Tell you not to touch my sword [Cultivation]

Xiao Daoluan fought against Mo Heng.

Jianchi advocates fighting to raise swords. Since Xiao Daoluan traveled abroad, he has fought against many masters of the same generation, but none of them can compare with Mo Heng.Like Xiao Daoluan, they can only be regarded as the best swordsmen of the younger generation at best. Compared with Mo Heng, who has been famous for many years and is hard to find an opponent in the entire cultivation world, they are still far behind.

If news of this battle leaks out, countless sword cultivators will surely be attracted to watch the battle.

This is a rare peak duel in the cultivation world since Xiao He, the sword master of Yue Wang Jianchi, fought alone with nine demon cultivators of the transformation stage more than ten years ago.

Even though Xiao Daoluan has not entered Mahayana yet, he cannot be considered one of the strongest, but nearly 20 years ago, when Xiao He killed nine demon cultivators at the stage of transformation with his own power, he was only in the late stage of transformation!

Both were born in Jianchi, and they also have to face seemingly invincible opponents.The strikingly similar scenes make people look forward to this duel.

Shen Ke looked at Xiao Daoluan's back, his eyes were as bright as stars.

It's not that he doesn't know that there is still a gap between Xiao Daoluan and Mo Heng, and it's not that he doesn't know the strength hidden by Mo Heng, but he just feels that Xiao Daoluan can win.

It's not because he also came out of Jianchi, carrying the halo established by Xiao He in the first battle.

Just because he stood in front of him and fought for himself.

Xiao Daoluan is different from him, he will not talk about ambiguous flirting words all day long, and he has never transgressed the rules before today. Only at this moment can Shen Ke feel the other party's hidden firmness and strength. affection.

Even when the two kissed fiercely, Shen Ke was not as sure as now, Xiao Daoluan still liked him.He felt his throat tightening, wishing he could finish all the unfinished business in the inn immediately.

"You go to Guiyi, do you want to kill him?"

In his mind, the person who was crushed by him on the square table and kissed blushing, raised his sword and turned around to ask himself a question.

Shen Ke was stunned for a moment, and said, "Yes."

He had the idea of ​​explaining to Lin Ziyou that Heneng and Mo Heng died together, so he went to the same sect.When he didn't see Xiao Daoluan, he could still tie the concern in his heart to the branch, just pretending not to know it, but when he saw someone, he was a little bit reluctant to leave so chicly.

It's just... Xiao Daoluan asked him what he meant, was he trying to stand up for him?

In the past ten years, Shen Ke, who always regarded himself as the leader and big brother whenever he had the ability, felt sour because of the warmth of being placed under the wing.Then hi.

Shen Ke's eyes were slightly red, but he felt that he couldn't be so worthless.At any rate, he was a few years older than others, and at such a critical juncture, it was time to boost his morale.

He solemnly said: "You will win."

Xiao Daoluan frowned at him and stretched out a hand.

His five fingers are close together, and the palm is stretched flat, very much like the hand extended by the immortal in Cheng Lu's portrait.It's just that what this hand wants to catch is not the nectar that prolongs life from the sky, but a black sword.

Shen Ke stared at the calloused palm and slender white fingers due to long-term sword practice, and for some reason remembered that when it grabbed the back of his head, it seemed to crush everything and melt into his blood, burning it up. The feeling of turning into ashes and drinking swig.

Just thinking about it makes me feel hot all over.

So when Xiao Daoluan opened his mouth to say four words, Shen Ke nodded without thinking.The moment he nodded, the ink sword was like an arrow drawn to the string of the full moon, and it was held to the extreme, and it was fired at the touch of a finger.

Unrivaled power.

When Mo Jian flew towards Xiao Daoluan, Shen Ke's body also jumped forward, not only the sword in his hand couldn't wait to return to that person's side, even he...

The sword energy in his body also seemed to lose control, and it blew out thousands of miles.

If his sword energy is a waterfall, the waterfall starts with limbs and bones, and where it falls, it all belongs to the ink sword, and it belongs to Xiao Daoluan's hand.

Shen Ke should feel terrified and powerless, because after the sword energy gushed out of his body, the damaged meridians burst out with pain a hundred times and a thousand times stronger than before. He couldn't feel a trace of sword energy, and at this moment he was more fragile than a mortal who had never practiced the way of sword.

But when he looked at Xiao Daoluan, even if there was only one back, he felt that it was nothing.

Xiao Daoluan said to him, lend me a sword.

But what Shen Ke can and is willing to borrow is definitely not just the ink sword.

Mo Heng said, this is called your love and my wish.Shen Ke thought to himself, perhaps another way of saying it would be more satisfying.

That's sweetness.

The black sword fell into Xiao Daoluan's hand, it was as light as a bird's feather and as thin as a cicada's wing, but it blended with the black color of the sky, as if it could draw the seven peaks of Qingliang Mountain, and the energy of a hundred miles in the Guanzhong.

The birth of the Ninth Grade Spirit Sword changed the expression of the world.

The sword energy that was scattered in Shen Ke's body returned to the ink sword, causing the momentum of the ink sword to increase several times in an instant.Even if it is only held in the hands of a Qi Refining cultivator, it can still make the Golden Core Stage cultivator see it and retreat.

And Xiao Daoluan has already transformed into a god.

Mo Heng looked with great interest at the man who changed his appearance after getting the ink sword. The tiger came out and the goshawk fluttered its wings. It seemed that he still underestimated the strength of the young master of the sword pool.

Xiao Daoluan, who has a Yuege at his side, has rarely met an opponent.

He who holds the ink sword is truly fearless in the world.

After 800 years, he was finally able to fight with one of the strongest men in the world with his own sword again. Before Xiao Daoluan even had time to sigh with emotion or look at the person who generously borrowed the sword, he made a move.

Others may need to cultivate the sword, the sword energy, and the sword intent, in order to be in the fullest state when the sword is drawn.

But he didn't have to wait any longer.

The black clouds carry too much moisture and will eventually rain.The bowstring is drawn to the extreme, and the feather and arrow must be sent.

Lift the sword, hand it flat, and move forward without hesitation.

Mo Heng didn't retreat like fighting Shen Ke. Facing a sword like Xiao Daoluan, he had no way to retreat, and there was no need to retreat.

Only the sword!

The name of the sword is Taibai.Just like the brightest star in the night, all the bright brilliance bloomed on the tip of the sword when the sword was drawn.At this time, the dark clouds were covering the top, covering the sky and the sun, and that point of sword light was the most dazzling place in the world.

With the precipitation of hundreds of years of sect inheritance, and the coercion of sole control of a great power, it seems that even the entire Qingliang Mountain can be broken with a single sword, not to mention that what stands in front of it is only a single sword.

The last to come out first, Taibai greeted the ink sword.

From the point of the sword to the spine, all gathered in a cluster of sword energy at the tip, reflecting a little paleness in the blackness.Like a flint polished in the night.

Xiao Daoluan looked up at this moment.

The sky has long been so dim that it is difficult to tell the time, and the black clouds have formed a huge curtain that covers everything, and it only needs to be pulled lightly to fall.

Xiao Daoluan flicked his fingers.

The spine of the black sword was impacted by an external force, and its head soared to the sky.Taibai left a long scratch on the spine of the sword, from the middle to the end, the sound of gold and stone was deafening.

The black ink sword blared endlessly, at first it still had the difficulty of being crossed by Taibai, but when it rushed into the sky, it vibrated with the heaven and the earth wantonly.

The power of a sword is so powerful.

Mo Heng responded very quickly, and after Mo Jian got rid of Taibai's spear and soared into the sky, he aimed his sword at Xiao Daoluan.No matter how unstoppable the ink sword is, as long as the person using the sword is gone, it will be just a dead thing to be disposed of by others.

Taibai stabbed him head-on.

A sword cultivator is just a body of flesh and blood, how can he hold a sword that has reached the Mahayana?

Immeasurable and boundless is called Mahayana.

Not only did Mo Heng try his best with this sword, it was also the most proud one in several years.In the true Mahayana realm, if it was a sword cultivator of other low realms, he might have knelt down when this sword approached.

Not everyone can bear the coercion of a whole realm higher.

Moreover, Mahayana is already the highest state in the practice of swordsmanship.If it goes up further, it will be flying up from the ground, no matter how extraordinary the world is!

Xiao Daoluan didn't dodge or dodge, Ren Taibai's sword light got closer and brighter in front of his eyes.

Even if he only has the cultivation level of transforming gods now, 800 years ago, he was a person who only had to pass through the thunder calamity to enter the fairyland.

With the black sword in hand, and below Mahayana perfection, he can fight anyone he meets.

The Taibai sword crashed to the ground.

Like a thunderbolt, the ink sword smashed the bright and transparent Taibai heavily into the ground.Where the two swords fell, the ground collapsed instantly, and a round pit about ten feet wide appeared.Not far away, the plaque of the gate of Guiyizong was crumbling under the impact of a huge force.

Where Xiao Daoluan stood was on the verge of collapse.

He glanced at the plaque that had slipped in one corner, leaving only half of it on the lintel.The plaque was about to fall, but Mo Heng raised his hand to stop it.

It was such a seemingly effortless movement. After stopping, a trace of blood oozed from the corner of Mo Heng's mouth.

He waved his hand to reset the plaque. However, in the previous confrontation, there were many horizontal lines drawn by sword energy on the four characters of Wanyue Chaozong, and they were no longer as eye-catching as before.

Mo Heng looked at it for a while, then wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his cuff.He was wearing a dark blue robe, and the blood stains on his sleeves were not clearly visible.After wiping off the blood, he pushed away the senior disciple who was going forward to help, with no sign of frustration on his face.

His indifferent expression made Shen Ke, who was watching the battle, wonder, who won the previous sword?

Mo Heng vomited blood, Xiao Daoluan seemed to be fine, did Xiao Daoluan win?

The two swords fell into the god pit at the same time, or were they both hurt?

still is……

Mo Heng seemed to want to call out the saber in the deep pit, but when he raised his hand, he spat out another mouthful of blood.The sword energy condensed on his fingertips was so weak that even Taibai couldn't sense it.

Mo Lie didn't care if his master would push him away again, so he reached out to support Mo Heng.When his hand was on Mo Heng's back, Mo Heng said in a deep voice: "Pick up the sword."

His voice was extremely suppressed and hoarse, and every word he uttered had a strong smell of blood, as if he would vomit his internal organs at any time.

Mo Lie carefully guarded against Xiao Daoluan, seeing that the opponent did not pursue him, he quickly summoned his sword.At the same time, he aroused the voice transmission talisman in the sect, and the disciples were gathering towards the mountain gate.Gui Yizong still has several elders, as long as they form a sword formation, even Xiao Daoluan can still use such a shocking sword, and they still have the power to fight.

Xiao Daoluan was a little distracted, and felt that after defeating an opponent like Mo Heng, he should share the overflowing joy in his heart with someone.

But with whom?

There was a hazy figure in his mind, who seemed to be pretending to be indifferent, and after talking about the masters who had been defeated, that person would nod with a smile and reach out to touch his head.

It's like the elder's appreciation for the younger generation, but it's far closer than that.

Is it Xiao He?No, it won't be him.Xiao He never cared about his progress in sword cultivation, even if he talked about it occasionally, he only mentioned a few words to keep him calm and avoid falling into the low-level way of swordsmanship.

Which brother from 800 years ago?No, those who became masters before him were lazier than the other, the one who made alchemy, the one who forged iron, the one who read books, and they didn't care about this little junior's business at all.

Who else could that be?

Xiao Daoluan turned around suddenly.

So he saw Shen Ke lying on the mountain road.