The iron sword in Mo Ye's hand was not so much a sword as an extended version of a dagger.

This is indeed not a normal sword, and in terms of style, it should be a dagger provided by the Umbrella Company to biological weapons such as 'Tyrants'.

However, this weapon collided with the ancient sword of the Qin Dynasty of the Celestial Dynasty.

Mo Xie took such a sword out, which can be said to be intentional.

Because with his perception, he was able to 'see' behind Master Zhao's back and under his clothes that there was a sword of the same style as this sword.

This sword was the next tool he was going to use to pry Master Zhao's mouth open and get more information from it.

"Mo Xie. ”

Start with a sword salute, which is the etiquette of the swordsman duel.

The sword is a gentleman among soldiers, and the way of the sword is the way of etiquette in ancient times.

If one party declares his or her name during the duel, the other must also say his name truthfully.

Master Zhao sighed, he looked at Mo Ye who maintained a saluting posture, his face was full of complicated colors.

It's just that this tangled state didn't last long, and he expertly drew his sword from under the clothes behind his back.

This is an ancient sword, which can be seen from the simple lines on the sword.

Swordsmen like Master Zhao disdain to use fakes.

"Zhao Jiansheng. ”

Reading the sword knows its master, and it is famous for its nature.

The swordsman in front of him was indeed born for the sword, but the sword in his hand was shorter than the short sword in Mo Ye's hand if he measured it carefully.

What kind of swordsmanship does the gray lion match with such a sword?

Mo Xie didn't know, so he didn't plan to make the first move.

"Please. ”

Mo Ye glanced at the sword in Zhao Jiansheng's hand, his eyes deliberately showed a trace of doubt, and then he opened his mouth to the swordsman in front of him.

He deliberately showed obvious hesitation.

"Who are you Xiao Xuelong?"

Zhao Jiansheng didn't make a move, he didn't even move the position of the sword in his hand.

With anticipation in his eyes, he looked at the man in front of him who was supposed to be the target of his mission.

The look in his eyes was so complicated that Mo Ye couldn't tell what kind of answer the other party was expecting.

Xiao Xuelong?

I've never heard of it.

However, it is obvious that this name may have a lot to do with Zhao Jiansheng, but I don't know if Xiao Xuelong is his brother or an enemy.

Well, that's right, Mo Xie was playing the role of Zhao Jiansheng's disciple at the moment, and he was sure that only in this way could he get the information he needed before it got dark.

"Ask me about the sword in my hand. ”

Pointing the tip of the sword directly at Zhao Jiansheng's chest, Mo Xie took a step.

He didn't plan to draw the sword, because he didn't know the path of the dagger.

The steps he took were the footwork that should have been used in the starting movement when he released the 'Five of Swords'.

It is a very decent step, and it already contains the momentum that one of the 'swords' should have.

Upright.

"Good. ”

Zhao Jiansheng saw Mo Xie's steps, and with the eyesight he had cultivated over the years of wandering the rivers and lakes, he already knew that the person standing in front of him was definitely a master of using a sword.

Putting away his thoughts about asking Mo Ye, he lifted a true power from the dantian.

"Sa!"

Zhao Jian was vivid, his movements were like thunder, his speed was already very amazing when he had no sword in his hand, and after he had a sword in his hand, his movements were three points faster out of thin air.

Zhao Jian is fast, and Mo Ye is faster.

Zhao Jiansheng's steps had only moved, and before his body had moved more than ten centimeters, Mo Ye had already fully understood his next series of movements.

He read out Zhao Jiansheng's tricks, relying on the perception he released.

The movement trend of each muscle and the arrangement of the strength of the whole body can be 'seen' clearly for Mo Ye.

This is a new ability, or a more subtle use of perception, that he has developed during the month of 'bloodline to huàn'.

As a rat tied to the real platform, and also limited by the "Holy Text" to the release of perception, all Mo Xie can do is 'look inside'.

Now his structure of ** may be comparable to some doctors in the world.

So he was able to predict Zhao Jiansheng's movements.

And then there's imitation.

"Sprinkle!"

It is the left foot that exerts a whirlwind, twists the wrist, and grips the short sword upside down.

"When!when!when!"

The two figures staggered, and three sounds containing metallic tremors were left behind.

"Drink!"

After the two shadows fought, the sound of swords colliding with each other became one, and the battle between the two was so fierce that a strong wind arose in the battle circle.

The strong wind gently rolled up the dead branches and leaves in the winter fields, and then tore them apart.

The battlefield of the two is constantly moving, one side advances, the other side retreats, and if there is no way to retreat, they will make a move, avoid the opponent's sharpness and then counterattack.

The two of them wielding the short sword are extremely spicy in every move, but in terms of moves alone, they can't be called 'spicy' or 'vicious'.

Because their movements were too fast, the sword in their hands swung into an arc of light. The sword was already short, and when it was swung into an arc of light, it looked like a folding fan in the hands of a literati and ink artist.

The folding fan in the hands of the literati and artists will never be inscribed with words like 'spicy' and 'vicious'.

"Plum blossoms fall three times, you can't go wrong. ”

Another staggered, leaving behind the sound of a sword roar, Zhao Jiansheng's breath was disordered, but he still reluctantly said such words.

Mo Xie was also wheezing, or pretending to be wheezing, the exercise just now was just a warm-up activity for him, but in order to make the 'play' more realistic, he secretly took out some water from the necklace space, and then dripped it on his forehead with telekinesis.

So, he looked like he was sweating profusely.

"My kung fu, how can you? Who the hell are you?"

Shouted at Zhao Jiansheng and asked, Mo Ye's eyes were full of hostility.

Acting has to play a full set, so that the professionalism has been learned when you experience the third mission world, so don't doubt Mo Ye's performance effect at this time.

He bowed low, arching his upper body in an arc, holding the short sword in his hand as if he were holding a dart.

This is a sword technique that has just been copied from Zhao Jiansheng's body, and it is extremely standard to pose at this time.

Mo Xie had to thank him for the experience he had encountered in the past, which he didn't even want to recall, if he hadn't experienced those, he would never have been able to imitate Zhao Jiansheng's swordsmanship in such a situation at this time.

In that case, the effect of the scene will be greatly reduced.

"Xiao Xuelong is my senior brother, and I am Zhao Xuesheng of the Tianshan Sect. Zhao Jiansheng said such words, and he lowered the hand holding the sword, "Mo Xie, is your master okay?"

Zhao Jiansheng raised his head, and there was no trace of killing intent on his face.

"Tsk, it's done. Mo Xie said in his heart, but his face still made an unbelievable look.

"Zhao Xuesheng......?"

Mo Xie spoke, in a questioning tone, but the sword in his hand had been put away.

This action fell in Zhao Jiansheng's eyes, which was exactly what Mo Ye should have reacted to at this time, and any disciple who had never seen an elder of the sect other than his own master should have such an expression when he encountered such a situation.

"That's right, that's my name. ”

Speaking of the past, this man's face was full of vicissitudes.

He seemed reluctant to talk about the past, and if he could, he would rather be standing in front of him a powerful swordsman who had nothing to do with his master.

He would rather fight to the death and put his past and future on the edge of his sword than declare them

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