The sudden accident made Chen Mo subconsciously put his hand on the mask on his face.
It's broken, but not completely.
Just a few cracks on one side of the mask, it can still be used normally.
Chen Mo breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, in order to hide his identity, he bought a special mask that is very durable. Otherwise, the blow just now would have broken it.
Different from Chen Mo's reaction, Xiao Tianlin, who was pushed back by Chen Mo with a sword, wiped the blood on his lips and his face turned beet red with anger.
Xiao Tianlin raised his hand holding the deep blue long sword, his eyes showed a fierce light, and he sternly looked at Chen Mo before shouting, "I won't show mercy with this final strike."
As he spoke, Xiao Tianlin's fierce face took on a more serious look, losing the carefree attitude from before.
Generally speaking, Xiao Tianlin, who is known as the Sword Saint, always leaves some room for negotiation when he appears in front of others and initially strikes with three moves.
Draw the sword, swing it, and sheath it.
After three strikes, if the opponent can still stand, he will engage in a serious battle. However, there are always exceptions, such as powerful swordsmen like the Sword Emperor and Sword God, who are all like this.
Initially, Xiao Tianlin did not regard Chen Mo as a threat, but at this moment, he couldn't help but take him seriously. That one strike had deeply hurt him and ignited the rage within him.
Unlike the previous masters he had fought against, Chen Mo's swordsmanship was too rugged and lacked grace, causing great shame to Xiao Tianlin.
The azure blue long sword, held aloft, swept across horizontally. The red eyes were filled with killing intent, and the sword aura emerged from the blade. Whirlwinds like mountain floods subtly surged out from all directions, sweeping up Xiao Tianlin's casually scattered hair.
"Is it decided in one move?"
Seeing this, everyone could guess Xiao Tianlin's intention.
In a duel between experts, it is usually only a few moves before the winner is decided, and sometimes just one move is needed.
Xiao Tianlin is someone who likes to decide the outcome in one move.
The several people on the VIP stand have all witnessed Xiao Tianlin's might. Upon seeing this formidable display, they couldn't help but feel sad for Chen Mo, who was already severely injured.
No one would think that Chen Mo, who was so lightly injured by Xiao Tianlin's casual two strikes, could withstand his decisive move.
Even if they were at their peak, they would still have to think twice about it. It's even more so for Chen Mo, who has already been severely injured.
The man in green robe sat up from the branch, straightened his posture, and was curious about the familiar swordsmanship. Now facing this life-or-death battle, he was even more curious whether Chen Mo could withstand it.
Everything is uncertain. Having originally thought the opponent was not up to par, he now couldn't help but mutter a sentence of contemplation, acknowledging that there are times when he has misjudged others.
However, even so, he didn't believe that Chen Mo could defeat Xiao Tianlin.
The dragon on the large tree, with leaves under his feet, danced gracefully in the wind. Watching Chen Mo with a mask that had cracked open, his eyes showed a solemn expression.
"That posture, and that familiar swordsmanship... Could it really be him?"
The dragon flicked his eyebrow, making a secret decision in his mind. Regardless of the outcome, he would thoroughly investigate the true identity of the so-called nameless swordsman.
As the whirlwind erupted, the scattered sword aura gradually converged into one place, and Chen Mo's heart rose to his throat.
Xiao Tianlin's swordsmanship is one of the most aesthetically pleasing among many powerful swordsmen, but at the same time, he also has the simplest and most ruthless method, which he usually uses to decide a battle in one move.
The technique is straightforward and concise, instant kill.
The sound of the sword resounding was never-ending, Chen Mo's head was buzzing. In that moment when his brain was in a deadlock, the intense desire for survival woke him up. With a swift movement, he drew his giant sword horizontally and unleashed all his techniques at once.
Both Big Treasure and Little Treasure were also putting all their efforts into the battle.
One move decides the winner
Chen Mo involuntarily swallowed his saliva, focused for a moment, and Xiao Tianlin struck.
Chen Mo also struck with a sword, the same as before. He only had this one sword, and he only knew how to use it.
All of his blood surged out, and Big Treasure and Little Treasure's blood also ran dry in an instant, all for this final strike.
For a moment, the originally noisy crowd fell silent instantly.
The bustling competition platform also came to a sudden halt, and the two exchanged places, facing each other in opposite directions, standing still as if they were frozen.
On the Xuanwu Peak, everyone held their breath, their eyes full of anticipation as they watched the two above.
Rush-rush-rush
Just as everyone thought that Chen Mo was definitely defeated, they saw Xiao Tianlin's confident expression change in an instant. A deep sword wound appeared on his chest, and blood sprayed out from the wound.
Then, he suddenly felt his legs go weak, his vision go black, and he fell down unconscious.
Chen Mo heaved a heavy breath, blood mist spewing from his mouth. His body was also riddled with wounds, but amidst the joy of victory, his eyes carried a look of confusion.
Why did he win
Despite the fact that he shouldn't have been able to win
Because, in the crucial moment of life and death, his body suddenly generated an abundance of energy that wasn't his own...
"What's going on?"
As Chen Mo murmured to himself, suddenly, there was a 'crack' sound, and the mask on his face shattered, revealing his true appearance.
In this era, few people had seen Chen Mo, so there was no big commotion when he revealed his true appearance on the Xuanwu Summit.
However, not completely without any reaction.
"It's really you, Chen Mo."
The dragon on the large tree, with leaves under his feet, couldn't help but smile involuntarily.
Previously, she and Xiao Dou Ding went through all kinds of hardships to finally have the chance to meet Chen Mo, but the result was that they didn't take anyone away; instead, they were beaten up by Liu Wu Xin.
Now, since Liu Wu Xin is not here, Chen Mo would be under her control, wouldn't he?
"It's him? So it's him?"
At this moment, Sword Demon Zhao Wanli on the VIP stand grinned, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
The crowd around him seemed to have heard his words, and they couldn't help but gather around, asking about Chen Mo's identity.
"Ha, in fact, I'm not sure about his identity either. I just thought he looked familiar."
Chen Mo, Chen Mo, I didn't expect to meet you here. Ah, this is a great opportunity for me to do something for my master... Zhao Wanli thought to himself, then laughed out loud before turning around and leaving.
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The man in green robe was about to pour himself a drink when he suddenly became stunned upon seeing Chen Mo reveal his true face on the competition platform.
His pupils contracted abruptly, and his right hand trembled uncontrollably. The wine gourd that the man in green robe cherished so dearly dropped to the ground at that moment, spilling wine all over the place. But despite being a heavy drinker, he paid no attention to it; instead, his eyes stared fixedly at Chen Mo on the fighting platform...
His breathing became more and more urgent, and his lips trembled slightly. The man in green couldn't believe it and stared fixedly at Chen Mo, tears flowing like a spring. "Master?"
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