Chapter 101: Victory and Defeat in the Stone Fire Light!

  The light screen fluctuated violently, and each impact splashed out ripples, dazzling and unbearable.

  The sword moves of the two people have already reached a state of perfection, extremely exquisite, without any sense of stagnation or clumsiness, smooth and flowing!

  The entire stone stage, under the eyes of everyone, was no longer cheering. All that could be heard were the sounds of swords clashing back and forth, swooshing through the air, or the sound of golden spears colliding with each other.

  Everyone below the stage stared with wide eyes, their foreheads and temples covered in dense sweat beads, staring blankly at this scene. They were so immersed in shock that they couldn't recover for a long time, having already forgotten to applaud.

  The two men on the stage had already exchanged over a hundred blows in just a few short breaths, their sword moves were exquisite and their intentions were closely linked, like glue and lacquer, impossible to separate.

  "Haha, exhilarating!" Fang Luoyou was sweating profusely, but his eyes shone with excitement, growing more courageous and even revealing a hint of frenzy, clearly a battle maniac!

  Mo Bei was also unable to contain the excitement in his heart, he had thoroughly immersed himself in his own sword intent, at this moment, in his world, there were only himself, the long sword, and the enemy to be fought!

  Nothing else!

  And his idea was to use the long sword in his hand to cut down the enemy who should have fought!

  "Kill, kill, kill!"

  The moment two fanatics come into contact is bound to be a magnificent and unparalleled battle!

  In this battle, the two of them killed each other until the sky was dark and the earth was dim. The entire arena only saw the sword energy flying in the air, the sword light flashing, and the colors were rich and varied, almost dazzling people's eyes.

  Fang Luoyou suddenly sheathed his sword and looked at Luo Li, saying slowly:

  "Luoyi, you're indeed formidable, but take this sword from me!"

  After finishing speaking, Fang Luo's swordsmanship changed instantly!

  On him, an endless explosion of sword light burst forth, his entire person transformed into a rainbow of swords, each one seemingly a galaxy pouring down, billions of silver sword lights merged as one!

  Like the Milky Way descending from the heavens!

  "Good, good sword style!" Mo Bei exclaimed in surprise.

  As his voice rose, in an instant, the entire arena was filled with countless illusory Mo Bei, suddenly appearing out of thin air!

  Those northern lands, the sword's edge in his hand flashed incessantly.

  That was not a Splitting Sword Technique, but Mo Bei's speed. His swordsmanship was so fast that it had reached the extreme, and the naked eye could no longer capture it, leaving behind only residual shadows.

  Sword Explosion Technique, Exploding Sword Style!

  Fang Luo's endless sword momentum was like a shocking wave, surging and violent, one wave covering another, like a mad beast that wanted to destroy everything it could touch!

  Mo Bei's sword momentum was like a ghostly apparition, unpredictable and elusive. When he unsheathed his sword, the explosion of energy would destroy heaven and earth!

  Sharp words were exchanged!

  Two swordsmen, evenly matched!

  Two swords, fiercely stabbed together in an instant!

  "Rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble!"

  That galaxy, and the collision of countless sword shadows!

  Two ferocious and violent forces collided with each other, completely bursting out.

  On the entire stage, in the light screen.

  The power of terror, exploding everywhere in the air, the aftermath of the explosion forming a series of egg-like spherical shockwaves, and then those shockwaves gathered together to form a mighty gust of air that continuously expanded, squeezing the light curtain that was like an eggshell to constantly grow larger, almost bursting the entire light curtain!

  Above the sky

  In Wei Sheng's turbid old eyes, a sharp glint burst out, extremely surprised to look at the two people on the stage.

  His gaze flickered restlessly before he spoke slowly: "The Divine Nineteenth Sword! It's been a long time since I've seen it!"

  I'm too obsessed with the sword spirit, but in fact, the real technique shouldn't be the sword spirit, it should be the sword method!

  "I hope you two can inherit the true swordsmanship of our Taixu Sect and don't let me down!"

  Shuǐ Yuè Pó Po's heart skipped a beat, and she secretly guessed: Could it be that this is the divine Nine Swords of Yè Shén, created by the Ancestor who opened the mountain, and only passed down to those with fate?

  Those two kids have actually mastered the Divine Nineteenth Sword!

  Weisong pointed at Mo Bei and Fang Luoyou, instructing: "Take good care of these two."

  The old woman's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately nodded in agreement.

  The battle on the stage suddenly stopped in the conversation between the two people.

  Mo Bei broke his sword and retreated.

  The two men were three zhang apart!

  "In this kind of battle, without rest or stop, even if we fight for three days and three nights, neither you nor I will be able to gain the upper hand!" Mo Bei said with a smile.

  Fang Luo You was equally unable to suppress the excitement in his heart, a smile spreading across his face as he nodded and said, "That's right!"

  "It's like that," Mo Bei licked his lips, his eyes full of frenzy: "I know you're still hiding your strength, make a move!"

  Fang Luo's eyes widened in surprise, and he couldn't help but burst out laughing. His loud and hearty laughter was like a wave crashing against the shore, making one's heart tighten and their soul feel suppressed.

  At this moment, his laughter suddenly stopped!

  Fang Luo You raised his head again, and his wide eyes seemed to be congested. On the originally pitch-black pupils, a few frightening red lights suddenly flashed by, making people's hearts fearful.

  The elegant and gentle aura on his body suddenly changed in an instant!

  Transformed into an endless violent aura.

  His every move was accompanied by cracking joints, and his fierce breathing spread from his body like a demon possessing him.

  "How can I lose? How can I lose!"

  As Fang Luoyou was filled with anger, Sen Ran's words were like a raging storm, wave after wave of fierce momentum surging up, overwhelming and crushing everything in its path.

  "I won't lose! Roar!"

  Fang Luoyou suddenly raised his head, looked up at the sky and let out a loud roar. The veins on his neck bulged out as he unleashed this thunderous bellow, bringing that fierce and violent aura to its peak!

  Long Hao Tian saw this scene, and his heart suddenly thudded: Oh no! Once Fang Luo You gets furious, it's like he becomes a different person, his strength will increase several times over! I don't know if Boss can handle it!

  Thinking of this, Long Hao Tian subconsciously looked at Mo Bei with a sense of urgency.

  But saw Mo Bei's legs slightly bent, his upper body tense like a fully drawn longbow, curved, with his right hand holding the sword, his eyes sharp as a giant python viper, staring tightly at Fang Luo You, but couldn't see any movement from him.

  "What is Lao Da doing?! He's not making a move! We can't wait for Fang Luoyou to fully unleash his power!" Long Haotian was anxious in his heart, but could only stare helplessly at the unmoving Mo Bei.

  Everyone was also looking at Fang Luoyou with a frightened and trembling heart, their hearts racing wildly, holding their breath, and revealing a fearful expression.

  Mo Bei's heart was as still as stagnant water, her face sank down, and her senses were all stretched to the extreme, feeling that side of Luo You's breathing.

  I have been observing all along!

  This year, I've long known that once Fang Luoyou flies into a rage, his strength will surge several times over, but he has a fatal flaw - his heart rate accelerates rapidly and his blood circulation speed far exceeds that of ordinary people!

  In Mo Bei's mind, thoughts were racing:

  "I just need to grasp the rhythm of that Luo You's heartbeat, and with a thunderous momentum, I'll disrupt his pulse!"

  "With such rapid blood circulation, my heart would surely be unable to withstand the impact and burst!"

  "Just a little more, not quite there yet..."

  Mo Bei couldn't help but narrow his eyes, suppressing the urge to take action, his gaze, like a venomous snake, fixed intently on Fang Luo You's face, not allowing even the slightest movement to escape Mo Bei's notice!

  At the moment when Fang Luo You's momentum suddenly reached its peak, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated again, and at the same time, the unnatural flush on his face became even more crimson!

  "It's now!"

  Mo Bei's eyes suddenly widened, and he frantically mobilized all the true energy in his body. His body was like an arrow, bursting out with all his might, and the crazy wind that rose up shook the entire light screen!

  "Burst Sword Style!"

  Mo Beishen's body suddenly transformed into a residual shadow, charging out three zhang ahead.

  His hand grasped the sword hilt, and with a flash of the sword arc, a streak of sword energy shot out like lightning, instantly dispersing the smoke. Replacing it was a single cold gleam!

  On the tip of that sword, a cold gleam, like the clouds in the ninth heaven, that one point is the most dazzling star, under the sunlight, it appears extremely dazzling!

  Even the light of a grain of rice can compete with the brilliance of the sun!

  In a flash of lightning, that one stroke of cold light burst through the void, tearing across the sky and fiercely stabbing towards Fang Luoyou's heavenly spirit!

  "Hmm!?" Fang Luoyou furrowed his brow, his eyes flashing with anger as he slashed down with his sword in mid-air!

  Frenzied sword energy, suddenly bursting forth, wherever it passed, the air was torn to shreds and scattered!

  Just as the two men's sword auras were about to collide!

  A sly glint flashed in Mo Bei's eyes, his footsteps halted momentarily, and his right hand transformed from a claw to a palm, fiercely slapping the bottom of the sword hilt!

  The long sword shot out like an arrow!

  That one sword shook the heavens and startled the earth, its power increased by three points, rushing straight ahead, colliding with Fang Luoyou's sword in a single slash!

  Ding!!

  All that could be heard was the ear-piercing sound of golden spears clashing.

  Two sword auras suddenly exploded and transformed into countless flowing shadows, scattering in all directions, blocking everyone's line of sight!

  Until he saw Mo Bei's sword being blocked by himself and turned into a flowing shadow, Fang Luo You's heart was slightly calmed, but before he could relax for an instant.

  In that explosion of light, a sharp claw tore through the light and emerged from it, slapping heavily on Fang Luoyou's chest.

  Bang!

  A storm is brewing!

  Fang Luo's face was instantly stiff, his mouth slightly open, the motion of raising his sword forever frozen in place, his eyes staring blankly at Mo Bei in front of him.

  "Hmm. Hmm."

  Mo Bei panted hastily, slowly gathered his strength, moved away the palm that was patting Fang Luoyou's chest, and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He forced a smile at Fang Luoyou and said helplessly: "Don't die yet."

  Upon hearing this, Fang Luoyou's stiff face finally transformed into a bitter smile.

  In an instant, his heart, which was beating rapidly inside his body, burst open like a watermelon under Mo Bei's palm.

  "Ding."

  The long sword fell to the ground, along with Fang Luoyou's limp body, and he collapsed to the ground. The vitality in his eyes slowly dissipated. His shadow gradually transformed into a stream of light, began to disperse, became illusory, and finally completely disappeared.

  The crows and sparrows under the platform are silent!