In the presence of the Azure Dragon, you were too frightened to speak.
When Chen Mo, who came early, stood in the crowd for a moment, he suddenly saw a familiar figure.
Clad in a robe of purple, at his waist hung two blades with blue hilt, one on each side, along with a token inscribed with the character 'Sword'.
Li Yijian
Chen Mo walked up to Li Yijian, gently tapping him on the shoulder. Li's expression suddenly changed, and when he turned and saw Chen Mo, his mouth twitched involuntarily, and his face looked rather uncomfortable.
Just yesterday, you said that if you met me, you wouldn't spare any mercy. And look, how long has it been and we've run into each other again.
"What brings you here?"
After a moment of brain freeze, Li Yijian slowly managed to squeeze out a sentence.
"I've come to attend the Famous Sword Conference."
"Oh."
They looked at each other awkwardly, unable to say a word.
Li Yijian, feeling embarrassed, scratching at the soles of his shoes with his toes, opened his mouth as if to speak but then stopped short.
Chen Mo broke the awkward silence by laughing, "Brother Li, who do you think will win the top prize in this Famous Sword Conference?"
"Haha, it's hard to say."
As soon as Chen Mo mentioned the Famous Sword Conference, Li Yijian suddenly showed interest, opening up his mouth immediately, "This time, quite a few experts have come to the conference. Look at..."
As they spoke, Li Yijian pointed to some people around them who looked rather conspicuous, "That's Luo Shan, the young master of the Heavenly Sword Sect. He wields the ancestral sword Heavenly Blood. He's a famous young swordsman and his strength is comparable to mine. And there's Lin Hao, the Young Emperor who relied on a starry sea to travel across nine provinces in his youth. There's also Xiao Tianlin, the Sword Saint, holding the famous sword Guanshi Zhenzhong in the restricted area and wreaking havoc; and there's Xue Cheng, the Sky Emperor who wields the sword Reflection of Heavenly Abyss and Zhao Wanli, the Dark Eye of Rainy Night...".
Chen Mo nodded seriously as he listened to Li Yijian's introduction, but his eyebrow involuntarily raised when he heard about Zhao Wanli, the Sword Demon. "I didn't expect him to be sent..."
"However, in my eyes, these people are no different. The truly formidable one is the Wine Sword Immortal who once fought with me."
Li Yijian pondered for a moment, still spoke of the swordsman who scared him, but looked around and never found that person.
Chen Mo was also full of curiosity about the Wine Sword Immortal, but after following Li Yijian for a moment and not finding the person, he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.
At that moment, Xuzhentian loudly announced from the stage, "The competition begins. The first match is Wuming's Wuming Sword versus the Qingyun Pavilion's Xiao Taixuan's Qingyun Sword."
"It's my turn."
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Mo opened his mouth.
In the past, he had met Feng Banxia and knew that Liu Wuxin would not send someone with limited intelligence like Feng Banxia alone to investigate Sheng Jianzu. In addition to her, there was a woman who disagreed with him, so he chose to use a pseudonym for concealment.
Chen Mo casually took out the pre-prepared mask from his space ring and put it on, then stepped towards the fighting platform one step at a time.
"This..."
Upon seeing Chen Mo's appearance, the noisy Mount Xuanwu fell silent for a moment.
The anonymous swordsman, Wuming, with Wuming Sword, and a mask to conceal his identity, making such a mysterious scene; what identity does this guy really have?
When Chen Mo stepped onto the stage, everyone was eager to find out what he was up to.
And the Qingyun Pavilion's Xiao Taixuan was also curious. He carried the Qingyun Sword on his back, looking cold and arrogant as he stared at Chen Mo, "This is a fair competition. Why does Master have to hide like this? Why not take off the mask?"
The Bull Warrior will never take off his mask... Chen Mo secretly said this in his heart, then spoke seriously, "This mask, I will wear until the end. Unless someone can defeat me, no one else has the right to see my true appearance."
"Such arrogance"
Chen Mo's words caused a commotion below the stage, with everyone cheering excitedly, eager to see Xiao Taixuan undermine Chen's arrogance.
Xiao Taixuan coldly laughed and said, "It seems your mask can only be worn for so long."
As soon as he finished speaking, with the high-pitched 'start' from the stage, Xiao Taixuan struck without hesitation. A sword pierced out suddenly, piercing the void and swooping towards Chen Mo's face in an instant.
The Qingyun sword technique is somewhat famous in Youzhou. There's a legend that the former Qingyun Ancestor once used that Qingyun Sword to kill from the southernmost to the northernmost part of Youzhou, without blinking for three days and three nights, firmly establishing a formidable reputation in Youzhou.
However, with the passing of the former Qingyun Ancestor, the reputation of the Qingyun Pavilion has been greatly reduced, and the strength of the sect has become much weaker than it was before.
But even a broken ship has three nails left, and the Qingyun Pavilion, a former great sect, is not to be underestimated even in its decline.
Xiao Taixuan was confident that he could defeat Chen Mo with a single sword, and the audience below the fighting platform were all looking forward to seeing him beat that arrogant and boastful fellow.
However, an unexpected event happened unexpectedly.
However, it turned out that Xiao Taixuan launched a fierce attack, Chen Mo did not hesitate, he immediately struck with a sword.
Simple and rough.
He was hit on the head with just one sword, stunning Xiao Taixuan. Before he could react, he was already flying out of the ring.
Silence.
The entire Xuanwu Summit was immediately silent.
"Is this even called swordsmanship?"
Sword Emperor Lin Hao widened his eyes, intending to find a place to rest for a moment, but the first match instead shocked him.
Sword Saint Xiao Tianlin stood next to him, sneering at the stage with disdain, "Crude, with no aesthetic value at all; such swordsmanship is doomed to not last long."
"Hahaha, interesting, interesting, it's the first time I've seen someone wield a sword in such a manner."
Sword Demon Zhao Wanli laughed heartily.
"Haha, indeed, it's quite interesting. I couldn't sense any spiritual power in him. It seems he follows the path of physical combat. How could those crude warriors know how to wield a sword?"
Sword Emperor Xue Cheng coldly smiled.
Compared to the renowned swordsmen, the people from Sheng Jianzu were equally shocked by Chen Mo's brutally direct fighting style. It took a long time after the match ended for someone to step up to the stage and announce his victory.
Chen Mo walked down the fighting platform at a leisurely pace, stepping slowly towards Li Yijian.
"You..."
Li Yijian sighed helplessly, although he had seen Chen Mo's swordsmanship for three days, it was still somewhat beyond words to see it again in such a setting.
"Brother Li, my match is over. I'm taking my leave here."
Chen Mo smiled and said a greeting.
"Why not stay and watch the rest of the matches?"
Li Yijian frowned slightly.
"Hahaha, weak ones don't need to stay, strong ones don't need to waste time. It's better to go back and practice swordsmanship."
Chen Mo gently waved his hand, taking advantage of the time before the next match to break through to the fifth realm.
As Chen Mo walked away, a black figure silently followed him from the crowd...
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