Master Miaoyun has always been a cold person, just like the clouds in the sky, lonely and tall. In fact, most powerful people in the broken void are relatively lone, but after all, people have different personalities, and their hearts and performances are somewhat different.

As Xu Fu's nemesis, Venerable Miaoyun's personality is not as singular and domineering as Xu Fu. She prefers to stay alone quietly, and her whole body is like a calm lake.

Just some of the words of Xu Fu, the old enemy, can stimulate Venerable Miaoyun and make her mood change.

What people say is like a breeze on the lake water, which is not even a breeze, and it is not qualified to make ripples in his heart.

However, facing Ximen Chuxue, who claimed to be the sword god, Venerable Miaoyun lost the calmness of the past. Even though the other party's speech was completely unprovocative, and he just emphasized his name, it also made Venerable Miaoyun feel irritated.

You know, even Xu Fu could not make Venerable Miaoyun irritable in just one word.

Fortunately, Venerable Miaoyun was not an ordinary person, and then he noticed a strange mental state and released the intent of Chongtian directly. She wanted to use the catharsis of this sword intent to vent all the irritability.

This was very effective. As everyone watched the terrifying and sharp sword intent of Venerable Miaoyun rushed into the sky, the restless heart in Venerable Miaoyun quickly calmed down because of Su Mo's words.

Now, Venerable Miaoyun has returned to his state of calmness, which is quite beneficial for the subsequent battle.

The more fanatical, domineering, the more courageous some people are, the more they fight, the stronger they can exert their combat power, such as Xu Fu.

On the contrary, the calmer she is, the stronger her combat power she can exert. Her swordsmanship is on an exquisite route, and her pursuit of skills is better than power, rather than the sword-to-sword route of the Rising Sword Sect, which can reduce ten times with one force.

"bring it on."

Venerable Miaoyun's sword was unsheathed and spoke.

"Um."

Su Mo nodded and stood there motionless.

After waiting for a while, Venerable Miaoyun couldn't help but say, "Why didn't you draw your sword?"

Su Mo made the standard low-flat posture again - he looked up at the sky at 45 degrees, looking up at the sky, looking "invincible, so lonely": "You... are not qualified to let me draw my sword."

As soon as these words were spoken, the audience was in an uproar, and all kinds of arguments, doubts, and even scolding could not be covered. It was like a terrible wave, which was overwhelming towards Su Mo.

All the warriors present, and the various changes in their hearts, such as the leak of negative emotions such as anger and murderous intent, is also a weapon and an attack.

Killing people with eyes is not an exaggeration in this Gaowu world, but a real existence.

Normal people have long covered their faces with shame and escaped with amid the swearing of warriors. Even those with firm minds may be shaken and seriously affected.

But Su Mo had no feeling at all. He was strong because he was strong, and the breeze blew the hills; he was shining with him, and the bright moon shining with him.

Xu Fu frowned and wondered whether to free Su Mo's siege. The sharp sword in the hand of Venerable Miaoyun over there shook slightly, and a crisp sound of sword sounds were heard.

Amid the sound of the sword, the sound on the field gradually became lower.

Master Miaoyun could see that the sounds and breath on the field had no effect on the person in front of her, and she did not need to use such means to attack the other party.

This is the battle between her and him. If others intervene, Venerable Miaoyun will not be happy. This is her pride as a sword cultivator and a strong man in the broken void.

If it were Su Mo, he would definitely not have such pride. He likes to constantly weaken his opponent through various methods and then beat him up.

"Even if you don't draw the sword, I won't show mercy, but will do my best." Venerable Miaoyun said to Su Mo.

Su Mo nodded: "Yeah, come on."

“As you wish.”

In the last sentence, Venerable Miaoyun had waved his sword, and the sword in his hand emitted a sword energy like clouds and mist.

Although these sword energy look like fog and have no lethality, it is actually extremely sharp, enough to break the gold and crack the stone. Sword marks have appeared on the ring stone slab under your feet.

These sword energy enveloped Su Mo while she waved her sword, as if she had put Su Mo in the real "Sword Rain". No, it was even more terrifying than Sword Rain. At least the threat of Sword Rain came from above, while the threat of this "Sword Rain" came from all directions.

Venerable Miaoyun's body moved, and in an extremely graceful posture, headed by the sword, stabbed Su Mo in the sword fog.

She knew very well that her move just now was at most a use to trap the enemy, and now it is the real attack move.

Just as Venerable Miaoyun was about to fit into the sword fog, the sword fog suddenly surged, and a translucent illusory hand appeared from the sword fog, and slapped on Venerable Miaoyun with an unrivalled power.

How should I describe such a scene?

A child rushed towards a strong man with a toy sword, and then the strong man slapped it casually?

The sword of Venerable Miaoyun stabbed out, which contained 72 follow-up moves based on the opponent's reaction, and 108 independent moves. Once the strike was successful, there were 378 follow-up sword moves.

Almost all the situations were counted.

However, the only thing in front of me was not within the scope of consideration, the powerful and terrifying power completely suppressed Master Miaoyun, including the surging sword intent and sword energy, let alone the subsequent changes.

Master Miaoyun, she was reduced to ten times with one force, and any skill could barely lose its effect in absolute power.

With an irresistible momentum, the illusory palm fell, and Venerable Miaoyun flew backwards, and even rolled on the ring for a few times before stopping.

The Tianyun Sword in his hand also landed on the ground. Although it was not broken, the sharp-eyed man still saw the cracks on it.

The power of this palm is so terrifying!

Venerable Miaoyun struggled twice, suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and finally stood up again, but the hair was scattered, the breath was shaky, and the unsteady appearance of standing shaking undoubtedly meant that she had suffered a lot of injuries.

The entire martial arts performance venue was silent, and the sword mist had dissipated when Venerable Miaoyun flew backwards, revealing Su Mo who was looking up at the sky at forty-five degrees inside.

But this time, no one dared to mock him anymore. How powerful is a person who defeated the powerful man in the void with one palm? Moreover, he didn't even pull out the sword on his waist.

Is this the real strength of this sword god?

Venerable Miaoyun reluctantly took the Tianyun Sword back into his hand, turned to look at Su Mo and said, "I lost, but..."

Everyone recovered from their amazement and focused their attention on Venerable Miaoyun.

Venerable Miaoyun's path to becoming a warrior is basically a rapid progress, smooth sailing, and has experienced very few failures. However, no one thinks that she is the one who cannot afford to lose. These strong men who have grown up with genius all the way are all arrogant and arrogant people, and it is impossible to do anything that can be fooled if you lose.

So, what does Venerable Miaoyun want to say?

"You may not be a wise sword cultivator. I admit that you are a strong man, but the name of the sword god..." Venerable Miaoyun said.

As a sword cultivator, she can accept failure, but she cannot accept that the other party defeated her in this way.

The move she just started was just beginning and didn't need to destroy it with such terrible power at all. If she could compete with Venerable Miaoyun in her swordsmanship, she could use less power and more accurately to find the flaws of this move, and then destroy this move with just the right power.

As a sword cultivator, even the sword cultivator of the Ritian Sword Sect uses sword energy and sword intent to reduce the strength of ten times. Instead of just like Su Mo, he ignored it and ignored the flaws and weaknesses in the moves, and directly condensed his palm and covered his head.

This feeling is like something that can be solved with a gun or rpg, but the other party doesn't care about anything and throws a cloud bomb over.

Venerable Miaoyun felt so frustrated when he was defeated like this roughly.

"Yes, it seems that this sword god has never produced a sword from beginning to end."

"Didn't he say that these people are not worthy of his sword, and experts all have their own arrogance."

"Come on, even Master Miaoyun is not worthy of him drawing the sword. Who else is qualified to let him draw the sword? Are there only those people?"

"In my opinion, this person is not a sword cultivator at all."

"Ha, you say that he is not a sword cultivator, so why do you have to make this scene?"

"Ha, you don't understand this." The man talked, "There are thousands of warriors in the world, but who have you seen who claim to be the God of Martial Arts? But the God of Sword is different. Sword cultivators are only part of the warriors. Getting the name of the God of Sword is even more special, louder, and less difficult than defeating the powerful man of the God of Sword."

"You will understand if you say so?"

"Then why isn't it the God of Knife or the God of Gun?" Someone asked.

"Stupid, sword cultivator is also one of the mainstream martial artists, but it is much more useful than titles such as the sword god and spear god."

"So that's it, it's reasonable."

The people around him suddenly realized and said, and the man nodded proudly.

"hehe."

Just now, those who were talking in a low voice heard an undisguised sneer of contempt.

Turning around, the only person who can sneer and mock him without any scruples in such an occasion is the only person who is used to being domineering Venerable Yilong.

I only heard the red lips of Venerable Yilong lightly open, but the words he said were extremely mocking: "I seemed to hear the whine of a group of wastes. They were really a group of poor guys. They didn't even have the courage to end up, and could only wail like a defeated dog. Isn't the Taishang Sect a dog-beating team?"

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