This is an open plain.

A large amount of weeds grew, more than one person tall.

When Chu Mo arrived here, he saw his opponent this time appearing not far ahead.

He is a middle-aged warrior with a heroic appearance, a square face and a dignified look, and he exudes a strong and heavy aura.

It is worth mentioning.

Behind him, he carried a broadsword.

The knife is very large, longer than a person, and looks very heavy. When you look at it, you can feel a wild breath coming towards you, bringing a heavy sense of oppression.

"The fact that you've made it this far shows that your sword skills are quite good!"

"But you can't go on from me!"

The middle-aged man looked at Chu Mo and spoke.

His voice was very calm and indifferent, as if he was talking about an insignificant matter, but Chu Mo heard a strong confidence in his words.

There was no way to move on from him, which implied that Chu Mo was going to be defeated by him!

“You’ll never know until you try it!”

Chu Mo understood the meaning of his words and responded calmly.

Hearing this.

The middle-aged man looked at Chu Mo carefully and said, "It seems that you are very confident in your swordsmanship!"

"Any swordsman is like this...isn't it the same for you?"

Chu Mo said.

"That's right."

The middle-aged man nodded in agreement.

But the next moment.

The broadsword behind him suddenly trembled violently, and astonishing sword intent gushed out. An indescribable murderous intent instantly surged from his body, so strong that it seemed to be tangible, rushing into the sky and dispersing the smoke and clouds within a radius of tens of thousands of miles.

at the same time.

His figure suddenly flashed and disappeared from the spot. In almost the blink of an eye, he rushed in front of Chu Mo. His broadsword was like a blade that could split the sky, smashing directly at Chu Mo's head.