of the mountain, he felt that countless consciousnesses were rising and converging on the top of the mountain.
"Hey, have you already occupied the audience seats in advance?"
That is the will of the powerful beings in this world. Even if it is just a remnant of will left, they do not want to miss the next sword fight.
