Tell you not to touch my sword [Cultivation]

"Sect Master Mo told me this...it's just a waste of time."

Shen Ke calmly gathered the loose hair behind his ears, frowning.Because he seldom frowns, the wrinkles between his brows are only shallow, as if they can be smoothed away with just a light touch.

"I can't beat him, and I won't draw my sword against him. Even if it's like what the suzerain said, if he wants...what kind of sword energy, what can I do."

He clearly pursed his lips without a hippie smile, but he didn't look like a monk at all.Shen Ke's words fell into Mo Heng's ears, with a slippery tone as if to say, I just don't like to hear what you say, you hit me if you have the ability.

Sitting in the high position of the suzerain of Guiyi Sect, Mo Heng rarely saw such a sword cultivator who was unwilling to get a little bit of immortality, but it was not impossible for him to deal with it.If he followed the words, it would be like putting his hand into the oil tank, and the hand that he stretched out later would be very slippery no matter what.For those who like to use glib to tease people, the surefire way is to make it difficult for the other party to say this again.

"I heard that men and women at the foot of the mountain always like to talk about your love and my wish." Mo Heng seemed to be able to see through the copper coin he had soaked in the oil tank, and accurately picked it out with his long chopsticks. "I really said too much."

Silent, calm without waves.

Shen Ke seemed to hear Mo Heng's calm voice saying, you already knew it.

Yes, he already knew.

Originally, he just wanted to test whether Xiao Daoluan was really as restrained as he appeared on the surface, but after closing his eyes more than once, and pretending to breathe lightly, he found that the other party gently held his wrist, warming and nourishing him. The sword energy from him was divided into several strands and sent into his body along the meridians.

The sword energy did not flow into the dantian, but gradually weakened or even disappeared as it circulated through the meridians, as if swallowed by an invisible force.Together with the weak sword energy he accumulated during the day, it disappeared completely.

He was puzzled by this, and he was hesitant about it.Xiao Daoluan stayed by his side, or rather, why did he keep him by his side?

He has heard all kinds of strange stories, so he can naturally give all kinds of strange guesses.But he was unwilling to put any of them on Xiao Daoluan.Those stories with conspiracy, blood and treachery are not suitable for Xiao Daoluan.

At least not suitable, because after Lin Ziyou prevented the two from sleeping in separate rooms, he still walked lightly in the middle of the night, and entered his room through the window, just for the warmth and warmth at his fingertips.

When he was not used to the cold winter in the north, he lay on his back on the plank bed and could not fall asleep for a long time. He could only stare at the half-open window and the cold moonlight in a daze. After eating more than half of the unripe fruit, the taste of nine parts sour and one part sweet spreads from the tip of the tongue to the heart.

The other party stood on his bedside for a long time without moving.Shen Ke waited a little anxiously, with his eyes closed and unable to figure out the situation, he could only pass the time with eclectic fantasies.The light rubbing of the clothes seemed to make the fantasy no longer... Two fingers put on his wrist.

The temperature had been blown away by the night wind earlier, and now it was slightly hot due to friction.

hotter than his wrist.

Perhaps hotter than the blood at the tip of his heart.

……

Shen Ke raised his two fingers together and lightly brushed against his thumb.The temperature in those cold nights seemed to be able to sustain him through the harsh winters of the rest of his life.

Even at this time, dark clouds are pressing down on the mountains, and blizzards are coming.

"For a stubborn person like me, Sect Master Mo won't listen to me no matter how much he says." Shen Ke said softly, "Xiao Daoluan wants a sword, and I'll give it. If he wants a sword energy, I'll give it too. Everything is bigger than me willing."

His tone was gentle, like a lover whispering, but after "willing", he suddenly changed his tone and said sharply: "If Sect Master Mo wants it, I don't want to give it up."

The ink sword that had been circling Mo Heng, not far or near, tore apart the nearby air current in Shen Ke's suddenly raised tone, and made a loud noise.

Mo Heng seemed to have expected it a long time ago, and had been waiting for him to make a move.

Not moving is good, but moving is full of flaws.

"Third from the left, first from the left, Huang Jingge."

Mo Heng ignored the ink sword that was stabbing towards his sleeve, and said a word of "Jianjue" without slowing down.The disciples of Guiyi sect have been reciting every day since the beginning of worship, and they are familiar with the sword art by heart, and they talk about the simplest offensive and defensive moves.

There were only two members of the Guiyi sect present, except for Mo Heng, the rest was Mo Lie who confronted Shen Ke with a sword.

When Mo Lie heard the master's report of the sword art, he didn't have a clear concept in his mind, but his body moved first.Step up, bend your knees, raise your elbows, press your wrists, and use a set of moves smoothly and smoothly. When you stop, you find that you have blocked the ink sword.

When the blades of the two swords were facing each other, because his footwork was slightly slanted and he relieved a lot of force, the previous pressure like a giant hammer hitting his heart disappeared.

No need for the master to mention any more, after Mo Lie opened the black sword, he freely adopted a set of sect's low-level swordsmanship.This set of swordsmanship emphasizes lightness and agility, with four or two strokes of a thousand catties.Mo Jian was eager to break through his defense, but was brushed away again and again, unavoidably impatient.

Mo Lie breathed out the stuffy air in his chest, and briskly pushed Mo Jian back a few feet.

Mo Heng was watching the battle, and he had no intention of making a move from the beginning to the end.If he hadn't seen some demonic obstacles in his disciples due to this battle, he wouldn't have spoken out to provoke Shen Ke to do it.Shen Ke could defeat Mo Lie's sword with his blood, but it was impossible for him to defeat the head disciple of Guiyi Sect with all his swords.As long as Mo Lie and Yi are given another chance to fight and deal with it seriously, they will naturally defeat the opponent.

People who cultivate swords have their own temperaments.Only the extreme can be close to the way of heaven.

Mo Heng deliberately raised Mo Lie's arrogance, which was worn away by Xiao Daoluan three years ago, how can he be defeated by such a small person now.

Seeing that Mo Lie had gained the upper hand, Mo Heng said: "At this time, it is better to use the drawn sword."

Mo Lie changed his tactics in response.

If Shen Ke is flexible enough, he should seize this gap to fight back.But he was obviously in a daze for a while. When Mo Lie's sword move struck again like a storm, the ink sword was no longer as airtight as before.

Shen Ke remembered that when Xiao Daoluan was facing the enemy, he leisurely instructed him what to do.

When he was negligent for a moment, Mo Lie approached him.

Having suffered from this person, Mo Lie would not be merciful the second time he made a move. The Zhuoxi sword opened and closed wide, and just a touch of the sword's light would bruise his flesh and blood.

Shen Ke didn't dare to sway his sharpness, and backed away repeatedly.

The mountain path is narrow, even if you retreat, where can you retreat?

Shen Ke touched the cut on his cheek that was cut open by the sword qi, bared his teeth and said, "Master Rang is disfigured, in case someone despises you, are you responsible?"

While Mo Lie was disturbed by his gossip, Shen Ke secretly clasped the hand hidden behind him.He didn't know what kind of sword move he should make to defeat the opponent.Whether it's swordsmanship or understanding of sword intent, this big disciple of Guiyizong is much better than him.

What's more, there is a suzerain who is pointing out.

Mo Heng probably regarded him as a master at giving advice to his disciples, and has been standing idly by, occasionally saying something just to make a point.

It would be great if Xiao Daoluan was by his side...

"Molie, back away!"

With a sharp shout, the two people who were fighting were unable to dodge in time, and were enveloped by a sword light.The difference is that the sword light was not aimed at Shen Ke, and he could still look up to distinguish it, as if he had seen this sword light before.Mo Lie, on the other hand, has been forced to confront him.

The sword light falling from the distant sky is close at hand.

The Zhuoxi Sword is also in front of him.

It seems that there is not much movement, but the two intertwined sword lights have passed dozens of moves in an instant.Every slight tremor of the sword body, and the sharper sound of the sword edge made Mo Lie's heart, which had finally calmed down, tumbling again.

He recognized whose sword it was!

As a result, his fighting spirit was even higher.

Zhuoxi's sword edge trembled more and more, and the sword spine forged with fine iron seemed to be unable to withstand such a confrontation, and was on the verge of breaking.

Mo Lie held his breath and said in his heart, after two years of retreat, it is impossible for him to be defeated by the same person's sword again.His Zhuoxi is faster and stronger than it was two years ago.

However, he is fast, and the opponent is faster than him.

He was strong, and the opponent didn't take this strength seriously.

If the pressure that Shen Ke brought to him before was like an ancient man swung a sledgehammer and smashed it violently, what he can feel now is that the mountains are uplifted and the ground is overturned in an instant, and the vast expanse of blue waves are splashed down on his head.

There is no fighting back.

Zhuoxi wailed.

The edge of the sword was broken, and when the broken sword fell to the ground, Mo Lie also collapsed on the ground.

After fighting for only a moment, he realized very clearly that he might not be this person's opponent, whether it was more than two years ago, now, or in the future.

It was too late for Mo Heng to make a move. He failed to stop Zhuoxi's sword from breaking, nor could he stop his disciple from dying.Looking at Mo Lie's disheveled face, he knew that if there was no opportunity, this chief disciple would probably be completely useless.

Feeling a little cold in his heart, Mo Heng's face was as frosty as he looked at someone who was approaching Yujian: "Young Master Xiao."

Xiao Daoluan landed lightly, wondering if he intentionally landed in front of Shen Ke.He turned his back to Shen Ke, although he didn't turn his head, but he knew that the other party was behind him, and the anxiety he had seen when he was almost forced to fall by the sword was finally healed.

Yuege was taken back into his hands, and he groaned.In such a merciless fight, he brazenly broke the opponent's sword, and it was impossible for him to remain unscathed.

At least Yuege...it hasn't been used for a long time.

Mo Heng looked at the wooden sword with cracks on the ridge of the eye sword, then looked at the disciple kneeling beside the broken sword, and said indifferently, "Young Master Xiao or this sword, which one should I break?"

Shen Ke gripped the ink sword tightly, knowing that he dared to speak and do it, he really wanted to avenge his disciple for breaking the sword.He didn't want to let Xiao Daoluan form another family feud because of himself, he belonged to a school that was no better than the Lin family, and both had a high status in the world of sword repair, so he wouldn't be afraid of Jianchi's name.If breaking his sword can solve the hatred, there is no problem, but——

Xiao Daoluan shook his head: "You want to break the sword, but I want to kill people. It's better to each draw out the sword and compete."

Mo Heng smiled, and the chill that was condensed like ink all over his body became more and more intense.He didn't do anything he wasn't sure about, and he promised the man to take the sword, so he made full preparations.It is also expected that he might fight against this young master of Jianchi.In Mo Heng's heart, this is a chess game where the winner is already decided before the game is played.Regardless of whether he is black or white, the opponent will only end up with the remnant soldiers who have been slaughtered by the dragon and disarmed.

"How does Young Master Xiao know that this deity only wants to break the sword?"