Jiuhua Xianzong

"Junior Brothers..." Mo Bu smiled happily, "Mo has gained a little from practicing swords recently, so he summoned his juniors to come to discuss swords, and let's all learn from each other in order to gain all the benefits."

"Cough...cough...cough..."

There were several sword cultivators on the spot who couldn't catch their breath and choked on their own saliva.My eyes are full of inconceivable, dear brother, big brother, you have only practiced swordsmanship for a few days, and you want to provoke such a large group of swordsmen like them?

No one thought it was a sparring session, they called everyone here with great fanfare, and discussed swords face to face, this was not a sparring session, it was provocation.

"It's not against palace rules to beat senior brother into a pig's head, right?" Someone couldn't help but muttered in a low voice.

"I'm afraid that I will be accused of murdering the first disciple again..."

Well, it was the first time for Mo Bule to act in charge, and the methods were too ruthless and insidious. Although the sword cultivators were all beneficiaries, after the Jade Emperor Island incident, no one dared to provoke them to challenge the crowd. However, for the sword cultivators of Zhichangzi, they still feel that the elder brother's way of doing things is not upright enough.

Mo Bule twitched the corners of his mouth, pretending he didn't hear it, and with a smile on his face, he said: "You guys have different cultivation bases, for the sake of fairness, we don't use real energy in the sparring, we only talk about swordsmanship. Brother, don't use your status to oppress others, no matter which brother comes up, I will only use one sword, if you win, you will win, if you lose, you will lose, there is no difference."

Crazy.

Some sword masters gritted their teeth immediately. You have only practiced swords for a few days, and you are rushing in front of them who have been immersed in sword skills for tens or even hundreds of years. Waiting for those incompetent casual cultivators in the test day competition to fail.

There were also some sword cultivators who were flexible and couldn't help laughing secretly. Among the people present, there were not many who were lower than Mo Bule. If it is fair, it must be fair to him. He is really thick-skinned.

"I'm here to ask for advice!"

Immediately, an impatient white-robed disciple came forward, cupped his hands, and said, "Brother, please take over."

Before the words fell, a sword struck.

This sword was extremely fast, the sound of the sheath was heard, and the sword light appeared, but it came and stopped quickly, it was still three inches away from Mo Bule's throat, and it stopped moving.

Because Mo Bule also drew out the sword, a simple stab, the tip of the sword did not point to the throat, but stopped on the shoulder of the white-robed disciple, and a point to the left was the key point.

Only one sword, of course, is because Mo Bule only knows one sword. He doesn't know any sword skills, so he only practiced one stab hard, without fancy, without moving his true energy, and there is no sword light when he strikes the sword, but this time stabbing, but faster than the white-robed disciple's sword.

Of course, the aiming head was still horrible, and after learning the lesson from fighting Li Yidao, Mo Bule didn't dare to point his sword at the throat, because the stab would definitely miss, so he aimed at the position three inches above the opponent's shoulder, so that even if the stab missed, It will only make people think that he is deliberately showing mercy.

When the strength is insufficient, he can only focus on these small places. Fortunately, he is lucky, and of course, he is also very confident in this stab.He didn't practice swords for a long time, but after thousands of years of practice, he only stabbed with a little more precision than others, so this stab was quite sharp.

In fact, it doesn't matter even if he loses. Anyway, everyone knows that he has only practiced sword for a few days, so there is no shame in losing. It's just that there is no hope of establishing his majesty as a big brother.

It doesn't matter, anyway, Mo Bule didn't intend to rely on the word majesty to make a living, he originally planned to be the most shameless senior brother.

Cough, not much nonsense, in short, the white-robed disciple looked at the black iron sword which was only one point away from the vital point, his eyes were slightly dull, he didn't see clearly how the elder brother drew the sword.

"Accept." Mo Bule put away the sword with a smile.

The white-robed disciple was stunned for a moment, and had no choice but to withdraw his sword and retreat back. When he returned, he was still scratching his head, his face full of confusion.He lost, how did he lose?

"Idiot, what did you do? You actually lost to the basic twelve moves."

A sword cultivator who had an idea with this white-robed disciple slapped him on the back of the head. Everyone is a sword cultivator who has been immersed in swordsmanship for an unknown number of years. Who doesn't know the basic twelve sword moves? The basics are the basics. Seriously. , not even sword skills, losing to basic sword moves would be a big embarrassment.

The white-robed disciple was startled suddenly, but was awakened by the slap, and exclaimed, "No, this is not a basic sword move."

Suddenly attracted a lot of sideways.

"If you lose, you lose. I'm not good at swordsmanship. What excuses do I have? I'm so spineless." Someone sneered, thinking that this white-robed disciple was making excuses for his failure.

The white-robed disciple was not a good-natured person either, so he sneered back immediately: "If you ask the senior brother for advice, you will naturally know how powerful it is. It depends on whether I have no backbone to make excuses, or you have no eyesight to make a fool of yourself."

"I don't believe it, this thorn can still produce flowers."

Sure enough, that person couldn't be provoked, and jumped out unbelievingly. He was actually a green-robed disciple, his cultivation level was only one level higher than that of the person just now, and he was a middle-level foundation-building monk. He didn't even say hello. He swung it at Mo Bule, it turned out to be a stabbing move, but the tip of the sword shook rapidly, and two sword flowers were shot out, making it difficult to distinguish which "petal" was the real tip of the sword.

Mo Bule had been waiting for a long time, and was too lazy to distinguish the real details of the two sword flowers. He raised his hand and stabbed again. No tricks were needed, he just needed to stab faster than others.

"Zi!"

The accurate head was horrible, the sword point directly hit the sword cultivator's chest, and did not move the true essence, so naturally it could not pierce the sword robe protected by talismans. Due to the attack, the talismans on the sword robe were automatically activated, and a thin layer of spiritual power was swayed. , the tip of the sword was not stressed, and it slid directly from the chest, making a soft sound.

At this time, the two sword flowers of the sword repairman had barely reached Mo Bule's face, but because he was hit by the sword, he was shocked for a moment and withdrew his strength, and the sword flowers naturally scattered.

"what?"

There were a few voices from the crowd, but there were a few blue-robed sword cultivators who vaguely saw some clues. One of them moved quickly, took a step forward, bowed his hands, and said, "Chen Ji, you have been practicing swords for more than 130 years. Ask the big brother for a sword."

After all, raising his hand is also a sword, but it is flat and without tricks. It is the same as Mo Bule, using the thrusting style in the basic twelve sword moves.

The so-called experts know if there is one as soon as they make a move. The blue robe sword is highly cultivated, and its understanding of kendo is naturally much better than that of the green robe disciples. This stab is calm and sharp, like a snake in the grass, a snake The letter flashed, silently, with the intention of hitting a hit.

Mo Bule was taken aback, he specialized in one stab, and naturally had a deep understanding of the stab style, not to mention other things, just the accuracy of this stab was beyond his reach, not to mention how fast this stab was , not at all weaker than his two stabs just now, that is to say, in front of this blue-robed swordsman, he can't take advantage of being "fast", let alone accurate, so he will definitely lose.

That's the case, but Mo Bule brought up the discussion of swords with the heart of arrogance, how could he allow himself to fail, while raising the sword to stab back, he was more firm in his mind, and in the sea of ​​consciousness, Cheng Baimei flashed The "stabbing" style of the true solution to the swordsmanship taught was simulated by divine consciousness, and at the same time, a sword was stabbed in the sea of ​​consciousness.