Tell you not to touch my sword [Cultivation]

Then do you know that you will die?

Shen Ke asked very seriously, and Mo Lie thought for a moment, and said with a smile: "Everyone will die. But I will not die by your hands."

Cultivation level [-], spirit sword [-]th level.Although the person in front of him has a high-grade sword, his cultivation is only middle-low. Even if he has a murderous intent, what can he do?

Three years ago, he was narrowly defeated by Xiao Daoluan, everyone said that he underestimated the enemy.

If you lose, you underestimate the enemy. If you win...

That's just caressing the flowers and blowing the breeze.

Mo Lie was waiting for Shen Ke to draw his sword.Even against an opponent of extraordinary background like Xiao Daoluan, he was unwilling to strike the sword first because of how old he was, and he would not seize the opportunity to seize the opportunity against Shen Ke, who was not as good as himself.

The name of his sword Zhuoxi, the swordsmith originally took the meaning of being as ingenious as clumsy, flowing water does not rot, but in the hands of Mo Lie, it has more than charm but not enough clumsiness, it just fits his temperament.

At this time, the Zhuoxi Sword raised its head slightly, and lowered its hilt, which is a posture for fighting.

The faint smile in Mo Lie's eyes made Shen Ke's fighting spirit even more high.When all the sword energy in his whole body rushed to his right hand, and his limbs were empty, his dantian suddenly felt a pain.

The twitching was very light, but it seemed to involve the internal organs. It made him sweat like rain in just a moment, and even the sword energy gathered in the palm of his hand also collapsed.

Shen Ke clenched his teeth, trying to follow the method Xiao Daoluan taught him, and slowly refocused his distracted mind due to the pain on the ink sword.

Hundreds of times of practice showed its effect at this moment. When his mind was firmly tied to the edge of the sword, the sword energy that had stagnated for a moment quickly began to circulate by itself, part of it was poured into the sword, and the overflow was flowed back into the body Among the meridians.

Straws of sword energy returned to the meridians, although the amount was small, it was like a pot of hot water, warming the frozen body in an instant, and the twitching of the dantian was no longer so unbearable.

The stagnation and flow of sword energy is only clear to Jianxiu himself. It has been a long time for Shen Ke to feel the pain, and it only fell in Mo Lie's eyes for a moment.

From Mo Lie's point of view, the Zhuoxi Sword is waiting eagerly, and the opponent is impatient to meet him!

impetuous.

He did not witness the battle between Lin Ziyou and Mo Heng the night before, but Mo Lie, who was also a direct disciple of Gui Yizong, made the same choice when facing an opponent far inferior to him.

Tap your toes lightly, and your figure flies back.

The sword light skyrocketed in front of his eyes, but because he expected the enemy to retreat first, he was still a little bit behind, and his momentum was exhausted, and he fell to the ground brushing his eyes.

Mo Liefang's sword body showed signs of falling, and Mo Liefang stopped his retreating figure.I don't know if it was intentional, but he was stopping at the gate of Guiyizong, under the plaque of Wanyue Chaozong.

I don't know which one is more domineering, the wild grass that seems to squeeze out the plaque or the smug look on Mo Lie's face.

He stared at Shen Ke, and pushed out the Zhuoxi sword inch by inch almost humiliatingly.

He could see clearly that the sword energy in Shen Ke's body was far from being full, and the sword under the fury was even more violent and rainy.If the two of them faced the sword with a distance of several feet, he was still not sure of victory, but after he retreated to advance and separated by tens of feet, he would not be afraid.

The white jade-like thumb was pressed on the copper-colored sword, and it was more pleasing to the eye after deliberately slowing down the movement.In his eyes, this was not a life-and-death struggle at all, it was just a unilateral killing.

Even if you win, you can't win too ugly.

……

If you lose, let the opponent bleed.

The veins on his forehead were bulging, and although the ink sword was not in his hand, its heavy weight was completely suppressed in his sea of ​​consciousness.The unbearable weight seemed to shake off the entanglement of his consciousness at any time, and he fell heavily to the ground.

Lifting the weight lightly was too much for a half-assed guy like him.

Then let it be heavy.

No matter how humble and humble, as long as it is a life, it should have the weight of a life.

Mo Jian, who was exhausted at first, jumped suddenly, but actually stopped the momentum of falling, the sword head turned backwards, and it stabbed obliquely into the sky.

The two welcoming pine trees in front of Guiyi Zong Mountain Gate were shaken by the sword energy, and the needles fell like rain.The wooden plaque kept shaking, and the lintel was knocked and rattled.

Mo Lie's right hand changed from a push to a grip, and with the flick of his fingers, he pulled out all the swords that were only exposed by three parts, and placed them across his chest.There was no frivolity on his face at this time, but a solemn expression, the same expression he had when he broke the formation with a sword for Xiao Daoluan many years ago.

The more aggressive Mo Jian was, the more restless the sword energy in Shen Ke's body became.Dantian, who was already in pain, was even more unwilling to make peace with him, and the surging pain made Shen Ke kneel down in the mountain path.

His knee hit the ground with a slam, crushed on the stone, and his mouth bleeds.This bit of pain was completely out of Shen Ke's eyes.

Drops of cold sweat fell on the mountain road, and the lowered eyes happened to be able to see that the dust was stained with a little bit of dark color, and soon joined together.

Shen Ke propped himself up on the ground with one hand, and pressed his lower abdomen firmly with the other, trying to relieve the pain that was as sharp as a cone and burning like a fire.But looking at his pale face and trembling body, it seemed that this move was of little use.

Obviously this is not the first time... Shen Ke thought to himself, why is it so useless.

The opponent knelt on the mountain road, and was extremely reluctant to raise his head, but Mo Lie didn't feel much relief.His front lapel was pierced by the ink sword's sword energy, and his appearance also looked a little bit embarrassed.

This is something he will never allow.

As soon as the Zhuoxi sword was out of its sheath, it struck at the ink sword.

Mo Lie thought about the barren mountain wall for two years and practiced for two years just to hone this sword.In the past, his sword was only fast, but not powerful.And after a setback, there was finally something settled in his frivolous swordsmanship.The water flowed and the stone didn't turn, letting the messy sword energy brush across Zhuoxi, aiming only at the weak point of the ink sword's spine, killing the enemy with one blow.

His first sword after leaving the customs, originally intended to be reserved for Cang Wu, the head disciple of the Lianshan Sect, or Xiao Daoluan, the young master of Jianchi, but he didn't expect to take advantage of this unknown pawn.

Once the stream rushes and slows down, rises and falls again, the stubborn stone remains motionless.

Let go of ingenuity, and return to ancient clumsiness.

Mo Lie's expression is not without complacency, this is the sword he realized in two years, which can wash away his shame and defeat Xiao Daoluan.This sword will first destroy those who are inextricably linked with Xiao Daoluan, and then deal a head-on blow to that equally proud peer.

Heavy to heavy.

Sword against sword.

No opportunism, just the most raw power hedges.Just like the uncivilized ancients who drink blood and drink blood, they bury their heads and swing their hammers, and stone chips are scattered everywhere.

It just depends on whether the stubborn stone is broken first, or the wild man is exhausted.

Shen Ke clenched his five fingers tightly, forcing himself to let go of the hand that was pressing on his lower abdomen.Pain is pain, at least pain is real, it is alive, and it is a thought that can still be fought.He pressed his bruised palm to the ground, and together with the other hand supporting his body, sank into the moist soil.

The fragrance of the grass stalks mixed with the earthy smell made him more sober.

The dantian is empty, if there is anything left, it is only pain.What kind of sword cultivator is he who uses up the sword energy in his body with just one strike?

Shen Ke didn't laugh at himself, but just couldn't believe it.Quietly looking back at his own meridians, he finally found out where the rest of the sword energy was except for the scattered sword energy.

They are like moss growing against the stone steps, covering their meridians with a thick layer.The thick and gentle texture wraps the meridians so comfortably that I usually don't even notice it.

It's no wonder that after Yuanying, he practiced for several months, but his cultivation base didn't make any progress.The sword energy that does not return to the dantian or flow through the meridians is all here.

He greeted those docile and motionless sword qi, and said, you lazy bastards, it's time to do something.

Shen Ke struggled to pull out the sword energy attached to the meridians bit by bit, and drove them to the dantian. The connection with the black sword in the sea of ​​consciousness became closer and closer, and he never felt so powerful.

He can also make one sword, two swords, or even ten swords.

A knee was injured, and Shen Ke shook a little when he got up, but he stabilized quickly.He raised his hand and clenched his fist, retracted an inch, and then moved forward again.

The ancient man, whose muscles were knotted all over, and only hung a leaf between his crotches to hide his shame, put down the stone hammer, raised his head and screamed.The steps dancing around the stone are heavy, every step is like a landslide, the surface of the stone is shaken out of the cracks, and the savage, who has been staring at the red eyes all the time, seizes the opportunity, picks up the stone hammer, and strikes hard .

There was no expected shaking of the earth.

The savage stared wide-eyed, looking at the stone that suddenly disappeared in front of him, puzzled.

The Zhuoxi sword will naturally not disappear, and what can temporarily avoid the edge of the ink sword is naturally a hand.A hand that can only hold a sword, and a person who can use a sword.

Mo Lie lowered his proud head, cupped his fists and said in a deep voice, "Master."

Guiyi Sect Master Mo Heng returned the saber to his senior disciples. He didn't look at the ink sword that was close at hand, but said as usual: "It's not enough, we need to retreat for another two years."

Mo Lie said unwillingly: "Master, I..."

Mo Heng just waved his hand, and Mo Lie didn't dare to say any more.No matter how proud he is, there are people who are willing to bend their knees.Mo Heng, who knows everything in his palm, is the one he puts on the altar in his heart.Maybe one day he can defeat Cang Wu and Xiao Daoluan, but he still may not have the courage to attack Mo Heng.

Mo Heng didn't look at his disciple again, let alone express his concern.He was dressed in a dark green robe, and turned to Shen Ke, whose body had been tense since he appeared.Feeling the scorching eyes with hatred, Mo Heng thought for a moment, and his words were earth-shattering.

"Oh? You're not dead yet?"

Shen Ke didn't take back the ink sword, and let it spin around Mo Heng, ready to wait for an opportunity to strike, and replied casually: "You didn't die, how could I die." After all, this is He Lin Ziyou's death For those who can't get rid of the relationship, he doesn't have to fight Mo Lie to the end, but he can't let Mo Heng go easily.

Mo Heng glanced at the ink sword nearby, but didn't reach out to take it, but stared thoughtfully at the person who was full of sword energy around his body.He seemed to have figured out some doubts, a little smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he nodded and said: "The Xiao family's son has been with you for so long, but he has never picked up a sword. This deity has been puzzled, and now he understands."

Shen Ke didn't want to listen to his words, but those words entered his ears as if they had grown wings.

"It's not difficult to take the sword, but it takes a lot of thinking if you want to take back the sword energy."