The heavens begin with the Dharma of absorbing power

Chapter 725 What a Jun Mo, what a Haoran Sword
A tall crown rushed out of the mountain mist. The second gentleman of the academy, Jun Mo, was not a talkative person. He felt that Xu Xin had broken the rules, so he took action.

Jun Mo waved his sleeves, and the aura of heaven and earth in the back mountain was in chaos. The strong wind driven by this sleeve dispersed the fog, and the three feet in front of Xu Xin were silent and silent, with nothing changing.

This young man with a high crown, a rich belt, and loose robes decisively drew his sword at this moment.

His sword is different from the swords of all swordsmen in the world. The blade is extremely wide, unimaginably wide. It doesn't look like a sword at all, but more like a square piece of iron.

Such a square piece of iron is extremely conspicuous and difficult to see.

Jun Mo's sword was meant to be seen by everyone.

He slashed his sword in the direction of Xu Xin. Jun Mo's sword was opened and closed, following a straight line, always a straight line.

His iron sword was extremely square and nothing could stop it.

Xu Xin's palm pressed against the void. In a very short moment, the iron sword collided with Xu Xin's palm force countless times, but it seemed that no collision occurred. The mountain wind was swept away by these two terrifying forces. It was so hard that it collapsed and scattered.

Suddenly, Jun Mo looked slightly stern, and he rushed towards Xu Xin without hesitation, and struck out squarely with his sword.

His face rarely showed any emotional changes, and this was the first time since the fight.

"Zhi!"

He had been waiting, waiting for those tens of thousands of light rainbows to finally condense into one strike, but he never waited for that moment to arrive.

Suddenly a ball of fire exploded in mid-air. It was Jun Mo's sword that hit a stronger force, and this force was not just one.

In the eyes of many people, this was just a moment, but from his perspective, it was a long wait.

These white marks are closer to the sky, absorbing the skylight emitted from the clouds, and then refracting the skylight into colorful light, which looks like a dazzling lightsaber, as beautiful as a dream.

When he confirmed that the tens of thousands of sword marks would not merge into one strike again, Jun Mo raised his brows slightly.

Thousands of holy and solemn light traces, with the dark sky and the white mist-shrouded mountain behind the academy as the curtain, interweave vertically and horizontally to form a beautiful picture. Those bright light rainbows look very beautiful, as if they are like a scene. Grand fireworks.

Such an incredible scene of the fight made the envoys and dignitaries from various countries at the viewing platform at the foot of the mountain marvel in amazement, and the powerful people from all sides talked non-stop.

Tens of thousands of white turbulence suddenly appeared between the sky and the earth, piercing Jun Mo in the sky.

Hundreds of white turbulences stick to the mountains and point directly at Jun Mo who is falling back. There are more white streaks going straight up to the sky, even about to enter the dim clouds, and then like arrows, falling along a perfect arc, still pointing Jun Mo landed.

A white turbulence is a force.

The fireworks that erupted from Jun Mo's generous iron sword became more and more numerous and brighter and more intense, indicating that the more intense attacks were getting closer.

Countless traces of light with a holy and solemn meaning surged out from Xu Xin's palm, and then either remained silent or escaped, went straight to the sky or rested quietly on the earth, with their final target all being Jun Mo.

Jun Mo looked up at the sky and did nothing.

Because he had not yet figured out why Xu Xin struck such a blow with scattered power.

When he and Xu Xin reached the pinnacle of their destiny, they both knew what true strength was.

Beauty is not powerful, holiness is not powerful, spectacular is not powerful, single-mindedness is the real power. The most powerful move must be only one blow, and it cannot be so much scattered power. He has been waiting for the opponent to merge his power into one, and then use his sword to defeat Xu Xin.

Only in this way can it be called pleasure.

However, Xu Xin made him miscalculate and did not do so.

He soon figured it out. Looking at the countless rainbows covering the sky and the earth, he raised his voice and said, "Is this Fan Cong?"

Countless beams of light spewed out and instantly formed something like a birdcage, locking Jun Mo's body in it.

This is Fan Long, one of the profound Taoist methods of the Haotian Taoist Sect. It is a secret that is not passed down by the Judgment Department. The most profound Fan Long Taoist method is close to divine magic. It can forcibly change the subtle direction of the heaven and earth's vitality, thereby controlling the opponent's activity space. Once it is successfully cast, it can deal with extremely powerful people whose realm exceeds that of the caster.

The vitality of heaven and earth around Jun Mo was split into many very small blocks, but Fanlong Taoism did not really split the space, but affected the fluctuations of the vitality of heaven and earth, forming countless small turbulences around the enemy.

These turbulent flows of vitality are like the wooden bars of a prison cell, which appear to be indestructible, and there may be many thorny iron nails hidden on them. If they are attacked forcefully, the trapped people will be easily attacked.

Once the cage formation is formed, it will be extremely difficult for even a strong person at the top of the Five Realms to break it, especially if the caster has a slightly higher level of cultivation than the trapped person.

During the battle of the Demon Sect in the past, Ke Haoran used the Haoran Sword to build a cage formation, trapping Liansheng for thirty-two lives until now. Wei Guangming, the great priest of Guangming who was banned from You Pavilion, was also trapped by a cage formation.

The Fan Cong Formation hanging from the sky is composed of tens of thousands of rainbows of light. The formation is magical and powerful.

When Jun Mo took a step back, took away all his aura, and lowered his iron sword in his hand, no longer contending with the cage formation, the sword curtain composed of tens of thousands of light rainbows suddenly collapsed toward the center.

Countless rainbows of light fell at the same time. Jun Mo finally waited for the moment when all the paths merged into one, and the iron sword in his hand struck out again.

"Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go..."

Ten thousand rays of light collided with the iron sword, causing extremely dense friction and cutting sounds, sometimes mixed with tiny roars like tiny thunder and lightning, which looked extremely terrifying.

Where Jun Mo was, the grand fireworks were blooming. With the collapse of the cage formation and the arrival of thousands of rays of light, everything became denser and brighter to the extreme, and the final explosion was ignited.

The ground Jun Mo stepped on suddenly sank, and the gravel was torn into powder when it splashed up. As for the surrounding flowers, plants and trees, they had already turned into fly ash and disappeared.

The broad and straight iron sword was burning with flames generated by friction. One sword after another, cutting through the chilling air in the wilderness and the howling wind.

Jun Mo's iron sword, whether smashed or beaten, seems to be more laborious than cutting, but in fact it contains a subtle truth.

He does not need any strength to swing the sword. Instead, he uses the breath of heaven and earth to move the sword, and in turn mobilizes the breath of heaven and earth to help the sword. This is not martial arts practice, nor is it a method of the Demon Sect, but the principle behind it is that different paths lead to the same goal.

"What a Jun Mo, what a Haoran Sword, but you can't stop me."

Xu Xin looked at Jun Mo who burst out with endless fire, and took a step forward to surpass the methods rearranged by Master's disciples. The fog shrouding the back mountain disappeared in an instant, and everything in the back mountain was clearly visible.

Xu Xin really wanted to take down Jun Mo, use his strength to force out all his methods bit by bit, and use the Haoran Sword he understood to confirm what he had learned.

But it was obvious that just like he could not force Yu Lian to use the truly accomplished Twenty-Three-Year Cicada, the Master would not allow his second apprentice to become a consumable for Xu Xin to become stronger, so there was no need to dwell on it.

Xu Xin has reached the top position. Most of the people behind him have fallen down. Only one person is still holding his head high and climbing the mountain unyieldingly. He is Ning Que.

(End of this chapter)