Chapter 93: One Sword to Kill and Destroy a Powerful Enemy!

  The competition continued on the second day early in the morning.

  The surroundings of the fifth illusion arena were already packed with many outer sect disciples, everyone was discussing and speculating, all for today's match, a battle between two strong opponents!

  People in the crowd were talking about it.

  "Today's match, Blood Demon Mo Bei vs Crazy Sword Zhang Xing Huan, it's really hard to say who will win or lose!"

  The Zhang family's disciples heard this and immediately became furious, saying: "What nonsense is that? Of course it will be our Zhang family's Zhang Xinghuan who will win!"

  The Fang family's disciple retorted with a smile, "I don't think so. Zhang Xinghuan is indeed a genius, and his strength has been boundless since he was young. But the Blood Demon isn't someone to be trifled with either - his swordsmanship is divine!"

  The rest of the disciples nodded in agreement, "Yes, yes, it's really hard to say. The competition is about to begin, let's wait and see!"

  Under the light screen, the virtual shadow on the stage couldn't hear their discussion at all.

  Mo Bei had just settled into his meditation, conjuring up a phantom image on the stage, when he opened his eyes and saw the person in front of him. His eyebrows slightly rose: "Is it him? Zhang Xinghuan?"

  Ten feet away from Zhang Xinghuan, his physique was extremely robust, and the service of the outer door disciples had already been inflated by his robust body.

  On his chest, the black clothes bulged with muscles, the outline was clear and distinct, showing extremely powerful strength.

  Zhang Xinghuan's face was cold, his eyes narrowed, and two cold glints shot out from his pupils, staring straight at Mo Bei, as if he wanted to scrape off a layer of skin from him.

  "Blood Demon?" Zhang Xinghuan's face revealed a hint of coldness, and he snorted, his words full of disdain: "Originally wanted to kill the little dragon dog by your side, but meeting you is even better!"

  "What about Blood Demon? Even if he encounters me Zhang Xinghuan, won't he still end up dead?"

  At this point, Zhang Xinghuan swung his right hand with a huge iron sword about one foot wide and seven feet long, creating a strong gust of wind in mid-air. The sharp tip of the sword pointed directly at Mo Bei: "Blood Demon, haha!"

  "I advise you not to be ignorant of courtesy, surrender yourself, lest I kill you with one sword and lose face!"

  Mo Bei's expression was calm as he gazed at the sword tip in Zhang Xuan's hand, his eyes slowly moving to land on his face. Without a word, he raised his arm, stretched out his hand and lifted his index finger, hooking it towards Zhang Xuan.

  "You!"

  Zhang Xinghuan's eyes suddenly widened to the size of copper bells, with flames of anger almost bursting out from his pupils.

  He burst out laughing, his laughter filled with a murderous aura: "Haha! A truly arrogant and domineering Blood Devil, indeed so reckless! But soon, wait for me to split you in half with one sword, let's see if you can still be arrogant!"

  "Die!"

  Zhang Xinghuan suddenly let out a loud roar, his right arm dragging an enormous iron sword that seemed to be as heavy as a mountain. His footsteps were swift and fierce, like a wild bull, as he charged straight at Mo Bei!

  His footsteps were swift, his massive iron sword slammed into the ground, and behind him, a long, dazzling fire snake was drawn out!

  "Thunderclap Sword Technique!"

  Zhang Xing's body was enormous, but his movements were not slow at all. When he ran, he seemed like a furious beast, bringing with him the momentum of thunder, and killing everything in his path. The giant iron sword in his hand stirred up waves of wild wind in the air, displaying his fierce and brutal aura!

  In a flash of lightning, within a distance of ten zhang, Zhang Xinghuan had already flashed past. When he was about to rush in front of Mo Bei, he stopped at a distance of less than one zhang.

  He suddenly kicked his feet and leaped into the air like a fierce bull, holding a sword in both hands, and fiercely slashed down with a menacing chop!

  "Die!"

  That incredibly heavy sword edge, accompanied by violent power, split the air into visible spiral whirlpools that opened to both sides.

  Just as the sword was about to fall on Mo Bei's body!

  "Ah!"

  Mo Bei's expression didn't change, still hugging the sword to his chest with both hands, and his toes lightly tapping on the ground. Then, his body floated back like a feather, landing half a zhang away.

  That heavy sword edge, almost rubbed against Mo Bei's scalp and swept over, if it went forward another half inch, it would be able to split Mo Bei into two halves!

  Bang!

  The heavy sword blade smashed heavily onto the ground.

  On the ground, gravel suddenly flew up and splashed open!

  A powerful impact force tore a complete stone platform, and suddenly ripped out a deep stone pit about one foot!

  The layer of light screen on the ground also rippled with a faint wave, swaying unsteadily.

  "Huh? Not dead yet!" Zhang Xinghuan's eyes widened, his right foot fiercely stepped back half a step, and then his waist suddenly twisted, swinging out a massive force that poured into his arms. His hands grasped the hilt of the sword, and with a fierce cry, he swung it upwards in mid-air!

  "Ah!"

  A fierce gust of wind suddenly arose, blowing Mo Bei's hair into disarray.

  Mo Bei showed no fear, his face didn't have a hint of surprise, and there was no change in his expression. At the moment Xing Huan swung his sword, Mo Bei's left ankle suddenly twisted, producing a huge pulling force, and his body dodged to one side, avoiding this fierce sword once again.

  "Ah!!!” Once again, Zhang Xinghuan was dodged by Mo Bei, his face turned red with rage, his eyes bulging out like a mad beast, and he let out a series of loud roars.

  "The Third Sword!"

  He swung the giant sword in his hand, attacking like a stormy rain, towards Mo Bei.

  That sword move, with a grand and powerful opening and closing, was swift and violent, its technique extremely fierce.

  If he wasn't careful, Mo Bei would be chopped into minced meat!

  "Die die die die!"

  "Fourth slash, fifth slash! Heavenly Punishment Sword Technique!!"

  Mo Bei's figure, constantly flashing, lightly jumping, bending and turning in every corner of the arena.

  Zhang Xinghuan went mad, closely following Mo Bei, relentlessly pursuing him. Each sword strike was more ferocious than the last, each wave of sword energy chasing after Mo Bei, unrelenting and continuous, pounding down on him without end.

  At first glance, Zhang Xinghuan seemed to be fleeing in disarray after being chased by Mo Bei. But who would have thought that at this moment, Zhang Xinghuan was already panting heavily, while Mo Bei remained calm and composed, his face unchanged.

  Seeing Mo Bei being forced into a dead end, with his back against the light screen, Zhang Xinghuan burst out laughing, his face twisted in a grotesque manner:

  "Seventh Sword! North Star Sword Art, go die for me!!"

  The residual sound still lingered, Zhang Xinghuan's hands tightly grasped the hilt of his sword, swinging his massive sword and splashing out a fierce and violent sword wind. The black sword energy suddenly erupted, sweeping across the army, as if he wanted to cut Mo Bei in half at the waist!

  Mo Bei's eyes narrowed slightly, his toes lightly touched the light curtain, and he sidestepped, brushing against the black sword energy, sweeping past it, and landing three zhang away.

  "Rumble!"

  Fierce sword energy, fierce impact on the light screen.

  The entire screen was shaking violently and swaying, with ripples spreading out in layers, before slowly calming down again after a long time.

  Look at that star's fierce and overbearing offensive!

  "Hah, hah, hah!" Zhang Xinghuan panted heavily, his chest heaving violently. He could feel that the true energy within him had been depleted by quite a bit.

  "Haha," Zhang Xinghuan no longer made a move, but instead slammed the tip of that giant sword fiercely onto the ground!

  "Boom!" The giant sword suddenly slanted and inserted into the ground.

  Zhang Xinghuan spat on the ground, looking at Mo Bei with disdain and laughing loudly: "What Blood Demon, it's just a waste, not even daring to fight back, being killed by me like a stray dog running around."

  Mo Bei Zhan revealed a smile and smiled: "Do you have any other moves?"

  Zhang Xinghuan was taken aback by the words and immediately flew into a rage: "You have the guts, don't hide, not even daring to draw your sword, just like a woman!"

  "But you're just a bit faster, if you dare to fight me head-on, I'll split you in two with one sword!" Zhang Xinghuan pointed at Mo Beipo and scolded loudly.

  Mo Bei's eyebrows furrowed slightly, the smile on his face gradually disappearing. He finally stopped hugging himself and slowly drew out the green sword from its scabbard, saying in a cold voice: "Fine, I won't hide."

  Zhang Xinghuan was overjoyed when he heard this and thought to himself:

  This idiot is really stupid enough. I just slightly tricked him and he fell for it, haha!

  That Blood Demon's speed is too fast, I basically can't even kill him. If he really drags it out, I'm afraid I'll actually lose the fight.

  However, if you want to compete with me in swordsmanship and strength, haha... you will definitely die!

  Zhang Xinghuan sneered inwardly, his face stern and serious, but the flickering gloom in his eyes had already betrayed him.

  "Wait a moment, with the speed of lightning, this stinky little brat will be cut down by one sword! No more mercy!"

  At this point, Zhang Xinghuan drew out his giant sword, widened his eyes, and began to gather momentum. The true energy in his body surged unceasingly, pouring into his meridians, rapidly rotating with his thoughts.

  "Crack crack."

  He had yet to draw his sword, but the thick and ferocious blade was already beginning to flicker with electricity, as sparks darted back and forth, clinging to it.

  Fiercely surging momentum, continuously soaring!

  "Blood Demon, let you witness the strongest sword of mine, Annihilating Thunder Sword Technique! Being able to die under this one sword of mine is also your greatest honor!"

  When one's own sword momentum has surged and risen to its peak.

  Zhang Xinghuan suddenly let out a loud roar, his feet rapidly stepping out, tap-tap-tap, extremely fast stomping on the ground, producing a series of urgent and loud footsteps.

  As he ran, the thick sword blade emitted a purple-blue electric arc that spread rapidly and struck the air with a crackling sound, shining brightly and revealing a sharp chill.

  In a flash of lightning, Zhang Xinghuan charged towards Mo Bei once again, his massive sword unleashing a series of purple electric slashes that soared above his head.

  Zhang Xinghuan let out a loud roar again, his voice shaking with rage: "Die!!"

  At this moment, Mo Bei's eyes widened suddenly, and a sharp cold light flashed across his face!

  That one sword which had never moved its green edge finally burst out with a flash of light and shot out horizontally!

  "Boom!"

  The moment when two rays of light touch each other.

  The sword energy collided instantly, devouring each other and producing an incredibly powerful backlash that shook the air, tearing it apart!

  That sword slash, the power that splashed out, converged into a strong shockwave, sweeping across the sky!

  The two ferocious sword auras collided with each other in an instant, and the dazzling light burst out instantly, making it impossible for people to open their eyes.

  The outer disciples who were watching from around them all shouted and closed their eyes, with tears streaming down their faces.

  After a moment, they opened their eyes again and eagerly looked towards that stage.

  All that can be seen is a void, with half of an extremely thick giant iron sword constantly rotating, flying out and heavily crashing onto the light screen, rebounding back and stabbing into the ground.

  Zhang Xinghuan's face turned pale, his hand grasping the hilt of a broken sword, staring incredulously at the figure that had just flown by, its upper body and the broken sword blade flying together, crashing to the ground.

  He didn't even see clearly how Mo Bei drew his sword!

  That one sword, what kind of swordsmanship is it? Inexplicably, he was beheaded by Mo Bei's sword!

  "Gulu, gulu...... what...... is...... that......"

  Zhang Xinghuan's upper body fell to the ground, his throat convulsing uncontrollably, his eyes filled with terror and shock beyond belief.

  Zhang Xinghuan is dead!