The sword mound, the place where ten thousand swords hang their heads.

This is not the grave of the sword, but the place where the sword is reborn.

Mo Ye, dressed in white, walked out of the dark corner slowly, his steps unhurried, and every step seemed to be on top of the unending trembling of the swords.

"Zheng~~"

The sword in Xiongba's hand pointed at Mo Ye, and through the light of the fire in the sword mound, he could see the face of the comer clearly, and he had already guessed who the comer would be from the beginning.

"Dugu Xian's nephew~ I'm sorry I killed your uncle. "Xiongba is already a little crazy at this time, after all, just now his biggest opponent in his life is no longer alive, looking at the world, no one can compete with him (he thought he died namelessly, and he didn't know the boss behind "Fengyun").

"There are people who are dead, but they are still alive, and there are people who are alive, but they are long dead. "Mo Xie has studied philosophy, and it is the best elective course in college to get points.

"Arrogance!Sword Saint's sword twenty-three and one came out, although the ghost cried and howled, isn't it the same helpless old man?!" Xiongba said this, his voice was still wild, but he was muttering in his heart.

"Don't do that move again......" Xiongba was really apprehensive about Sword Twenty-three, a move that he couldn't resist at all, but he saw that Mo Xie was still young, and even if he had been practicing martial arts since his mother's womb, his skill at this time would never be enough to launch such a level of move.

The light in the sword mound was insufficient, and the mixture of light and shadow covered Mo Ye's strange eyes, and also covered up the strange appearance of Mo Ye's face at this time.

"Brother Dugu, be careful!" Nie Feng, who was still half-lying on the ground and couldn't get up at this time, reminded him, his mouth was shouting to Mo Xie and his hands were constantly moving, but he was signaling to Bu Jingyun.

As soon as Nie Feng finished saying the last word, a "water ball" condensed by 'Three Points of Returning Vitality' appeared silently behind Mo Ye. Its speed suddenly increased the moment it appeared, and at this time, the distance between it and Mo Ye's back was extremely short, so even if the male tyrant asked himself, there was only one way to attack. And in Xiongba's imagination, if Mo Xie forcibly received this 'three-point return to vitality', then he would leave the empty door to himself. No matter how much Mo Xie counts, he has to suffer a big loss.

"Hehe~" This laughter is very evil, this is Lin Ming's voice. In the face of the 'three-point return to vitality' that attacked behind him, he chose to sprint forward and attack the hero directly.

Mo Ye and Lin Ming chose to be in a "combined state", at this time, Lin Ming was responsible for telekinesis control, Mo Ye was responsible for body control, and in an instant, Mo Ye controlled the fighting spirit to explode under his feet, and Lin Ming wrapped the telekinetic shield around his entire body, and at the same time turned into an invisible hand to deflect the 'Three Points of Returning Vitality' that came from behind him.

"Sword One!" Mo Xie shouted, just like a fledgling boy, this sword was originally carved out of a mold on the sword spectrum, and the trajectory of the sword and the posture of the body were not half a point different.

It is not a matter of once or twice that Xiongba has seen the "Holy Spirit Sword Technique", he has long been familiar with this most basic 'Sword One', but he prides himself on knowing the person "Dugu Ming", and he must have the same heart as the other party will never use such a simple move in front of his own famous world.

At the moment, Xiongba held his breath and condensed, and returned a move 'Remnant Leaf Autumn Frost' in a fair manner, which was a defensive sword move, but it was used by Xiongba, but it added three points of sharpness.

He's not a guy who likes to defend.

"Dang!"

The 'Huolin Sword' in the hand of the Xiongba is a peerless weapon, and the sword in Mo Ye's hand is just a standard weapon of the Tianxia Society picked up outside, and when the two intersect, the rotten sword in Mo Ye's hand became a dagger.

However, whether it is Mo Xie himself or his dark side Lin Ming is not a fuel-efficient lamp, at this time Lin Ming controls the broken upper half of the sword to take the throat of the male tyrant, and Mo Xie Wu holds half of the "dagger" and performs the essence of the "Holy Spirit Sword Technique" closely.

Xiongba hurriedly avoided the vital point of his throat, and at the same time, the 'Huolin Sword' in his hand went straight to Mo Xie's lower abdomen, and he cut off a broken sword halfway.

It's just that his sword only went halfway and had to retreat - without him, the half-truncated sword that had slashed at his throat before turned a corner, as if it had identified Xiongba's throat, and at this time, Xiongba was entangled by Mo Ye's best efforts, and he misjudged the depth of Mo Ye's martial arts in his heart preconceivedly, and he was actually tied for a while.

With another "dang", the inferior standard weapon was cut off by the peerless weapon again, but the male tyrant became more and more restrained.

The three severed blades kept attacking the vital points around Xiongba as if they were being manipulated by an invisible hand, and Mo Xie himself beckoned to Xiongba with a sword like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and the two of them could hear each other's breath at this time.

"Wow!" At this time, Xiongba saw Mo Ye's eyes, one silver and one black, and he was no longer a mortal. This made the Xiongba, who had seen the 'Sword Twenty-Three' before, suddenly feel furious in his heart, and he seemed to be in the same state as when the Sword Master cast the 'Sword Twenty-Three'.

"When did Wushuang City have so many secret methods?" Xiongba complained in his heart, and at the same time, he also found that Mo Ye had completely given up his defense, and seemed to be completely unworried that the 'Fire Lin Sword' in his hand would fall on him.

So Xiongba was intimidated, he felt that his palms were sweating, and he didn't dare to fight with Mo Ye anymore.

"Drink!" He carried the true qi that removed the strange sword qi left by the sword saint in his body, and struggled to release the three points of true qi to form an aura explosion that was enough to bounce off the wind and clouds before they flicked away.

"Phew!"

"When!when!when!"

A series of continuous sounds accompanied by smoke and dust radiated from the center of the sword mound in all directions, and Feng and Yun had to block the sword and qilin arm in their hands.

"This ......" Bu Jingyun had never seen Mo Ye with his own eyes before, and at this time, seeing that Mo Ye and Xiongba had fought dozens of moves, he was completely defeated, and even forced Xiongba to abandon his sword and use the 'three-point vitality', and his brain did not react for a while.

Nie Feng, on the other hand, was much calmer, but he was also worried about the situation in the smoke.

With an explosion of this magnitude, I am afraid that I will be more than lucky......

He pondered.

The smoke and dust quickly dissipated, and only Xiongba was standing on the ground, seeing this scene, Nie Feng fiercely thrust the knife in his hand into the ground, and with this force, he stood up.

"Senior Brother Yun, are you feeling better?" Nie Feng asked through gritted teeth.

"Can't die...... Bu Jingyun said, as he opened his mouth, a stream of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth, "Don't worry, Dugu Ming is fine." ”

Nie Feng has "crutches", but Bu Jingyun does not, he has seen the quality of these swords around him - it really can't be on the scene.

"It's okay?!" Nie Feng hurriedly looked into the middle of the field again, and this time he adjusted his angle.

I saw a figure standing in the air, as if there was a point of focus in mid-air, which was a serious violation of common sense as they knew.

"The sword in your hand is crying. Mo Ye stood in mid-air and said lightly, the explosion just now didn't make him a trace of dust, but Lin Ming and his telekinesis reserves were a little too much.

"Hmph!" Xiongba was silent at this time, he had already lost a chip just now, after all, he was completely "pressed and beaten".

Of course, if Xiongba knew that his estimation of Mo Ye was completely wrong at this time, the 'Fire Lin Sword' in his hand would be able to kiss its owner's neck.

But now Xiongba didn't dare to move, because now Mo Ye's posture was too similar to the Sword Saint in the twenty-three state of the sword, and he would never forget the way the Sword Saint stood in the air and looked at him with contempt.

As soon as he thought of this, the suppressed sword qi and injuries in his body began to move again.