Mo Changsheng didn't know what Tianji Tower's plan was, but for Jiang Xuan, it was not necessarily a bad thing for this matter to spread.
"However, the current strength is not safe enough." Jiang Xuan thought, if it was a normal fugue, he could still handle it. After all, his physical strength was comparable to the fugue.
But if he encounters some veteran wanderers, his strength will naturally be insufficient, but he can still save his life. If he cannot be defeated, even the Earth Immortal may not be able to stop him if he wants to run away.
"Forget it, let's see what good methods Wushuang City has first." Mo Changsheng thought to himself, what he knew about Wushuang City was that it only cultivated swordsmanship.
The ancestors of Wushuang City cultivated sword skills and fed the swords with blood. Day after day, until the swords in their hearts were the same, they acquired the flying sword skills.
In the inheritance of Shushan Sword Palace, there are many similar methods of raising swords, each of which is a swordsmanship method at the divine level, and there are even several swordsmanships at the earthly immortal level.
Therefore, Mo Changsheng has no shortage of swordsmanship skills, and he still has plenty to learn.
Therefore, he is actually more curious about other types of martial arts, such as riding on the clouds and riding the wind, and the Thunder Gate Fire Technique, which actually makes him more interested.
Thinking in his mind, he returned to the residence arranged for him by Song Yanhui, and then devoted himself to figuring out how to obtain the many martial arts secrets in Wushuang City.
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"Are you Mo Changsheng?"
On the tenth day after arriving in Wushuang City, a young man came outside Mo Changsheng's house, carrying an exaggerated sword box, folding his hands, and his eyes were full of curiosity.
"Are you Wushuang?" Mo Changsheng looked at the young man in front of him and couldn't help but smile. Seeing the Wushuang sword box, he naturally guessed that this was Wushuang.
This boy's talent is indeed extraordinary, and now he has reached the heavenly realm, which is not much worse than his master Song Yanhui's. Even if he is given a few more months, Song Yanhui will still be defeated by his sword.
"It's me!" Wushuang's eyes were shining brightly. He stared at Mo Changsheng and spoke again: "I want to ask you about the sword!"
"Huh?" Mo Changsheng was startled. Is it so direct?
But considering Wushuang's temperament, it seems that this is indeed what he can say.
"Asking about swords..." Mo Changsheng rubbed his chin, thought for a moment, waved his hand, and a black sword flew out of the room and fell into his hand.
"Is this your sword?" Wushuang looked at the Mo Mei sword in Mo Changsheng's hand. Even before it was unsheathed, he could tell that it was a famous sword. It was a good sword. There were few in Beili that could compare with it.
sword.
"For the time being." Mo Changsheng nodded, and the plum blossom slowly came out of its sheath. The whole body was like ink, without showing any sharpness. Just like the plum blossom, it had no intention of competing for spring and was jealous of all the flowers.
boom!
The sword box fell to the ground, Wu Shuang slapped the sword box hard, and the twelve flying swords flew out from the sword box and were arranged in a row in front of Wu Shuang.
Wushuang tapped them gently while reciting the names of these swords: "Yunsuo, Qingshuang, Fengxiao, Red Leaf, Butterfly, Jueying, Killing Life, Breaking the Tribulation, Jade Ruyi, Ringing Finger Rou, Cang, Mang!"
"Oh? Twelve flying swords are rare at your age." Mo Changsheng moved very slowly, not as if he was competing with others, but more like dancing with a sword, without any sword power or sharpness.
"It's a pity that I can't control the thirteenth sword yet." Wushuang said bluntly, if he could control the thirteenth sword - the Ming Suzaku, then he would truly enter the level of sword immortal.
"The Ming Zhuque?" Mo Changsheng thought for a moment, then smiled again: "The name of the Ming Zhuque is a bit weird. Could it be that it comes from the Ming Dynasty?"
"I don't know. No one in the city has any records." Wushuang answered all questions and was very honest.
But in fact, he doesn't feel good now. There is an invisible trend in Mo Changsheng's sword-making, like a towering mountain, right in front of him, giving people a kind of mental oppression.
"Okay." Mo Changsheng didn't care. He could also sense a few figures hiding in the darkness. In the past few days, he had introduced a lot of martial arts through the disciples of Wushuang City, but unfortunately none of them caught his eye.
But if he thinks this way, the people in Wushuang City will not think so, and they can understand if they keep watching him all the time.
The Mo Mei Sword shook, and a sharp aura came out wantonly, like a towering mountain peak, standing straight in front of you, the majestic sword aura was about to sweep across the world!
"I'll give you a sword. It's up to you how much enlightenment you can achieve." Mo Changsheng came back to his senses and looked at Wushuang in front of him. In the huge Wushuang city, this boy was more to his liking.
"Please enlighten me!" Wushuang let out a clear whistle and stepped on his sword in the air. One sword was holding his body, and the other eleven swords were pointed directly at Mo Changsheng, ready to unleash a killing blow at any time.
Mo Changsheng's eyes were slightly closed, like an unshakable mountain. He held an ink plum in his hand and slowly slashed it out, like a master of painting writing in the void. An ink mark slowly passed across it, like a startling glance, but yet
With infinite mystery.
But at this moment, Wushuang's body seemed to be suppressed. In front of his eyes, it seemed as if a majestic sacred mountain was slowly falling. No matter how he looked up, he could never see the peak.
"break!"
Wushuang shouted loudly, and the twelve flying swords shot through the air at the same time, like twelve streams of light, carrying the majestic true energy, wrapped in the mighty sword energy, and killed them all.
Rumble!
Just like a thunder on the ground, the sword energy raged, and the nearby houses were chopped to pieces in an instant, and large areas collapsed, leaving no intact place.
"boom!"
"Huh-huh-"
Wushuang knelt on one knee, breathing heavily, with twelve flying swords scattered in all directions.
Just to catch Mo Changsheng's sword, he exhausted all his energy, almost collapsed, and couldn't exert any strength from his whole body.
"Wushuang!" A voice came from far away, and in an instant, Song Yan was seen returning here. In addition, there were dozens of Wushuang City disciples, holding various weapons, looking at Mo Changsheng warily.
"Put it down!" Song Yanhui helped Wushuang up, and when she saw this scene, she immediately shouted. With just a few of them, they couldn't even fill the gap between Mo Changsheng's teeth, just in case Mo Changsheng was annoyed like they did a few days ago.
Okay, that's enough for them to drink a pot.
After hearing this, these disciples also put away their weapons, but still gathered around Wushuang and Song Yanhui, wary of Mo Changsheng.
"Xiao Wushuang, the quality of the warriors in Wushuang City needs to be improved. After all, I am a guest, so you always want to attack me with swords. Isn't it good?" Mo Changsheng also put away the black plum sword and looked at Wushuang with a half-smile.
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"You are too strong, they are naturally afraid of you." Wushuang said bluntly, but his voice was a bit weak. He almost exhausted his energy and energy with the sword just now. Now he can't even withdraw the flying sword, he can only use one.
Pick it up.
After saying that, he looked at the person next to him and said: "Senior Brother, don't worry, you are not strong enough. As long as you don't mess with him, he has no interest in doing anything to you."
Lu Yuzhai, other disciples: "..."
Thank you for comforting us so much!
Thank you for thinking of us so much!
"Hahaha!" Mo Changsheng laughed when he heard the sound, "What an honest boy. You do have a good disciple, fellow Daoist Song."
Song Yanhui heard the words, smiled bitterly, and then raised her hand to Mo Changsheng: "The real person is laughing."
"Why are you laughing?" Mo Changsheng said with a faint smile on his face: "Jian Xin Tiancheng, a qualification that no one can ask for. You Wushuang City wants to get back the word 'World', I think... you can get it all"
Depend on him."
Wushuang's talent is indeed very high, and he has a pure sword heart. As long as he doesn't die, it is not difficult for him to enter the realm of the gods. By then, Wushuang City may really have a chance to regain the word "World".
"The real person is too praised." Song Yanhui was very happy to hear Mo Changsheng's praise of being unparalleled. He himself was not as good as Li Hanyi, but the disciples he trained were extremely talented, so he was naturally worthy of happiness.
"That's right." Song Yan returned to send Qi to Wushuang. At this time, his complexion was already better. Suddenly, as if he thought of something, he looked at Mo Changsheng and asked, "What was the name of that sword you just struck?"
"That sword?" Mo Changsheng was worried again. He just hit the sword casually. Why do these swordsmen have to ask for their names?
"Call——Sword...One!"
Mo Changsheng hesitated, but soon he seemed to suddenly realize that the last word "一" pronounced was decisive.