It was said that Huang Mao was good, but it became the fairy's white moonlight

Chapter 46 A true warrior dares to face social death... He can't do it

It's approaching evening, and today's competition has entered the final stage.

There are not many stone platforms left at the venue. If there is at most one, today's conference will be over.

Han Mo breathed a sigh of relief and began to wait for the last opponent, preparing to defeat the opponent quickly and go back to rest early.

After competing for a whole day, he was a little tired.

Fortunately, this time the opponent still knew him as a dude, but unfortunately, he also knew this person and was an acquaintance.

Hu Zhuo, the eldest son of the Hu family, a family of swordsmen.

The Hu family has practiced swordsmanship for generations, and everyone in the family is a swordsman. It is a well-known swordsmanship family in Tianhai Prefecture.

Hu Zhuo is a peerless genius of the Hu family. Not only is he extremely talented, he also has a natural sword-yin body, which is a quasi-first-grade Taoist body that is far more than ten times stronger than Han Mo's sword-spirit body.

It would be fine if he only had talent, but this person is still focused on pursuing the art of swordsmanship, and is praised by outsiders as a "little sword fool".

There are even rumors that before the Immortal Ascension Conference was held, the Golden Rainbow Sword Sect and the Galaxy Sword Sect had already spotted this person.

The second sect even told the Hu family that the son did not need to participate in the competition and could directly become a disciple.The two sects even had quite a conflict over the sword cultivation genius.

This shows how terrifying this person's talent is.

"Hu Zhuo of the Hu family, I would like to use this sword to ask Prince Han for advice!"

This is a young man wearing a simple Tsing Yi, but with a tall and straight figure, star-shaped eyebrows and sword-like eyes.

The young man held a rusty iron sword with both hands and said hello to Han Mo in a calm tone.

Naturally, he knew Han Mo. After all, the Hu family was also a monk family in Tianhai Prefecture. As long as they were descendants of the monk families in Tianhai Prefecture, there were few who didn't know Han Mo, a playboy and evil boy.

But even though they knew each other and had heard of each other's bad reputation, the young man still behaved very calmly.

"I heard that Prince Han is extremely talented and possesses the body of a sword spirit. I think he is very good at swordsmanship. Hu is not talented, so I would like to use the three-foot green blade in my hand to compete with the crown prince."

"Look, it's the swordsman from the Hu family. Now that dude is going to be in bad luck."

"Hu Zhuo is the strongest person in swordsmanship among the younger generation in Tianhai Prefecture. In the face of absolute strength, no conspiracy or trick will work. That dude will definitely lose this time."

"Hu Zhuo, knock this despicable and shameless boy off the stage quickly."

The many voices that were not optimistic about him in the stands naturally reached Han Mo's ears, but at the moment he couldn't care so much, and secretly said something bad.

This Hu Zhuo is a "sword fanatic" who only pursues swords. He will not be intimidated or scrupulous by his reputation as a bad boy.

A person like this who only values ​​the sword in his heart and cannot tolerate anything else, no matter it is a threat or anything else, will not work.

There is only one battle left.

In this case, strike first to gain the upper hand!

Tear--!
Accompanied by the sound of the talisman tearing apart, fireballs soared into the sky, golden cones shot out, wooden vines entangled... and several wooden lizard puppets interspersed in the gaps between various talisman spells, quietly attacking Hu Zhuo.

Han Mo's face was more solemn than ever before, and he released all the remaining talismans and some puppets at once, preparing for a surprise and victory through sheer force.

Even in the Immortal Ascension Conference in the game, there is no good way to deal with this sword fanatic, because a talented swordsman is equivalent to being invincible in the early stage.

The magic machine gun formed by dozens of talismans, if replaced by an ordinary Qi Refining monk, would have been beaten into a sieve long ago.

However, in the face of all this, Hu Zhuo's expression remained calm, and he waved the rusty iron sword in his hand seemingly slowly but actually very quickly.

One sword, two swords, three swords...

Every time the sword light flashed, anything in a straight line, whether it was a fireball, a wooden vine or a golden cone, was split apart by the sword.

And those wooden puppets who were hiding in the dark and making sneak attacks were also cut in half by the sword light.

As the saying goes, one sword can defeat all laws!

It has to be said that the sword repair is superb, both the visual and auditory effects are top-notch.

"Prince Han, why is it like this? Hu just wants to ask you for some swordsmanship, not such a meaningless fight.

This consumes a lot of spiritual energy for you and me. No matter who wins or loses, it will be detrimental to the subsequent competition. "

Although Han Mo's magic machine gun was blocked by Hu Zhuo with one man and one sword seemingly pretentiously, it still had a certain effect.

At least, the other party did not consume no spiritual energy.

"How about this, you and I compete in swordsmanship and decide the outcome with one move?"

Hu Zhuo made a so-called bet that determined the outcome with one move, and looked very confident.

After Han Mo was slightly surprised, he quickly nodded in agreement.

Because this is exactly what he wants.

The previous wave of seemingly terrifying spell machine guns was actually his last burst.

But now, his talismans have been completely used up, and he has no money...no spiritual stones!
"Prince Han, please!"

Seeing that Han Mo agreed, Hu Zhuo very politely invited Han Mo to take action first.

You know, when low-level monks compete in swordsmanship, whoever's sword is half a point faster can win the final victory.

And Hu Zhuo let Han Mo take the lead in drawing the sword, which undoubtedly gave Han Mo an advantage.

The reason lies in Hu Zhuo's immense confidence in his own strength.

In Tian Haizhou, among the Qi Refining monks, if Hu Zhuo claimed that he was second in swordsmanship, no one would dare to claim that he was first.

"Okay." Han Mo said calmly on the surface and agreed unceremoniously, but he sighed slightly in his heart.

Sure enough, should we still take that step?

"Hu Zhuo, before the competition, I want to tell you something."

"Oh, I would like to hear the details." "Everyone in the world says that your sword is unparalleled. In fact, my prince's sword is the truly unparalleled sword in the world."

As he spoke, Han Mo quietly held a sword in his right hand that was red in color and resembled a soldering iron.

Now that it was over, he had no choice.

"You know, the Chifeng Spear and the Immortal Shield can kill all the Immortal Kings and destroy the Nine Heavens. The top of the Immortal, proud of the world, there will be heaven with me, Han Mo."

Hu Zhuo: "?!!"

"If heaven had not given birth to me, Han Mo, my swordsmanship would be as long as the night."

boom--!
As he spoke, Han Mo's aura suddenly changed. A terrifying aura that could only be sensed by fellow swordsman Hu Zhuo in close contact spread from Han Mo's body. It was obviously very weak, but it was real. It came out and quickly enveloped his entire body.

No, we can't let him draw his sword first!

In just a moment, the sharp intuition of a natural swordsman made Hu Zhuo change his mind.

He moved and disappeared instantly.At the same time, a seemingly invisible frosty white mist spread from the stone platform.

The stone platform was quickly covered with a layer of white frost, and even the scene in front of Han Mo was blurred by the fog, and his own perception was also obscured.

"Cloud Mist Sword, Frost Sword Intent!"

Han Mo quickly recognized the sword technique used by the opponent. This was also the strongest sword technique for which Hu Zhuo became famous.

With a mere Qi-refining cultivation, but he understood the meaning of the sword, it should be said that Hu Zhuo is indeed a peerless genius in swordsmanship!

Under the cover of frost and mist, Han Mo was thinking like this, but his mouth movements kept moving.

"Well done, take it, my tough, invincible, strongest move, and then..."

As he finished reciting this sentence, the other party's figure hidden in the ice mist was already approaching, and a sharp metallic aura even floated less than one meter in front of him, making Han Mo's skin slightly covered with goosebumps. .

So fast!

Facing a real sword cultivator for the first time, Han Mo couldn't understand why this sword could strike so fast and why it struck last.

It’s so cold too!
As the distance shortened, waves of unusually cold frost breath quickly penetrated his whole body. From the outside to the inside, from skin to flesh and bones, it seemed as if he was about to be completely frozen by this frost breath.

Unable to move his body, and even the fingers holding the sword were slightly stiff, Han Mo could only watch helplessly as the fierce sword hidden in the "ice mist" slowly but firmly approached his chest.

I will lose?
How can it be!

"Crush..."

It was also at the moment when Han Mo slightly raised the red sword in his hand when the last sentence was about to be completed, the ice mist on the stone platform suddenly shook, and then quickly dissipated, and the two figures were exposed to everyone again. In sight.

I saw the eldest son of the Hu family, known as the "Sword Crazy" and the "No. [-] Qi Refining Sword Cultivator in Tianhai State", standing still in place as if time had stopped, not moving.

He kept stabbing with the sword in both hands, and the cold tip of the sword even stayed less than an inch on Han Mo's chest.

But it was only this short distance of an inch, but it was like a chasm, and he was still unable to penetrate it.

only because……

My sword told me that if it had moved even an inch further, I would have died.

That's right, it's "I will die", not "I will lose".

The swordsman's intuition is very keen, not to mention Hu Zhuo who has already cultivated the sword's will. According to his perception, if his sword moves even one centimeter, the end result will be broken into pieces and no body will be left intact.

But why?
Hu Zhuo's eyebrows knitted together as if he had encountered some incomprehensible problem.

finally……

"I lost. Even though I couldn't understand it, I always believed in my sword."

After reacting, a lot of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and even the hands holding the sword trembled slightly.

Immediately, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, put away his sword neatly and turned around. When he was done, he paused slightly and let out a heartfelt sigh:

"Prince Han, you are right, your sword is truly unparalleled!"

Han Mo: "..."

The whole process took only a few seconds. Because of the unexpected unfolding, Han Mo was stunned. After hearing the other party's heartfelt admiration, he released his right hand holding the sword, but he couldn't help feeling lucky in his heart. .

It was just a little bit close, it just "exploded"!

Although considering the powerful power of "Hidden Weapon Technique", he wore a top-level magic weapon with close-fitting soft armor on his body in advance.

But he didn't expect that the other party would get close so quickly, and if it detonated at such a close range, he would probably be seriously injured even if he wasn't protected by soft armor.

As for the other party, I am afraid that his body will be completely wiped out...

so close--!
As a result, Han Mo successfully defeated Hu Zhuo.

However, what he gained was not the joy of victory.

But...

"How is this possible, Jian Chi actually lost?"

"What happened? Why did Hu Zhuo suddenly admit defeat? This kid must be so lucky!"

"Hey, did you hear what that little playboy Han Mo said just now?"

"It seems like something like 'if heaven had not given birth to me, Han Mo, the sword would be as long as the night forever'?"

"What are you saying? Does this kid think he is the reincarnation of the Sword Immortal?"

"Thank you, we have deducted three bedrooms and two living rooms."

As the curious comments of the spectators echoed in his ears, Han Mo instantly put on a mask of pain.

…I can’t hear anything, I can’t see anything!
(End of this chapter)