In the face of the foul language with ink tears and the figure flashing like a ghost, Mo Sheng was still as calm as ever, holding his hands and looking calm.

The ink tears gathered and urged the vitality, and the fierce gathering of the extreme desolate sky fire, the fiery red sword qi rippling out of the three-foot heavy sword was even more surging, and the black clothes shrank under the shroud of the flames, which looked particularly demonic.

He slammed his footsteps, bringing up bursts of wild sand, and at this moment, he swung several swords in a row, and shot out, the sword light flashed, and the momentum was surging.

Through the hazy yellow sand and dust, two rays of light flashed from time to time, fiery red and white, colliding with each other, erupting into bursts of sonorous and piercing sounds.

Mo Sheng still didn't make a move, relying on the sword within a foot in front of him, controlling the sword invisibly, doing whatever he wanted, turning it into a sword with one thought, and blocking the other party's rapidly wielding sword.

Mo Tear was not afraid, his heart was as calm as water, the speed of swinging the sword in his hand increased again, and in an instant, it was more like a galaxy pouring down and slashing towards Mo Sheng, the three-foot heavy sword in his hand and the sword qi itself were as long as a spear, and the vitality of heaven and earth swept away the dust in the air in an instant.

For Mo Sheng, who has learned swordsmanship since he was a child, and has experienced a hundred battles, not to mention how superb swordsmanship is, judging from experience alone, it is far better than the fledgling Mo Tear who has just touched the threshold of kendo in front of him.

Even if the speed at which Ink Tears swings his sword is almost so fast that it is difficult to catch it with the naked eye, with the unparalleled experience accumulated over the years of fighting against the old sword slave in the Sword Shrine, he already has the absolute confidence that even if he closes his eyes, Ink Tears will not be able to hurt him in the slightest.

Maybe he was born and was not afraid of tigers, right? Mo Tear didn't give himself any room to retreat, completely like a madman who had killed a red-eyed man, swinging his sword frantically and calmly.

Maybe he didn't know swordsmanship at all, and every sword he swung out of Ink Tears was elusive and quite weird.

Mo Sheng's leisurely cheeks suddenly flashed with a hint of surprise, and in an instant, a fiery red sword light pierced the air extremely strangely, tricky and precise, and slammed into his lower abdomen without warning.

Mo Sheng was finally slightly surprised. If he fights more and more bravely like this, he really has the momentum of slashing the master to death with a chaotic sword.

He instantly shook his whole body again, dozens of sword qi flew out, rapidly circling around his body, as soon as the ink tears were cut down, he only heard a sonorous sound, and the huge force came with ten thousand acres of strong wind on his head, and the ink tears were shocked, and he hurriedly leaned back and dodged.

Just dodged, only to see a calm gaze, staring at himself condescendingly, Mo Sheng raised his arm, made a sword pose, and the two fingers in his hand turned into a miserable white sword qi, like a hundred ghosts wailing, whistling down.

Mo Tear's heart was instantly cold, and it was too late to get up and dodge, so he quickly grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, pushed the sword out, and tried to control the gang with rigidity, and fight violence with violence, and block this blow strongly.

He knew very well that the other party's second sword could open a big river, and if this sword fell, he would most likely end up with a sword destroying people, but he had no choice but to fight to the death.

Gou Jian was frightened, hurriedly urged his vitality, quickly pulled his hands, and the three swords that were slapped into the sand instantly flew out, brought up three sand lines, and galloped over, hovering dead in front of Mo Tear, clasping his hands together, and chuckled, "Gather swords." ”

The three details instantly turned into a huge sword light, which stood as indestructible as a mountain in front of Mo Tear.

There was a shocking bang, and the ink tears were instantly blasted into the dust, and Gou Jian also seemed to be pressed by Mount Tai, knelt heavily on the ground, vomited a mouthful of black blood, and three thin swords fell in front of him.

The difference in strength is too great. Mo Sheng's understatement sword slashed through the sword qi condensed by Gou Jian and then hit the blood-killing heavy sword that Mo Tear pushed out with all his might, and the result was obvious, Dark Green was instantly bombarded into the ground, smashing out a deep pit.

It must be clear that the current Mo Sheng does not have a real sword in his hand, the Earth Soul Sword, which ranks second in the world, is still holding tightly in the hands of the bald child who is still watching quietly on the side at this time.

If he was holding a real sword in his hand, how terrifying his strength would be, one can imagine.

The sword of the earth soul is the first sword of the holy sword gate, the thing held by the great powerhouses of the past dynasties, there are countless lonely souls and wild ghosts left on the sword, it is said to be an evil sword, and it has not been released for many years.

In the entire Holy Sword Sect, everyone except the head wants to get this sword, and those who want to get this sword must go through many tests, and the slightest carelessness will kill them, which shows the preciousness of the earth soul.

Although Mo Sheng was born in the Holy Sword Gate since he was a child, he is a very unpopular person, his mother was originally a sword servant who fell in love with a sword slave, and secretly had a selfish association, after giving birth to Mo Sheng, his adultery was exposed, he violated the rules of the door, and both were executed.

If it weren't for the old boss looking at Mo Sheng who was still in infancy, he felt compassion and spared his life, so he was ridiculed and blinded since he was a child, in order to change this state, he practiced sword desperately, and finally became a generation of great sword saints.

It is estimated that it was an experience when he was a child, and he developed a bloodthirsty character, and the earth soul added more than a dozen human lives to his hands every year.

Because of this, the fierce aura of the Earth Soul Sword became more and more refined, and it became more and more powerful to an unprecedented level.

In the ten years of holding the sword, hundreds of lonely souls have been added in the first five years, and in the last five years, he has painstakingly accepted a bald apprentice who is only five years old, Yu Wu, and since then the soul has never been unsheathed. , always kept by a bald apprentice.

If it was a sword cut by the Earth Soul just now, its power was unimaginable.

After Mo tears fell, without the slightest hesitation, he quickly rolled and retreated on the spot, distanced himself from the other party as much as possible, slammed the ground, and rose up, Gou Jian also wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stared at Mo Sheng firmly, slowly stood up, and controlled the sword again.

It was only at this time that Lin Xiaomu finally saw the opportunity and slammed the dusty array out, while shouting, "Run." ”

Yu Wu, the bald little boy who was standing on the side, quietly watched the murderous formation fly towards Mo Sheng, indifferent, but slowly closed his eyes, not looking, and could perceive more useful things with his heart.

He muttered to himself, "Such a powerful and pure formation is really powerful!"

The bald boy slowly opened his eyes again, squinting at the changes around him, and in an instant, the wind suddenly rose, setting off a huge sandstorm, covering Mo Sheng all over the world, at this critical moment, he didn't look at his master, didn't see the sword master, but his eyes jumped, looking at the beautiful girl curiously, and was about to turn his head and run.

Suddenly, countless miserable white sword lights appeared, shuttling in the huge sandstorm, instantly cutting through the sand, surging out in all directions, and in an instant, it slashed on Lin Xiaomu's calf, and immediately blood flowed sideways and fell to the ground.

Mo Tear and Gou Jian were extremely surprised when they heard the word "run" at that time, and Mo Tear didn't think about why Lin Xiaomu went to save himself again, why did he attack the Sword Saint regardless of his identity, he didn't think about all this, because only escaping at this moment was the most meaningful thing.

As soon as he turned around and started to run, running hundreds of steps, he heard a cry of pain from behind,

Mo Tear suddenly stopped, turned around and looked, the seemingly cold girl fell to the ground, and dozens of sword lights rushed towards her.

Mo Tear suddenly turned his body, galloped forward rapidly, struck two trails, and came to Lin Xiaomu in a flash, instantly waving the sword in his hand, barely blocking dozens of sword lights.

Lin Xiaomu raised his head slightly, looked at the tall figure at this time stupidly, inserted the sword into the ground, tore off a strip of cloth, slowly squatted down, and quietly helped her bandage the wound on her leg.

Lin Xiaomu looked at Mo Tear stupidly, feeling that it had never been beautiful, and after a while, he came to his senses. Snorted, "Didn't you tell you to run? Why did you come back again?"

Mo Tear still lowered her head, tied the strip of cloth to her leg very gently, and said indifferently: "Silly girl, give you a chance to kill me one last time." Otherwise, there will be no chance in the future. ”

Lin Xiaomu shook his head and bared his teeth: "I said that you can only die in my hands, but you can't let others rob it." Besides, I don't want to kill you now, so keep your life and I'll take it later. ”

Mo Tear sneered and said calmly: "In this case, if I can't leave, you have to kill me, because only in this way can that Great Sword Saint Mo Sheng let you go." ”

After a brief conversation. Mo Tear knows very well that don't look at Mo Sheng's gentle appearance at the moment, he is actually a cold-blooded killer, once he is attacked inexplicably, he may bite like a mad dog.

She can die, but this girl can't be involved.

Lin Xiaomu was deeply stunned when he heard Mo Tear's words, and did not answer.

Mo Tear slowly stood up and turned around, at this time Gou Jian also turned back, and the two of them saw at the same time that the dust fluttering like the sea was instantly washed away, and the figure like Mount Tai immediately appeared in the dust, indestructible.

Lin Xiaomu looked at Mo Sheng, who was not tall, in horror, looking a little incredible. You must know that this place is surrounded by yellow sand and fine soil, and there is a huge strong wind, which is obviously the best place to cast the dust array, which is more than ten times stronger than the heavy rain that night.

I didn't expect that even the other party couldn't resist for a while, which is really incredible.

Mo Sheng looked at Lin Xiaomu quietly, and said curiously: "As a closed disciple of the head of Lingyun, how could you do such a stupid thing?" If you were someone else, they might take care of the head of Lingyun and forgive you, but I am different, I only kill people based on my mood, you should have heard of this." Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"

Lin Xiaomu ignored it. She is too weak and urgently needs to exercise and pranayama, and she doesn't know the answers to Mo Sheng's series of questions, so how can she explain it clearly?

Mo Sheng saw that the other party was indifferent, and he was not annoyed, and continued: "You are not bad, the head of Lingyun did not mistake you. At such a young age, I was able to use such a powerful formation, and it was not inferior to me back then. ”

Mo Sheng probably knew that Lin Xiaomu would not take care of himself, so he turned his head to look at the two strange people next to him who had just fled and turned back, and asked, "You can run away, why did you come back again?"

Mo Tear smiled and said indifferently: "There are many stupid people and stupid things in the world, I know that they are stupid, but some people are willing to do it." How can a great sword saint like you, who is a murderous person, understand that kind of stupidity? and even less understand that what sometimes seems stupid is actually correct. ”

Mo Sheng nodded, probably agreed, and continued: "I'm curious that there is no other way to prove that your stupid thing today is the right choice than to defeat me. It seems that you can't defeat me, it only proves that you are stupid enough to kill you. ”

Mo tearfully laughed and said frankly: "It would be nice if everything you do can simply distinguish between right and wrong." If I think I'm right, I'm right. No need for anyone to prove it. ”

Mo Sheng was stunned for a moment, and said calmly: "I appreciate you more and more, and I am even a little reluctant to kill you, if you still have some finale skills that you haven't used, please try it as soon as possible." The sun is about to set, and it's windy here. My little apprentice and I don't want to spend the night here. ”

Mo Tear raised his sword and shouted at the same time, "It's time for you to spend the night here today." ”

The sword qi lingering on the heavy sword in his hand was instantly great, like a floating fire dragon, lifelike, fierce and fierce.

Gou Jian controlled the sword and came out, and the three swords gathered together, forming a huge sword qi, which slashed past Mo Tear's body and rushed straight to the opponent's chest, just with the momentum of a sword piercing the heart.

Mo Sheng's eyes widened, and a sword light instantly appeared in front of him, blocking the sword qi of the three swords in one.

Gou Jian's three thin swords gradually appeared in their original form, bending in a stunning and terrifying arc, and they were still rushing forward and moving with difficulty, and the tip of the sword rubbed a dazzling white light, making a squeaky sound, as if it might break at any time.

At the same time, Mo Tear's body had arrived, and a sword rolled up the dust, carrying the momentum of ten thousand thunders, surging away like a river bursting its banks.

As expected, another sword light appeared in front of Mo Sheng, trying to block the sword of Ink Tears, and at the moment of contact, Mo Sheng's face changed, as if a huge tiger force was coming towards him, and he was forced to retreat half a step back, and the backward foot stepped deep into the soil, and his body was still standing straight.

Suddenly, a trace of murderous aura flashed in Mo Sheng's eyes, which gave people a gentle and elegant feeling, extremely pure and terrifying, although fleeting, but deeply shocked the heart of Mo Tear Gujing Wubo.

In the Cliffs of Darkness, he had learned to fight with ferocious and powerful beasts, first without fear, and secondly, without running blindly.

But among the many vicious beasts, those pairs of terrifying eyes did not add up to the murderous aura that crossed Mo Sheng's eyes at that moment just now.

At that moment, he seemed to see an endless abyss, and the fear that he had pressed deep in his heart was sucked out fiercely, expanding in an instant. He hurried to shake off the powerful fear with his blade-like will. Quickly swing the sword again.

Mo Sheng, who wanted to wave his hand, snorted coldly, "Noise." ”

Mo Sheng was full of momentum, and shook wildly around.

Gou Jian's three thin swords were directly shot out and plunged into the dust. At the same time, three sword lights flew out, suppressing the three thin swords.

Ink Tears was also instantly shocked out of dozens of steps, leaving a series of scratches on the ground, and a sword light rushed straight towards Gou Jian's chest.