Chapter 1677 The Same Plot
"His swordsmanship is just so-so. Unless he uses power above the fear level, these three swords should be enough for you to defeat him." Zhou Wen threw the knife back to Ben Zhenying.
"You don't have to provoke me with words. I said that I would only use the same power as him, and I will never go back on my word. If I use power above the fear level, I will naturally lose." Mo He said coldly.
He simply didn't believe that Ben Zhenying could defeat him with just three swords.
Zhou Wen remained silent, but Ben Zhenying suddenly bowed to Zhou Wen in gratitude, saying solemnly, "Sir, I will remember your kindness in teaching me."
"Go ahead." Zhou Wen nodded slightly.
Ben Zhenying then stood up and walked towards Mo He holding her knife.
The expressions of all the disciples of Ertian Feixian Palace were strange and unusual. They really couldn't figure out what was so special about Zhou Wenjiao's three swords that was worthy of such a great gift from Ben Zhenying.
Bai Shimei was also puzzled. She looked at Qi Yakai and asked, "Master, are Zhou Wen's three swords really so magical?"
She knew how proud Ben Zhenying was. The fact that she could receive such a great honor from Ben Zhenying showed that Ben Zhenying almost regarded her as a master. It also indirectly proved that those three swords were definitely extraordinary. However, Shiraishi Mei could not tell how those three swords were different from the basic sword styles she had learned before.
"How could a person like Mr. Zhou speak nonsense casually?" Qi Yakai didn't see anything mysterious about the three swords, but he could feel that there was some change in Ben Zhenying's temperament.
This change does not seem obvious. If Ben Zhenying had not been taught by Qi Ya Sakai, he would have found it difficult to notice this change.
"Please be careful with my knife." Ben Zhenying stopped opposite Mo He, holding the knife that Zhou Wen had borrowed in his hand, and did not summon the second short knife he usually used.
The disciples of Ertian Feixianliu all use two swords, and Benzhen Ying is naturally the best at using two swords. He only uses one sword instead of two, not because Zhou Wenjiao only uses one sword for his three swords, but because Benzhen Ying wants to avenge Qi Yakai. Mo He defeated Mo He with a water sword, so he also wants to use a sword to fight Mo He.
Mo He looked at Ben Zhenying, with a strange look in his eyes. After all, he was a powerful man of the natural disaster level, and he felt the change in Ben Zhenying's temperament, but he still couldn't figure out what Ben Zhenying could learn from those three swords. He watched Zhou Wen teach her those three swords with his own eyes, and he really couldn't imagine what tricks those three swords could do.
"Don't waste time, just take action." Mo He grabbed with his hand and condensed the sea water into a sword again, looking at Ben Zhenying and said lightly.
Although he knew that Ben Zhenying had grown, Mo He did not think that Ben Zhenying could grow to the point where she could defeat him. Even if Zhou Wen taught Ben Zhenying the divine sword technique, it would be impossible for Ben Zhenying to improve to the point where she could compete with him in such a short time.
What's more, the three swords taught by Zhou Wen are just the introductory sword techniques of Ertian Feixian School.
In a true showdown between strong men, confidence is also an important factor. If you are not confident in your heart, it will be difficult to win unless your strength is truly overwhelming. How could Mo He make such a mistake?
Ben Zhenying didn't say anything else. She held the knife in one hand and slashed directly at Mo He.
This sword was not one of the three swords Zhou Wen had just taught him, but the sword that Qi Yakai had just slashed at Mo He. It was almost exactly the same, without any difference.
"Sure enough, the three swords taught by Zhou Wen are totally useless. He still uses Qi Yakai's swordsmanship. The three swords are just a cover-up. But you guys underestimate me, Mo He. How can such a trick succeed in front of me? What's more, I just cracked the sword style he used." An idea flashed through Mo He's mind, but he didn't hesitate to stab the ice sword in his hand again.
The fight between the two was almost a replica of the fight between Qi Yakai and Mo He, the only difference being that Ben Zhenying only had a knife in her hand and had no ability to protect herself.
"This..." Shiraishi Mei didn't know what to say. Qi Ya Sakai had already tried it just now, and this sword was bound to fail. Ben Zhenying actually did it again.
Not only did she not understand, none of the disciples in Ertian Feixian Palace understood it, and the elders even thought that Ben Zhenying was mentally ill.
Only Qi Yakai seemed to understand something. He shook his head slightly and smiled, "This kid is really thoughtful."
The ice sword, moving at an extremely slow speed, collided with the wildly slashing knife again, and was chopped into pieces again. Everything was exactly the same as last time, as if it was a remake of a movie.
Although Mo He was confident, he was still a little afraid in his heart, so he was reserved in his actions and prepared to deal with any possible changes.
But nothing unexpected happened. Ben Zhenying's knife shattered his ice sword. The ice sword fragments turned into water flow, passed over Ben Zhenying's knife, and condensed into a water sword again, pointing at Ben Zhenying's chest.
"Won?" Mo He naturally couldn't believe it would be so smooth, but seeing that the water sword was about to pierce Ben Zhenying's chest, he had no choice but to believe it.
Suddenly, Mo He's heart skipped a beat, as if he sensed some great crisis. His eyes focused and he immediately realized that Ben Zhenying's knife had actually cut his waist without him knowing when.
His sword and Ben Zhenying's knife could almost hit each other at the same time, but he only had a water sword, while Ben Zhenying had a fear-level companion pet knife. Even if they hit each other, the results would be different.
Unless Mo He uses power beyond the fear level, he will definitely be the one who suffers, and then he will naturally be considered the loser.
"I thought it was some advanced swordsmanship, but it turns out you just want to use this method to defeat me. You are too naive." Mo He's disaster-level thinking ability and reaction are naturally not comparable to Ben Zhenying's. In this instant, countless thoughts flashed through Mo He's mind.
Almost at the same time, his body moved naturally. His figure moved slightly, but the movement and speed of the water sword in his hand remained unchanged.
In this way, Ben Zhenying's knife will pass by him, and his water sword will hit Ben Zhenying.
In fact, this reaction ability has exceeded the limit of the fear level, but this is not a substantial disaster-level power, so it cannot be said that Mo He committed a foul.
But after Mo He finished all this, his pupils suddenly shrank and a look of disbelief appeared on his face, as if he had seen a ghost.
Originally, it was thought that Ben Zhenying had used all her strength to chop out the sword, but it turned out that was not the case at all. Ben Zhenying's reaction ability was far inferior to his, and it was impossible for her to keep up with his changes and change her own moves. However, Ben Zhenying seemed to have anticipated his change of moves. The sword changed in the middle of the move, and this change was almost completed at the same time as Mo He, and it just happened to restrain Mo He's changes.
Mo He had never expected that such a situation would happen. It was simply a case of foresight. If he had not changed his body shape just now, but had directly stabbed with a sword, then Ben Zhenying would have already lost.
But now, because of his transformation, he was restrained by Ben Zhenying. At such a close distance, unless he used a disaster-level speed to change again in time, otherwise he could do nothing.
After just a moment of hesitation, the water sword in Mo He's hand was shattered by the knife in Ben Zhenying's hand, and the tip of the knife also stopped in front of Mo He's chest.
For a moment, the only sound on the sea was the sound of waves. Everyone seemed to be petrified, watching Ben Zhenying pointing a knife at Mo He's chest.
"Am I dreaming?" Someone on the big ship shouted in a dream.
(End of this chapter)
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