Chapter two hundred and fifty seventh: kill two people in a row
This voice came from nowhere, like Hong Lu, and the echo disappeared for a long time.
Mo Chu frowned, no wonder so many people died here. It turned out that those who failed to take his sword were all killed by the sudden sword. Speaking of which, the sword light was too fierce and too strong.
It was tricky, too sudden, and hard to guard against. Mo Chu slashed with all his strength, but could not block the sword light.
A deep feeling of powerlessness arose in my heart, like an ant facing a giant mountain. This place has existed for hundreds of thousands of years, and the sword intent in it must have been lost, and the loss was not small. It is hard to imagine that cutting out these three
Just how strong is the person with the sword mark? After hundreds of thousands of years,
After a long time, there is still such power. A sword light seriously injured Mo Chu. It is shocking. If word spreads, except for a few people, it will be difficult for the rest of the people to believe it. After all, people who know the existence of heaven in the world can't believe it.
There are only a few, and those who know the secret are even rarer.
"How to break through!" Mo Chu murmured, looking up at the three sword marks, his eyes full of doubt.
These three sword marks have lost their previous power, and their momentum has become invisible. If someone steps on the sword intention in the three sword marks nearby, they will take the initiative to attack, which is considered a test.
Regardless of whether you are good at swordsmanship or not, regardless of your level of swordsmanship, you will be treated equally. You must understand the art of swordsmanship before you take the next sword. If you cannot understand it...
Mo Chu looked at the white powder on the ground next to him, his eyes full of fear.
After saying that, he slowly immersed his martial sense into the three sword marks.
As Mo Chu's martial consciousness probed like sword marks, boundless sword intent surged in crazily, wrapping his martial consciousness.
hiss....
Mo Chu suddenly took in a breath of cold air and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
The power of this sword intention was too powerful. Although Mo Chu could feel that the sword intention was trying its best to restrain its power, he was still injured by it.
But Mo Chu could no longer retreat, so he could only hold his breath and concentrate, quietly realizing that Mo Chu knew that it would be impossible to get out if he didn't break through to the Sword Emperor realm today. If he wanted to force his way out, Mo Chu felt an extremely cold feeling in the back of his head.
Aura, as long as Mo Chu dares to take a step back, that thing will kill him in an instant.
Mo Chu suddenly wanted to cry without tears, and cursed in his mind, why did he stop at this place? At this moment, Mo Chu firmly believed in the saying that curiosity killed the cat, and even thought that the saying was definitely made by a certain sage after suffering a disaster.
It was written out of emotion, otherwise it would not have been able to point directly to people's hearts.
Mo Chu took back his thoughts and felt
Feel the sword intent.
At first, Mo Chu was still a little confused. He always felt that it was no different from his own sword intention. He even felt that his own sword intention was more mysterious than this sword intention. But as time went by, Mo Chu gradually felt
There is an indescribable charm inside.
I feel that sometimes the sword intention is not the sword intention, but flowing water. Sometimes the sword intention is the sword intention again, like a ferocious beast or a blazing fire. The two overlapping meanings.
"It's so mysterious!"
Mo Chu then realized that he had no concept of time and only the sword intention was in his heart.
"The sword is the master of short-term weapons and a weapon of close combat..." Mo Chu slowly spoke, his heart was extremely clear, but he still couldn't understand it. He only felt that there was an unspeakable opportunity in it, so he stretched out his hand to touch it.
, yet extremely far away.
"Everything comes from the word "enlightenment"!" Mo Chu murmured, his mind becoming even calmer.
Suddenly, the scene in Mo Chu's eyes changed drastically.
Clang....
The sound of a sword resounded, and then a man in white clothes appeared. His face was unclear and he was wearing white clothes like snow. He was holding a snow-white long sword. The sword body was simple and it was unknown what era it existed.
The man stood quietly there, his body so majestic that it seemed like it could crush the sky.
Then, the man glanced at Mo Chu, as if he saw Mo Chu here across all eternity of time and space, and nodded slightly.
Then, he started to swing the long sword in his hand. The moves in his hand were not complicated, just the most basic sword skills: stab, split, point, tease, pick, collapse, intercept, cut, cut, cloud, hang, frame, and press. The thirteen moves are very
Normally, even non-monks can perform the thirteen poses.
But those ordinary thirteen moves seemed to have become a supreme killing technique in the hands of that man. Every sword he handed out was full of Tao charm, and every sword he slashed was full of supreme power. That sword was not ordinary.
One sword seems to be the unity of thousands of sword skills, and one sword is full of countless changes. It is really mysterious.
Mo Chu looked at the man dancing the sword, and he was actually obsessed with it. His body was immersed in the changes of each move, immersed in the sword with thousands of skills, immersed in the mystery of the sword with thousands of techniques.
Extricate yourself.
Mo Chu looked at it and seemed to touch something. He stretched out his hand to grab it, but found something empty again.
"The way of swordsmanship is also the way of the mind, and practicing the sword is also the way of cultivating the mind." Mo Chu said to himself.
"I understand...
"Mo Chu watched the sword dance and finally understood the shortcomings of his swordsmanship. What he lacked was a trace of state of mind. The emperor is the invincible. With one sword, I am invincible. If I use the sword, I will be invincible.
"That's it!" The corners of Mo Chu's mouth curled up slightly, and he became more focused.
Uh-huh....
At this moment, two divine rainbows fell outside the cave. Both of them were young, wearing black robes, and their eyes were extremely dark. Looking at those eyes would make you feel cold all over your body, which was intimidating.
"Are you sure this is where it is?" One of them looked at the other, his voice was extremely hoarse, and hearing that voice made him feel that his time was running out.
"I'm sure, I watched him walk into the cave with my own eyes!" The man looked at the cave gloomily.
"But what's going on with these corpses outside?"
"Maybe he was killed by him. He happened to walk into the cave when I came here. I didn't see it specifically!"
"Well, why don't we two go in and take a look together?"
"This kid is too weird, I'm afraid..."
"Both of us are half-stepping through the void, why are we afraid of what he will do?"
The man nodded slowly, walked around the corpses, and walked towards the cave.
At the same time, Mo Chu's breakthrough in swordsmanship has reached the final moment. He has realized the true meaning of the Sword Emperor realm. The Emperor is invincible. This realm is to find his own path to invincibility, condense his invincible Taoist heart, and have a sword.
It's invincible.
While speaking, many golden sword intentions suddenly appeared around Mo Chu, like dragons flying around him. The golden color was like the essence extracted from the blazing sun. Every ray of sword intention was contaminated with the true meaning and contained the power of heaven and earth.
, then the sword intent around Mo Chu's body turned into a roiling auspicious beast, sometimes turning into a surging golden mist, with a golden dragon entrenched above his head, and he slowly opened his eyes.
Mo Chu sat cross-legged quietly. The three sword marks in front of him became lighter and lighter, and then turned into fly ash. Time disappeared, and only the three simple characters "Wudao Mansion" remained.
In an instant, the golden light converged and the giant dragon dissipated. Mo Chu slowly opened his eyes, with a trace of golden light appearing in his eyes, as if there were thousands of flying swords flying in his eyes.
"That's it!" Mo Chu chuckled, feeling happy, and bowed slightly in front of him.
"He can't run!" At this time, a hoarse voice came, followed by slight footsteps.