Likewise, even though it has turned into a real form, it is ultimately just the sword intention of Thirteen Hatreds.
The young master in green clothes couldn't help but be secretly surprised when he saw this scene. Without thinking too much about the current situation, he used the Thirteen Hatreds as a ladder to heaven, stepped on each sword step by step, and rushed high into the sky. The famous swords transformed by the thirteen sword energies,
Every time the young master in green clothes steps on his sword, he automatically flies to the highest point. In this cycle, the ladder turned into thirteen hatreds has no end.
Ying Ruge never noticed that the sword intent that destroyed the Thirteen Hatreds today was extremely easy. Naturally, he didn't know that the Thirteen Hatreds that he collected after destroying all the famous swords in the world were flying towards him from three hundred miles away.
Come. And the disaster caused by these thirteen spiritual swords will also lead to an uncontrollable outcome because he forcibly destroyed the sword intention of the thirteen hatreds this time.
Mo Ming gradually woke up. Although he was no longer capable of fighting, he felt a little relieved when he saw the handsome young master in Qingyi and Ying Ruge joining forces and cooperating seamlessly. He could not help frowning at Linghu Changkong.
Looking at Qu'er again, he was struggling to parry one-on-one with the white-feathered phoenix. Suddenly, a black dragon jumped out, and a dragon and phoenix flew together. It was difficult to hold on, and the disadvantage of the lower peak was gradually revealed.
"Indra the Eagle Peak Wisdom Sword!"
Ying Ruge couldn't help but open her eyes a little when she saw the handsome young master in Qingyi hand out his sword. But this subtle movement was caught by Mo Ming, who was sitting slumped aside.
The folding fan was filled with the life-long cultivation of the handsome young master in green. When he used this move, he no longer had the Buddha's light filling the sky like the one that the long-haired old monk destroyed in Hanshan Temple. This sword actually made heaven and earth unified, and all things were one.
Its power can be felt in all directions.
The black dragon, white phoenix, and Qu'er no longer wanted to fight and all gave way.
Mo Ming couldn't help but be shocked, why was the little guy Xiu like this?
Ying Ruge urged thirteen more sword energies to build a ladder to the sky, and made the handsome young master in green clothes descend slowly.
But he saw the black dragon hovering in the distant sky, and then the strong wind howled and crashed into Mo Ming.
But I heard a sharp shout in the air: "You monster, don't stop!"
The black dragon showed no fear, but saw dark clouds in the sky and thunder rolling from the sky. A white shadow flew out from Ying Ruge's body. This person was also transformed by the white air. His long hair was disheveled and his clothes were elegant and unrestrained.
I saw him riding the wind, flying past the handsome young master in green clothes, taking one of the thirteen swords which was slightly shorter, and then holding the sword and flying towards the black dragon.
The dragon is pitch black and the swordsman is pure white. They look like a painting between heaven and earth. A brave man fights the dragon!
"Sanqing!"
Ying Ruge couldn't help but spit out two words, and the young master in Qingyi heard it clearly. Then he looked at the swordsman transformed by white energy, and thought about the swordsman related to the sword-destroying master, and he understood eighty-nine points. Thinking about it, this white energy transformed into
The swordsman in question is Liu Sanqing, once the best swordsman in the world.
Heroes of Yu Mo Sang's generation used to drink and chat and laugh about the world's talented young people, but Liu Sanqing was impeccable. So much so that when Mo Sang met Linghu Changkong, even though he affirmed the junior's similar cultivation level,
I still don’t understand how Liu Sanqing was defeated, or even why Liu Sanqing, who was holding a skinny horse, died.
"Who are you? How dare you interfere with me!" Black Dragon spoke, his voice was like a loud bell, and he felt that the voices were gathering from all directions.
The corners of the white-clothed swordsman's mouth were slightly raised. He held the sword in his right hand and slowly stroked the blade with the slender fingers of his left hand, like an old friend who had not seen each other for many years. Then, the curvature of his pure white eyes with no black spots changed slightly, and his heroic eyebrows were slightly raised, showing anger.
, for killing!
"I am Liu Sanqing, a disciple of the Kong Zi generation of the Tianxia Sword Sect. I am a monster. Why don't you retreat quickly!"
The sword sect of the world?
As soon as the four words came out, Mo Ming, Ying Ruge and the handsome young master in Qingyi were even more shocked than Heilong. How could Sanlang Liujia be a member of the Tianxia Sword Sect at his age?
What's the point of using the word "empty generation"?
However, as soon as the words were spoken, the black dragon stopped its offensive and hovered in the air several times to stabilize its body. The black dragon's head was balanced in a straight line with Liu Sanqing, its eyes shining with white light stared straight at Liu Sanqing, and its body kept swinging like a spiritual snake.
"Why do the immortals of the Kongzi generation protect their shortcomings and help the damn Mo family!"
Press and threaten!
Liu Sanqing never lowered his head to look at the people on the ground. The handsome young man in green also followed the flying sword turned by the sword energy and fell back to Ying Ruge's side. The two of them looked up and paid attention to the situation of one man and one dragon. Their Gong Yuan was fully improved.
Dare to relax.
"Brother Changkong, do you also know the art of controlling souls?"
Ying Ruge looked sideways, not knowing how to answer the question about the handsome young master in green clothes, so she simply continued to stare.
"The ancestors of the Mohist family who trapped you in Motan for nearly a thousand years have long since emerged, why bother bothering the descendants!"
"It's impossible. Mo Tianshu, a scourge like Mo Tianshu, who has survived for thousands of years, must still be secretly in contact with the Mo family. I can only live up to my master's past kindness by destroying the Mo family, luring him out and taking revenge!"
"Every wrongdoer has his own debtor, and the evil dragon is still awake!"
The black dragon roared like a mad dog back and forth in the air. The roar of the dragon was like thunder from the sky, and the world roared. Immediately, there was another strange phenomenon in the sky and the earth. Dark clouds gathered just above the Mohist Tianshui Villa, not more than an inch of land, not less than a minute of sky.
There were bright lightnings in the dark clouds, and the sky thunder sounded muffled. It seemed that the next moment, the thunder would descend on the demons and wipe out the Mohists from the Daye Dynasty.
I saw the thunder cloud that Liu Sanqing had turned into before. The moment he swung his sword, a purple thunder cloud fell down and hit the black dragon's forehead and heart dragon ball.
"Purple python wind and thunder!" Mo Ming, Ying Ruge and the handsome young master in Qingyi couldn't help but say the same thing. After finishing their words, Mo Ming and the handsome young master in Qingyi looked at Yingruge.
I thought to myself, this Linghu Changkong is not of the highest level since ancient times, how can he understand the Purple Python Feng Tianlei? Even if he has heard of it, how can he have seen it, let alone recognize it?
In his panic, Mo Ming forgot, how could Liu Sanqing summon the thunder of heavenly calamity with human power?
Ying Ruge observed that although this thunder was indeed similar to the Purple Python Wind and Sky Thunder, he was certain that it was not the Purple Python Wind and Sky Thunder. Not to mention the power and power of the sky, the shape alone was slightly different. The Purple Python Wind and Sky Thunder was shaped like a python,
It is more like a dragon. The one Liu Sanqing caused the thunder to fall from the sky is completely like a snake, without snake scales, and the snake's head is also blurry.
Or it can also be said that a wood carving was carved into a dragon by a master craftsman with thirty years of craftsmanship, while a teenage boy just used a knife to carve the shape of a snake.
Let's talk about the Purple Python Wind and Heavenly Thunder, which was attacking the Black Dragon Pearl. The Black Dragon couldn't dodge and was hit directly on the head.
With a wailing cry, the body fell.
The dragon king's domineering power has not yet been revealed, but it has already broken. The layers of dark clouds that gathered over Tianshui Villa also dispersed in an instant. The sun fell again in the sky, and it was extremely clear. The black dragon was struck by thunder and its form was scattered, turning into a black air and jumping into the clear air again.
The blue wave pool stirred up ripples, and soon there was no trace left.
Liu Sanqing, Qu'er, and the white-feathered phoenix seemed to stand on three legs, each occupying a piece of the sky. The white-feathered phoenix also returned to its original shape, with the sun shining down and its appearance so handsome and noble that people couldn't help but be fascinated. How could there be anything between heaven and earth?
Such a beautiful and dazzling beast. The sun shines on the white feathers, and the feathers emit colorful light.
A long cry sounded like a black dragon wailing, but also angry.
Qu'er's appearance originally seemed to be full of divine power, but now in comparison, she looks like a phoenix or a pheasant, which is very embarrassing.
Qu'er was not convinced, and let out a long cry. She flapped her wings and sent out nine flying balls of fire, attacking the white-feathered phoenix.
But they saw Liu Sanqing turning into white smoke and swimming around, then taking shape again, standing in front of the white-feathered phoenix. With one sword strike, the half-moon sword light split nine fireballs. Qu'er even neighed in anger, and looked down at Yingru.
Song, with anger in his eyes. Hearing the neighing again, a gaping hole opened in the sky, and the stubborn little turkey flew back to the gaping hole in the sky and left.
Or, consider it a flying bird.
Liu Sanqing turned around and looked at the white-feathered phoenix, but with a wave of his right hand, the thin horse in his hand turned into white smoke and disappeared. Looking at Liu Sanqing again, he knelt on one knee in the air, cupped his fists with his hands, and lowered his head slightly, listening to him:
"Liu Sanqing, a disciple of the Tianxia Sword Sect and Kong Zi generation, has met the White Phoenix Master Bai Hu!"
The white-feathered phoenix's colorful divine light was even brighter. It flapped its wings in the air and stared closely at Liu Sanqing.
When she spoke, her voice was like that of a mature woman, gentle and charming, and her single words were actually intoxicating and making people think.
"Why do the members of the Tianxia Sword Sect interfere with my rebirth plan?"
"The Lord White Phoenix is immortal and will be reborn in three hundred years. Why bother a mortal ant?"
"Three hundred years is too long."
"If Lord White Phoenix does not give up, I am willing to use the soul of the dead as a guide to help Lord White Phoenix return."
The white-feathered phoenix neighed again, like a mortal laughing, with a hint of ridicule in her laughter. She said: "The immortal genius gave up his path to immortality and became a ghost slave. Now, could it be that he disobeyed his master's orders and was willing to become the guide for my resurrection medicine?"
"It only takes a few hundred years for a mortal to become an immortal. A life that rushes for a hundred years is already boring, and a few hundred more years is just a torment."
"For my medicine, you will sleep forever and never enter reincarnation. Is it your wish?"
"Junior understands. I can only ask Lord Bai Feng to give me another three years."
"for what?"
"Severing ties of gratitude."
Before the deal between White Feather Phoenix and Liu Sanqing came to an end, he saw a black sword energy attacking White Feather Phoenix. The black energy gradually transformed into a shape like a master's ruler. It was the Mohist swordsmanship and master's order.
The white-feathered phoenix was already weak, so the sword was caught off guard, and it hit the center of the body, letting out a wail.
"Shameless boy, you will definitely have to repay this grudge!"
After saying these harsh words, the white-feathered phoenix flapped its wings and flew into the distant sky.
Liu Sanqing turned around angrily and saw Mo Ming holding the Mo Yu Sword. He immediately became more angry. He turned into a thin horse again in his hand and fell rapidly in the wind, preparing to fight to the death with Mo Ming.
Mo Ming held out his sword, which was his last strength, and it was impossible to move a step. Young Master Qingyi saw that the young village master was in danger, so he waved his fan and fired out more than ten sword energy. Liu Sanqing swung his sword in succession, slashing down one after another. But he was careless.
The eight sword energies dispersed on their own and stopped in all directions, forming an innate infinite formation, trapping Liu Sanqing, who was already a dead soul.
"Sanqing, come back!"
Ying Ruge didn't want Liu Sanqing to be harmed, so she formed a seal with her hands and turned Liu Sanqing into white smoke and inhaled it into her body. Only then did the rioting Liu Sanqing return to her body.
He vomited out a drop of black blood. His strength lost a bit, and he knelt on the ground on one knee, gasping for air.
"Young Master..."
"The Mo family is uneasy!"
The handsome young man in green clothes could not refute, so he clenched his fists and sighed helplessly. Ying Ruge stared at Mo Ming without any emotion, and indeed for a moment he revealed his hatred and murderous intent.
If the person who takes action at this moment is Mo Sang, what a person he is. He has been in the world for thirty years. How can subtle changes slip through the net? But the person who takes action today is Mo Ming!
Mo Ming bowed to Ying Ruge and said: "This time the Mo family suffered a sudden disaster. Fortunately, Brother Changkong came to help. I would like to express my gratitude."
Linghu Changkong suppressed his anger, pretended to be a arrogant man, and returned the greeting with cupped fists. His tone became softer for a moment, and he said in a low voice: "The young master is too polite. Considering his age, I am afraid that the young master should be my elder brother."
Mo Ming couldn't help but was surprised. It was said that Linghu Changkong was from Asai. Although the Asai people were not as smooth and gentle as the Daye people, if Linghu Changkong was younger than herself, then he was really jianghu years old.
The moon makes people grow old.
"Mo Ming was born on June 15th. I don't know what year Linghu Shaoxia was born."
The voice came, and Princess Lincheng, whose years had passed but still remained charming, walked slowly, accompanied by Mo Ming's wife Yin Li. A few steps behind the two of them, a weather-beaten old man could be seen holding a cane.
,Followed by.
Mo Ming was slightly startled, and Ying Ruge also moved her eyelids slightly, but her tone did not change, and she replied: "Boss, the reckless man, was born in the year of Xinwei, two months younger than the young master, August 16th."
Princess Lincheng couldn't help but clapped her hands gently and said with a smile: "Good year, the Mid-Autumn Festival is celebrated on August 15th in Lincheng on August 16th. Young Master Linghu, I have an idea, do you want to share it?"
Ying Ruge frowned slightly, said nothing, and could only nod slightly.
Mo Ming staggered up and patted the dust on his body. Even though his clothes were tattered, he still looked heroic and had the demeanor of a Confucian and a chivalrous man.
Then his mother continued: "My Mohist family has been based in Daye for eight hundred years. For eight hundred years, it has been passed down by a single line without any brothers and sisters to protect us. Young Master Linghu heard that he was alone, so he would like to treat me as his mother and marry Ming'er.
We are brothers with different surnames. From then on, your reputation as the Sword-Destroying Master has spread throughout the world. The Green Forest Court, considering you as the young master of my Mo family, must be courteous and respectful."
Ying Ruge shook her head without thinking.
Not to mention that Princess Lincheng's eyes widened, Mo Ming also looked shocked, only the old man behind the princess stroked his beard and smiled.
The Mo family and the Mo family's Tianshui Villa are not one of the best in the world of martial arts, but because of their specialness, no one disrespects them. The ancestors of the founding fathers are one, and the in-laws of the Jinling King are two, and the sword wielder has few opponents in the world.
.As the young master of the Mohist village, he can be free and easy as a knight in the martial arts world, and he is courteous to officials in the court.
Linghu Changkong, why didn't he think about it and just shook his head and refused?
Ying Ruge opened her mouth and listened to his explanation, saying: "Although Linghu Changkong is from Asai, Asai is not as good as Daye. Father and son have a complete set of rules and ethics. Although Linghu Changkong does not know who his biological father is, he has an adopted father.
Although the immortal has passed away, it is difficult to fulfill his filial piety. If Linghu Changkong today, for the sake of his own glory, continues to recognize the owner of Mozhuang as his father and his wife as his mother, he is afraid that he will offend the spirit of his righteous father and stepmother in heaven, and he will not be able to sit calmly in front of the grave during the memorial day, burn incense and drink wine.
, which is extremely unfilial."
After talking, the Mo family mother and son were shocked.
There are many hot-blooded and reckless people in Asai, but Linghu Changkong is so understanding of etiquette and filial piety, I can't help but admire him with admiration.
Princess Lincheng also secretly admired in her heart that children can be taught. If such talents were possessed by the Mo family, they would be a great help to Mo Ming before her own catastrophe could be accomplished.
Just as the princess was thinking about how to bring Linghu Changkong under her command, and at the same time, she was constantly thinking about his background and origins based on the limited information about Linghu Changkong, when she heard Ying Ruge speak again.
"The reckless man admires Master Mo as a man, and there is no one in the world who does not praise him for his virtues and his righteousness. The young master of the village is a talented young man, and among the people of my generation on the Qingfeng list, except for Leng Buyu, the sword master of Muhan Tower, there are only
The young village master and the swordsman in blue shirt who has never shown up are ranked eleventh. Linghu Changkong has long wanted to be friends. If his wife and the young village master do not abandon Linghu Changkong, a wild man in the village, Linghu Changkong Wang and the young village master will
We are married to Anda, and Linghu Changkong is willing to protect the peace of the world for his brother. He is also willing to fulfill his filial piety to the owner of Mo Village and his wife with courtesy."
When the princess heard this, she was overjoyed and looked up to the sky and laughed three times. This time, not only did Ying Ruge marvel, but Mo Ming also frowned slightly. For more than twenty years, she didn't know that her mother's inner strength was so strong that it caused all the wild birds and beasts to flee in panic.
Suddenly, the birds started chirping in alarm, and the animals ran around in a panic, causing the woods to rustle and commotion.
"Very good!"
The princess did not speak, but the old man spoke cheerfully.
Just as Mrs. Tianshui Villa, the princess of Lincheng County, was about to ask Linghu Changkong who his adoptive father was, whether anyone else in the family was alive, and so on.
Just listen to the sound of piercing the sky, one, two, three, four, a total of twelve piercing sounds. From far in the sky, twelve swords with the same scabbard but different swords flew up.
Mo Ming and Master Jun in Qingyi are both good swordsmen, and they also realize that each sword has unparalleled sword energy and is a supreme treasure. They also thought about the rumors of the master who destroyed the sword, then looked at the twelve flying swords, and then looked at the order.
Hu Changkong couldn't help but admire, he really found a treasure.
Twelve swords were suspended four to five feet above the three people, swinging up and down. Each sword emitted sword light of different colors, making the world colorful, as if a god was about to fall into the dust.
The next moment, the twelve swords fell to the ground in an instant. The scabbards could no longer wrap the unparalleled sword power, and they shattered immediately. The twelve famous swords were exposed in full. They ignored the landing point and it was dust, a bluestone slab, or a mountain wall. It penetrated four quarters.
Like twelve iron pillars, they are stable and there is no unnecessary movement.
Ying Ruge looked around and realized, she couldn't help but curse in her heart, you damn old man, you are still restless at your age.
The person he was secretly cursing in his heart was naturally Bai Wuchang, the swordsman who was a generation above Mo Sang.
But I was happy to see that the Impermanent Sword was no longer there. I thought the elder had agreed to the request.
Mo Ming also looked around, carefully looking at each sword. He saw the sword three inches away from Linghu Changkong's left foot and recognized it.
This sword is a bit shorter than the other eleven, which may have been intentional by the craftsmen. This sword is naturally the sword in the hands of Liu Sanqing, the white-clothed swordsman who destroyed the black dragon in Bibo Pond with a thunderstorm.
The name is like a thin horse.
As for the princess, when he saw the sword that was three inches to the right of Linghu Changkong's foot, which was faintly exuding the spirit of Taoism, he was like a thunderbolt from the blue.
I also immediately understood what Linghu was and why it was so long in the sky!