Man can only know the world within the scope of his own cognition, and can only stand on the land occupied by the soles of his feet, and it is extremely rare to have more points, and rarely to have less.

"Sword Twenty-Three" is something outside the scope of Mo Xie's cognition, it has always been, he couldn't understand it back then, and he still can't understand it now.

The only thing he knew was the sword he held in his hand, and the 'Concussive Sword Path' he walked out.

Everything in the world is in constant vibration, and everything has its vibrational frequency, which has been revealed at the moment when the wave-particle duality theory was born.

Vibrating according to the specific frequency is one of the basic properties of objects, and after mastering their frequency, there is nothing in Mo Ye's hands and cannot be a sword.

Flowers and plants are swords, earth and stone are swords, streamers are swords, and magnetic fields are swords.

Iron can be used to kill a life, fire can be used to destroy a country, and magnetism can only be used to take a star.

"Give me a top!"

The magnetic field that had been pacified by Mo Xie and gradually calmed down was instantly manic, and the petals that opened suddenly closed, and the magnetic lines were made together, like buds with buds, and more like a sword that connected the sky!

This sword was pointed directly at the Moon Palace.

The core of the sword is the Mo Evil with both hands in the shape of supporting the sky.

The tip of the sword quickly collided with the Moon Palace, and without a sound, the tip of the magnetic sword suddenly shattered.

Magnetism, not enough!

"Wake up!" Mo Xie raised his arms, and a large amount of white flame was swept out by him, raining down on the ground in the distance.

Grounding, rooting. The white flames ignited as if they could be fueled by earth and air, and each cluster of flames was in the shape of a cross, as if it were stretching out its arms like a motley.

"Buzz!"

Farther on, there was a strange sound on the ground, and the trees, grasses, and stones trembled away from the ground, slowly breaking down into tiny particles and combining into substantial magnetic lines, and then, as if consciously, they quickly merged into the Heavenly Sword.

"Click!"

With the support of the new magnetic wire, the tip of the giant sword was reborn, and its size shrank uncharacteristically, and as the core of the giant sword, half of Mo Ye's body had been sunk into the earth and stones.

But none of this was of any avail, and the tip of the giant sword shattered again under the approach of the Moon Palace.

Truth be told, if you really want to catch such a behemoth, a sharp sword should not be the optimal solution - nor the worst solution, after all, the optimal solution is a stick with a larger cross-section, and the worst solution is a needle.

In Mo Ye's hands, everything can be a sword, he shouldn't be so rigid in form, and after cutting off the evil corpse, he is no longer a person who is rigid in form and form.

But he chose the shape of the sword and chose to use the sword.

Because......

"I was born lowly. ”

Mo Ye was abandoned at birth, and the only thing that accompanied him was swaddling. He grew up around the orphans, like a variegated iron ore in the rocks and under the soil.

That's why it's hard to be born. ”

Growing up in an orphanage, he learned early on how to earn living expenses, sweat for food, and pain for survival.

He survived and grew up to be a man.

"Now, I have only one sword. ”

It didn't take months for the buried iron ore to be melted down and turned into a sword, but since then no one can call it a 'stone'.

It's already a sword.

He is already a sword.

When it is intact, it is a sharp sword, when it is broken, it is a broken sword, and even if it is finally scarred and buried in the ground, it is also a broken sword.

He's half underground.

"Wake up!"

Mo Xie shouted, but he didn't know if it was the magnetic wires in the sky or something else that he was going to wake up.

The greatsword shrank again, and as more new magnetic wires were added, it condensed its tip again, and the sky was now full of fiery red.

The speed of the explosion has caused a violent friction, the atmosphere has been ignited, the oxygen content in the airspace and the region has dropped dramatically, and the hurricane has begun to wreak havoc, as if to pump the world into a vacuum.

The tip of the sword collapsed again.

"Wake up!"

Mo Xie had already sunk into the earth from the neck down, and the white flames on his body seemed to be unable to stop all this.

No, or maybe he had already separated most of the white flames from his body, and now all that was wrapped around him was a layer of inner flames less than five centimeters thick.

The magnetic field under his feet once again responded to Mo Ye's call, and the closed magnetic wires drilled out like snakes, and countless earth dragons turned over in the vast land. And it was at this moment that the people of the entire land, the sea beyond the whole land, and the people on the other land beyond the whole sea finally noticed the abnormal changes that were taking place on the earth under the great sound of the fall of the Moon Palace.

"Whew!"

The sound of the sword was all the sound of the magnetic field, but no matter who it was, whether it was the swordsman in the Immersion Sword or the mortal bones who had never touched a sword object in his life, when he heard the trilling sound that pierced the bone marrow, all that came to mind was the Heavenly Sword.

Wake up.

Mo Xie is not trying to wake up someone or will.

There was no one in this world who deserved to be woken up by him, and there was no will on this planet, and all he wanted to awaken was the sword.

It's just the concept of the 'sword' that exists in the human heart, between heaven and earth.

The magnetic field of the planet is a dead thing, but the magnetic field of living things is a living thing.

Only those who survive have infinite possibilities.

Countless sword concepts were transmitted here by the magnetic field, and at the same time, there were echoes similar to the previous sword sounds.

The tip of the giant sword collapsed again, and it trembled in the sound of a strong sword roar, and after a burst of twisting, it turned into countless clones, like a towering forest connecting with the Moon Palace.

Each sword has a sword intent attached to it, and each sword is a kind of life, and suddenly there seem to be countless faces emerging in the endless sword, glaring at the sky.

This is Mo Xie's sword, it is also the sword of the common people, and it is also the sword of this planet.

The 'Resonance' of the 'Concussion Sword'!

Mo Ye didn't need to understand and comprehend the twenty-three swords, because he already held the mystery that was not inferior to the twenty-three swords.

The falling Moon Palace came to a halt in the endless sword forest, suspended in the air.

The danger seemed to be resolved, but Mo Xie did not breathe a sigh of relief.

"Smack!"

With a snap of his fingers, hundreds of angels appeared around Mo Ye out of thin air.

"Lord Mo Xie, what's wrong with you?"

As soon as they appeared, Kira and Angel flashed to Mo Ye's side, and at this moment, Mo Xie was bleeding from his seven orifices, and his white flames were even more dim as if they would dissipate at any time.

"Leave me alone! Go and hold the Moon Palace first! The oxygen on the ground is consumed too much! The sword forest will collapse at any time!"

The vast majority of the sword intent in the sword forest is the product of being forcibly spawned by Mo Ye with the method of resonance, this practice does produce a powerful force for a while, but the more powerful the power, the more it will be accompanied by a high risk, and the biggest risk faced by the sword forest spawned by the method of resonance is that everyone with sword intent - those swordsmen and mortal bones who don't know where they are, once they die or their consciousness is blurred, their corresponding sword intent will dissipate, and the sword body will collapse.

The life of mortal bones is very fragile, and the life of a swordsman is not much harder than iron wire, and as he spoke, Mo Ye saw that several swords in the sword forest had begun to collapse, and the Moon Palace hanging in the sky began to crumble again.