Martial Arts Crossover: I am the strongest demonic monk of Tianlong Temple

next second.

Suddenly, the giant elephant phantom behind Chen Mo raised its trunk and inhaled sharply at the sword light that was coming from all directions!

An irresistible force of devouring suddenly erupted!

Those sword beams, like rivers flowing into the sea, all disappeared into the giant elephant's trunk!

In the blink of an eye, all the sword light in the sky vanished completely!

The giant elephant phantom seemed to shake its trunk with satisfaction, and even... let out a burp.

Everyone stared blankly at the slowly fading phantom of the dragon and elephant, their minds completely blank.

"It's my turn."

Chen Mo suddenly raised his right hand, which had been hanging by his side.

With the index and middle fingers together, a faint golden glint seemed to flash and disappear from the fingertips.

With a simple tap, you can communicate remotely.

Boom! !

A condensed, pale golden finger strike seemed to traverse the distance of space, piercing directly through Zhuo Bufan's chest.

"puff!"

Zhuo Bufan immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, and as if struck by an invisible giant hammer, he was sent flying backward.

It then crashed heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

We lost!

He lay on his back, feeling his life rapidly slipping away.

He thought that his swordsmanship, honed over so many years, would be enough to avenge his grievances and make him famous throughout the world.

But against this young monk, even a sword strike delivered with all one's might couldn't even touch the hem of his robe.

"Heh...hehe..."

He let out a few self-mocking hissing sounds, his lips twitched into a smile more unsightly than a cry, and more black blood gushed out.

Chapter 99 That sword strike was so cool!

Just then.

Chen Mo slowly stepped forward and picked up the longsword that Zhuo Bufan had dropped on the ground.

This simple action brought everyone back to their senses, and their hearts tightened again.

What...what does this wicked monk want to do?!

Wu Laoda and the others held their breath, staring at Chen Mo with suspicion and uncertainty.

Chen Mo weighed the sword in his hand. The blade was like a pool of autumn water, flowing with a cold and lonely luster under the starlight and campfire.

He flicked the blade lightly with his finger.

Ding--

A clear and melodious sword cry rang out, echoing through the valley.

Zhuo Bufan, who was lying on the ground waiting to die, was also attracted by the sound of the sword. His unfocused eyes struggled to focus as he looked at the monk who was standing with the sword.

What is he going to do?

Zhuo Bufan couldn't understand why, with his heart meridian shattered and his life force cut off, he was merely clinging to life for a short while.

This wicked monk... could he be planning to finish him off with his sword again?

is it necessary?

Is it because he feels he hasn't died enough, or... does he want to humiliate himself one last time?

Thinking about this, a sense of frustration welled up inside him.

Zhuo Bufan wanted to curse, but found himself severely injured and unable to make a sound. He could only stare at Chen Mo with a fixed gaze.

But Chen Mo flicked the back of his sword and then made no further move.

Just when everyone was puzzled, an inexplicable change occurred.

They felt that Chen Mo seemed to resonate strangely with the sword in his hand and with the surrounding world.

A sense of profound depth and boundless expanse spread out, seemingly without being there.

Wanwan licked her lips with great interest, her eyes sparkling with interest.

Mu Wanqing also frowned slightly, her palms sweating involuntarily.

She had a vague feeling that her husband's next move would probably exceed everyone's expectations.

"That's not how you use a sword."

Chen Mo said softly.

what? !

Zhuo Bufan lay on the ground, his eyes wide open, making a hoarse sound.

He had been immersed in the way of the sword for decades, and this was the first time someone had told him that a sword was not used in this way.

"Okay."

Chen Mo continued.

As he spoke, he turned to look at the undulating outline of the Tianshan Mountains outside the valley.

There is no moon tonight, the starlight is dim, and in the distance, several mountain peaks appear as blurry and steep silhouettes in the faint light of the sky.

Zhuo Bufan knew these words were directed at him, but what was he supposed to see?

Want to see a little bald guy wielding a sword?

However, he was now almost too weak to even keep his eyes open; the edges of his vision were beginning to darken, and the chill of death had spread to his fingertips.

"This sword."

Chen Mo's voice rang out again, carrying a peculiar rhythm, "It will be very cool!!"

The moment he finished speaking, he moved!

There was no earth-shattering opening move, no violent burst of true energy.

He simply swung his arm and slashed his longsword diagonally toward one of the mountain peaks.

A vast 'intention,' seemingly containing the ultimate truths of heaven and earth, erupted from the sword's edge with a single swing!

At that moment, time seemed to stand still.

The campfire froze, the falling leaves hovered in mid-air, and everyone's astonished expressions were frozen on their faces.

Only the 'mark' left by the sword's edge was clearly visible in the void.

It was neither sword energy nor radiance.

It is a 'line'.

A pure, concise 'line' that seems to embody the concept of sharpness!

Wherever it passed, space seemed to be distorted, stretched, and fractured in ways imperceptible to the naked eye!

No sound.

Or rather, the sound has been surpassed.

The next second, the 'line' swept across a distant mountain peak that was only a silhouette in the night.

The steepest section of the silhouette, along an absolutely straight, smooth diagonal line, silently... separates from the mountain.

Under the influence of gravity, the massive mountain, along its smooth cut surface, tilted and slid to one side.

Until then.

"Boom! B ...

A deep, muffled roar, like the rolling of ancient thunder, finally rolled in from afar.

It rolled across the earth, making the entire valley tremble!

The earth trembled violently, followed by a violent shockwave!

The shockwave swept in like a tsunami, completely extinguishing the campfire and whipping up sand, gravel, and withered grass that stung our faces.

But nobody paid any attention.

Everyone seemed to be frozen in place, mouths agape, eyes wide, staring intently into the distance.

In the dim light of day, the mountain peak could be vaguely seen...

He seems to have shortened!

What just happened?

Could it be such a coincidence that the evil monk casually swung his sword and just happened to trigger a landslide?

Yes, it must have been a coincidence.

It's simply impossible for a person to do that...

I don't know how much time passed; it might have been a moment, or it might have been an hour.

"Holy... Holy crap..."

Old Wu let out a strange sound, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"No...it's not real...it's fake..."

Xuanhuangzi dropped the judge's pen from his hand with a clatter to the ground, his face ashen, and muttered to himself.

Many people were so frightened that they were scared out of their wits, and some even fainted.

Some collapsed to the ground, trembling, while those who could stand still had their legs shaking uncontrollably.

Zhuo Bufan's eyes, which were about to dim completely, suddenly widened to their limit the moment the huge roar of the distant mountain collapsing came!