The Half-Moon Heavy Halberd was sacrificed by Mo Wuji, and it also curled up with light.
If Dao Feng's sword light was like fallen leaves scattering all over the sky, then Mo Wuji's halberd light was like the sand and stones rolled up by the strong wind.
The fallen leaves bring sadness to the late autumn, and the sand and stones roll up the thick desert.
Neither of them has extended their domain. This is not a battle, this is a duel between the magical powers of the sword and the magical power of the halberd.
"Boom!" The fallen leaves and the desert collided together, rolling up blades all over the sky. This space was filled with murderous intent. The fallen leaves all over the sky were torn into smaller blades, and the desert all over the ground was also blasted away.
Pieces of awns exploded.
Dao Feng's eyes became brighter and brighter. This was the magical power he wanted. His magical power lacked the grandeur and richness. When it was displayed, it always had an edge of sadness and sadness, just like a winger. And Mo Wuji's halberd
The blade touched the ground, which was the kind of thickness and vastness he needed.
Maybe today he will gain what he lacks most.
At this moment, even the monks on the outermost perimeter could feel the biting killing aura and retreated one after another.
Dao Feng was even more excited. The exploding halberd light had torn his clothes and skin into several cracks. As if he had disappeared, he stepped forward again and drew the long knife in his hand upwards from the inside out.
"The shadow of the cross sword falls in the sad autumn..." The sword's intention was even more sad, with a sword intention that would make the world cry, it struck with the cross.
A cross knife mark is formed from bottom to top, dividing the space into four petals.
The space is as if it has been scratched, filled with a sense of sadness. If the first cut with the knife is just the autumn leaves, the second cut is the entire sad autumn.
Under the sword intent that tears apart the space, everything will turn into an illusion, and everything will be torn apart by the sword intent. This sword intent carries mercy, and will show no mercy wherever it cuts.
Sure enough, he formed his own sword path. The heavy halberd in Mo Wuji's hand also curled up, and the vast desert disappeared.
The first time his halberd glow went from bottom to top, this time his halberd glow came from top to bottom. When the halberd fell, it was no longer a halberd glow, but a long silver river.
The long river poured down, swallowing up the sad autumn cross.
"Boom, boom, boom!" The two divine passages collided together, and the space once again exploded across the sky. The sword light collapsed, and the halberd shadow split.
The sadness and desolation of late autumn are swallowed up, leaving only a kind of weight and vastness.
"Crack!" Dao Feng's hand bones were exploded by the powerful counterattack force of the halberd shadow, but he stared blankly at the halberd shadow that was like a long river. The halberd shadow swallowed up his magical power.
The sad autumn turned into a Milky Way.
Just like the first sword magic power, he also lost with the second sword magic power, and the loss was not on the same level.
Qing Ruoyue's eyes lit up as she watched the battle from a distance, and the shadow of the previously sealed knife was drawn. She even wanted to cry for this knife. For such a terrifying knife, what else could she do besides giving her own blood for it?
She couldn't figure out what method Mo Wuji had to break through this knife. Maybe Mo Wuji could escape.
But when Mo Wuji's long river fell, she realized that she was wrong. Compared with the sad cross-knife shadow of paranoid autumn, Mo Wuji's long river was even more vast and heavy.
Perhaps, this is the real Tao, whether it is the Tao of the sword, the Tao of the halberd, or the Tao of the sword.
Dao Feng could have escaped by being embarrassed or injured, but he did not escape. He just watched the long river pouring down. If he died under such magical power, it was his fate. He sighed a little, at least
I haven't had time to understand this magical power carefully recently.
"Crack!" The immortal essence in the air suddenly solidified and made bursts of clicking sounds, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of Mo Wuji's mouth.
His half-moon heavy halberd stopped in the air, and he was speechless. This Dao Feng was really an unreasonable guy. Although his halberd Changhe was powerful, it was not capable of killing Dao Feng. But this guy wanted to
Feeling the halberd, I didn't even have to use any means to avoid it. Instead, I just waited for the halberd to fall.
He didn't want to kill Dao Feng, so he could only stop his long river. Fighting with a great Luo Immortal, but in the end he was not hurt by his opponent, but hurt himself. This kind of thing is more than a depressing thing.
"What a good halberd." Dao Feng couldn't help but praise when he saw Mo Wuji stop his halberd. Instead of thanking Mo Wuji for sparing his life, he praised Mo Wuji's halberd for being good.
Mo Wuji put away the Half-Moon Heavy Halberd and said calmly, "If you want to die, don't mess with me. I've already had enough trouble."
Daofeng seemed not to know that Mo Wuji was talking about him, and still asked, "I heard that you have a third sword... Oh, it's the third sword's magical power. Why don't you show it?"
What could Mo Wuji say when he met such a person? He could only say angrily, "I have no enmity with you, and I don't want to kill you yet."
Mo Wuji is really not bragging, even though Dao Feng is much stronger than Ni Ju. Mo Wuji's current strength is much stronger than when he fought with Ni Ju? If the third halberd Sunset Dao Feng still doesn't hide,
He was afraid that he could not control the halberd to stop midway.
Hearing Mo Wuji's words, Dao Feng showed a trace of disappointment on his face. Then he asked eagerly again, "Brother Mo, why is it that my sword path in front of your halberd path is like a small stream meeting a big river?"
Mo Wuji's understanding of this kind of theoretical thing is really more powerful than Dao Feng's by more than one level. His techniques are all self-created, and the magical powers he creates are naturally not comparable to Dao Feng's.
Mo Wuji did not hide his request for Dao Feng's advice, "Because your sword technique only has the intention of the sword, but lacks the power of the sword. A magical power that only has intention but no power may be very strong sometimes, but it will never become a true top power."
Supernatural power. You have seen the sadness of autumn, but not the harvest of autumn, the beauty of autumn, and the majesty of autumn. What you have seen is a corner of autumn, so your sword intention is only a corner, missing a corner.
Build momentum."
Dao Feng's eyes widened as if he was enlightened. How could he have thought of this before? If he could think of this, his sword magic would definitely be several levels higher than it is now.
"Thank you for the advice, Brother Mo." Daofeng held his fists respectfully, and then said seriously, "The reason why I didn't avoid Brother Mo's second magical power before was because I like that halberd. Even if I die on that halberd,
Even under the halberd, I am satisfied. I believe that in the future I may be able to see many magical powers that are stronger than your halberd, but I will definitely not be able to see the magical powers that make my heart beat as much as your halberd."
Mo Wuji shook his head, he couldn't understand this idea.
Dao Feng seemed to know what Mo Wuji meant, and said again, "What's more, I will only be severely injured at most, and then I will recover in seclusion for hundreds of years, and I may not die. As Brother Mo said before, the way of sword is both the way of halberd and the way of gun.
The way of the sword is all the ways of killing. I can only understand that way by trying the sword with my own body..."
"He's talking nonsense!" A sudden voice interrupted Dao Feng's words.
A man of medium height, wearing linen clothes and hemp shoes, and carrying a long sword strolled over.
Everyone's eyes fell on this man. His appearance was as ordinary as his figure and clothes, his face was a little sallow, the sword on his back was unsheathed, and his whole person was filled with a bloody and murderous aura.
Dao Feng frowned slightly, but before he could ask, the man in sackcloth said calmly, "Any way is unique. The way of sword is the way of sword, and the way of sword is the way of sword. How can they be the same?"
"Who are you?" Dao Feng asked in a deep voice. He was dedicated to the art of swordsmanship. What Mo Wuji said was easy to understand and coincided with the art of swordsmanship he had proven. It only expanded his horizons. This one in front of him was simple and easy to understand.
The words of the man in sackcloth were hazy, but they were based on his previous understanding, which made him somewhat confused.
"Great Sword Dao Huangsha." The man in sackcloth walked to a place three feet away from Mo Wuji and stopped. When he was answering Dao Feng's words, it was Mo Wuji who he looked at.
Mo Wuji said calmly, "Are you here to avenge your master's sword?"
After asking the question, Mo Wuji didn't wait for Huang Sha's answer. He looked at Dao Feng and said, "Brother Dao, this person is better at showing off than you. If you also wear a set of linen clothes and shoes like this, your level will go up a few levels."
Your yellow... clothes are really not very good, I suggest you go back and learn from this guy who knows how to pretend."
Dao Feng didn't know what pretense was. When he heard that it was Mo Wuji's suggestion, he nodded cautiously, "Brother Mo said, I will definitely correct myself when I go back."
For him, everything else is secondary, and the way of the sword is the first priority. The reason why he is wearing yellow clothes is because there are yellow clothes among the clothes he bought casually, and he has no choice at all. Every sentence Mo Wuji said before
It all makes sense, and it's not secretive. He believes it's not nonsense. Any slight change will have an impact on his magical power, and he agrees with this.
Huang Sha didn't care about Mo Wuji's attitude at all and replied calmly, "You are right or wrong. You are right because I am indeed here to avenge my master. You are wrong because I have one more thing to do temporarily. Then
I just want to show you what is the way of swordsmanship, and don’t put all the rubbish ways together with swordsmanship. The way of swordsmanship is the right way, and there is no other way in the world that can be better than it."
"Hahahaha! Grandpa is laughing so hard." Another voice came, followed by a taller man walking over. Before the other person came in front of him, laughter came first, and when he got closer, it became even louder.
He pointed at Huang Sha and said with a smile, "Huang Sha, you really speak your mind about the great swordsmanship. You are an immortal, but you actually challenge a Lian Immortal King. No, Alchemist Mo shouldn't even be a Daluo Immortal now, right?"
You, an immortal, actually challenge a great immortal, you are really shameless."
The most eye-catching thing is that he has a pair of purple eyes.
"I'm not here to challenge him, I'm here to kill him." After Huang Sha finished speaking, the sheathless sword fell into his palm. Then he didn't even look at the laughing purple-eyed man, and slowly