Chapter 254: The Sword Gentleman's Weapon

The weather in the Lingyan Realm is changeable, and rain is a common phenomenon here.

But today is a little different, a storm that destroys the world and wants to destroy everything.

The rumbling thunder was like blowing a hole in the sky.

The rain poured down directly from the sky.

"You say, if this continues, will it collapse this place? ”

After all, it is a cultivator city, and although it doesn't look different, it must be a little different. ”

The Lingyan Realm is a world of cultivators, and there are no martial artists who dare to come here.

Everything in the Alliance of Cultivators is piled up bit by bit by cultivators.

The storm continued to converge, and the black clouds pressed down low, and it seemed that they did not want to give up until they destroyed the place.

A man came to the inn, wearing a hat and carrying a long sword.

Wu Yan leaned into his ear and said softly, "Be careful, this person is a sword cultivator." ”

This made Mo Yao confused, and he was puzzled: "Cultivators, don't they all use swords?"

The sword, the weapon of a gentleman. Unlike knives and guns, this is not purely for killing.

When it comes to the cultivation realm, flying flowers and picking leaves can hurt people and become a divine weapon.

What kind of weapons to use, for them is no longer a necessary thing.

Even if you don't have a sword in your hand, you still have a sword in your heart, and you can release your sword qi to hurt people at any time.

Weapons are no longer a killing weapon, but a tool.

The flying of the sword is reasonable, but stepping on a gun, it is not good.

All in all, the cultivator's choice is basically the sword, as his companion.

A flying sword is a tool, not a purely murderous weapon.

Wu Yan shook her head and said, "This is different, we belong to Dao cultivation, and sword cultivation is another way of cultivation. ”

The man had just come out of the rain, and his body was covered with droplets, and his hat was falling into the water.

This is also an abnormal phenomenon for cultivators. First of all, this will not be true, the cultivator can control the things around him, he can completely keep the rain out of his body, and he doesn't need to wear those things.

No matter how heavy the rain fell outside, even if the sky fell, it would be difficult to hurt the cultivators in the slightest.

The power of nature, though terrifying, is not very condensed within the unit, and a tsunami can destroy a city, but not a piece of steel.

"Guest, what do you need?"

The inn's shopkeeper is also a cultivator, but he is only a cultivator, and he is a rookie cultivator.

To put it in the name of a novice, it may be more appropriate.

"The room, the hot water, the wine, the meat. ”

Jian Xiu said briefly to the extreme. It seems that saying one more word is a heinous crime.

Mo Yao was standing on the second floor at this time, he couldn't see the sword face, but occasionally showed a little side, his skin was very pale, like a dead man who had just crawled out of a grave.

Mo Yao was slightly stunned, and said in a low voice: "Sword cultivation, is it all like this?"

Wu Yan also lowered his voice to a very low voice and said: "This is not it! Sword cultivation is a general outline, and like Dao cultivation, Fa cultivation, and good cultivation, there are also many paths in sword cultivation, this is just his own cultivation method, and it is really a little weird." ”

As they spoke, Jian Xiu also walked up to the second floor and entered a room.

Until the end, Mo Yao couldn't see his appearance clearly, but the aura on his body always felt a little crazy.

It's better to stay away from him...... Mo Yao is not a person who likes to find trouble. Second Chinese Network

Even so, the trouble came to him specifically, and there was no way to do it.

The thunder is still loud outside, the rain is majestic, and tonight is destined to be a night that will not be too peaceful.

Back in the room, Mo Yao couldn't sleep for a long time.

Because it's too loud, it's too noisy outside. Ping-pong and crackling, just like the sound of countless crystal balls continuously smashing to the ground.

After practicing for a while, Mo Yao still couldn't calm down.

Practicing this kind of thing is not always the better.

His true qi is now at the extreme level, and he can't continue to improve, and his daily cultivation and operation for a week are just keeping his body in an optimal state. If you don't cultivate for a long time, your true qi will be consumed, and it will also decline.

After reaching the realm of cultivating truth, the cultivation in the realm is more important than the cultivation of the body and the improvement of true qi. The realm could not be improved, and the true qi quickly entered a bottleneck, and it could not grow.

The realm is the foundation of everything, and only on the basis of the realm can we cultivate.

......

Mo Yao was lying on the bed tossing and turning, which also alarmed his roommate, Wuchen sat up and said, "What's the matter?

Mo Yao also sat up, exhaled and said, "I don't know, a little upset?"

Wuchen groaned: "Because of that matter, or the previous sword cultivation?"

Just now, he also noticed the sword cultivator, but the other party was in the same realm as him, so he didn't pay attention to it.

Mo Yao hesitated and said, "There seem to be some." ”

He couldn't tell him how he felt, and there seemed to be something connected to him in that sword cultivator's body.

It lasted until late at night, and Mo Yao couldn't calm down.

Wuchen chatted with him for a while, and then fell asleep alone.

Sleep is inevitable and vital for everyone, even for cultivators, cultivation consumes a lot of divine power, and only deep sleep can recover.

Mo Yao came to the window and stared at the night sky in the darkness.

The rain pours down, washing away all dust and stains.

His heart was pounding in his body, and he was guided by some kind of direction, and his gaze fell to a place where there stood a figure wearing a hat on his head.

Although they were far away, Mo Yao still felt that the figure was smiling at him.

Something was about to come out of his body, making Mo Yao subconsciously catch up with that person.

The rain fell on him, weathering into wings.

Although Mo Yao is not a cultivator, he is a martial artist with nine attributes of perfection.

You can also use the control of the rain to keep him out of the rain.

The air was filled with a large amount of storm energy, turning into whirlwinds that followed him.

The stronger the energy in the environment, the stronger the power he can mobilize.

For example, in volcanic terrain, it is suitable for fire-type combat. When the water is almost evaporated, it is restricted.

In a storm environment, the forces of wind and water are greatly strengthened.

This made Mo Yao's speed increase by about two or three times, and he followed closely behind that figure.

But Mo Yao's face changed suddenly, and he said in a cold tone: "Damn! It's you controlling my body!"

He finally understood how this strange feeling came about, and the subconscious action of his body, which was not his conscious decision. At least, he wouldn't be so reckless as usual.

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PS: Try a new way of writing, the speed has dropped a lot again, and when I get used to it, it should be stable.