Ling Mo stood tall and straight, holding his sword in the open space.
The sword in his hand had an icy blue hue, and its blade was shrouded in a faint, frost-like aura.
This is a Heaven-Rank Spiritual Artifact.
Her name is Ling Shuang.
In the world of cultivation, it is definitely a top-ranked spiritual sword.
Rong Zi remembered that in the original novel, it was written that Ling Shuangjian eventually developed sentience.
However, in order to protect its master and save Ling Mo, Ling Shuangjian, who had just developed sentience, sacrificed itself and ended up breaking into pieces.
Both the master and the spirit sword met tragic ends.
Thinking of this, Rong Zi subconsciously frowned.
She looked at Ling Mo and silently made a vow in her heart: In this life, whether it is Ling Mo or Ling Shuangjian, they will live well!
"Master, I'm off! Don't miss me too much. I'll be back soon after I deal with this little Nascent Soul." Little White was still sticking to Jun Moyao's side like a leech, chattering incessantly.
Jun Moyao's face darkened, and he kicked it mercilessly, yelling, "Get lost!"
Little White sheepishly dodged away, glancing back every few steps as it entered the arena.
It circled around Ling Mo once and said, "Your name is Ling Mo, right? Let's finish this quickly, my master is waiting for me."
"Let's have a cup of tea. I'll try to beat you down within that time."
Upon hearing this, Ling Mo tightened his grip on the sword slightly.
He was exceptionally talented and had always been one of the best among his peers since childhood.
Even when compared to those of the same or even higher level, he has never suffered a defeat.
I never expected to be looked down upon by a magical weapon.
Even with Ling Mo's composed personality, he was still somewhat angered at this moment.
He raised his hand and swung his sword, using sword energy to repel the little white creature that kept circling around him. He said in a deep voice, "You're talking big too soon. Be careful you don't lose too badly later and get slapped in the face."
"Oh my god, Ling Mo is angry!" Gu Xiaochui slapped his thigh. "This Xiaobai is quite something, he actually managed to make Ling Mo angry."
Although they haven't spent much time with Ling Mo yet.
But they already had some understanding of Ling Mo's personality.
Ling Mo has high cultivation and high talent.
However, he has a very indifferent personality and always maintains an attitude of not competing or fighting.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have made such a clean break by becoming his and Yun Jing's junior brother without even struggling.
This newbie can easily anger Ling Mo with just a few words.
This clearly shows just how disliked she is...
Xiao Bai was forced back by Ling Mo's sword energy, but still remained steadily suspended in mid-air.
It twisted its fan and said cheekily, "Hehe, you might be disappointed, this fan has no face, you can't hit it~"
Ling Mo: "..."
The people present: "..."
Jun Moyao gritted his teeth and covered his face.
This is awesome!
Ling Mo frowned, not wanting to talk to Xiao Bai anymore. His sword technique was as swift as the wind, and his fierce moves were aimed directly at Xiao Bai.
He possesses a top-grade ice spirit root, and every move he makes is imbued with a chilling aura.
Within three steps of the foot, frost covered everything.
Yun Jing sniffed, her small body trembled slightly, and she leaned closer to Rong Zi, muttering softly.
"It's so cold. I'd better prepare a blanket in advance when I watch my third junior brother fight in the future."
Rong Zi nodded seriously, finding it reasonable.
The battle has begun.
Xiao Bai didn't expect Ling Mo to open it without saying a word. He couldn't dodge in time and was grazed by Ling Mo's sword energy. He immediately started yelling and screaming in anger.
"You...you...you're really lacking in sportsmanship! How could you attack without even a proper start? That's going too far!"
Ling Mo ignored it.
However, seeing that Xiaobai was unharmed despite being hit by his sword energy, his expression hardened slightly.
Ling Mo's sword techniques changed rapidly, so fast it was dazzling.
However, Xiao Bai not only successfully dodged every move, but also had the energy to verbally attack Ling Mo.
"Little Lingmo, you're not good enough! Why are you so slow?"
"Tsk, look how weak you are, are you trying to tickle me?"
"Hey, hey, hey, how come you missed again? I'm right here, are you blind?"
Ling Mo was so angry by its chattering that his blood and qi surged, and the icy power around him was tinged with a faint trace of black demonic energy.
His temples throbbed, and he couldn't help but grit his teeth and sneer.
"Shut up!"
Ling Mo raised his hand and threw the sword in the air, then gathered spiritual power in his hands and quickly changed hand seals.
As he moved, the Ling Shuang Sword in the air suddenly transformed into countless sword intent clones, each sword enveloped in a layer of tangible cold air.
Ling Mo formed a sword gesture with two fingers, directing countless sword intent clones to point at Xiao Bai, almost completely blocking its every possibility of dodging.
"Let's see how you hide now!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he channeled more spiritual power into his fingertips and suddenly pressed down.
The next instant, countless sword intent clones slashed through the air and attacked Little White, who was still chattering incessantly.
Xiao Bai was now surrounded by a multitude of swords.
Each sword locked onto it tightly.
There was simply no way to avoid it.
Xiao Bai exclaimed, "Wow, are you going all in?"
Just as it was about to be riddled with holes by so many swords, it suddenly spread its fan wide, and the twenty fan ribs instantly disintegrated.
After the fan ribs disintegrated, it quickly grew larger.
Then each fan rib transformed into twenty pure white spirit swords.
Seeing this, the audience was so shocked that their eyes widened.
Is this okay?
The disassembled Xiaobai is more agile than before.
Faced with Ling Mo's attacking sword intent clone, it was so fast that it left only afterimages. Not only did it break through instantly, but it also used twenty spirit swords to set up a powerful sword formation.
That stance seemed to indicate that they were preparing to meet Ling Mo's attack head-on.
A loud 'bang'.
The earth shook violently.
Ling Mo's sword intent clone clashed with Xiao Bai's twenty spirit swords.
The powerful surge of spiritual energy, along with the chilling aura emanating from Ling Mo's spiritual energy, nearly knocked the audience members to the ground.
Cai Niu and Jun Moyao quickly grabbed Rong Zi's hair, and her small body flew in the air, her hair swaying and creating waves.
This saved them from being blown away by the impact of spiritual energy.
Little Sunflower dared not approach Rong Zi.
In a panic, it flailed its roots wildly and wrapped them around Gu Xiaochui's head. Its two leaves covered its face tightly in the shockwave, fearing that the shockwave would blow away its precious melon seeds and petals.
However, this caused Gu Xiaochui a lot of trouble.
Gu Xiaochui's view was completely blocked by the roots of the little sunflower.
Even worse, the plant's roots, finding nowhere to attach, got firmly stuck in his nostrils, almost suffocating him.
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