High in the sky, Wen Yiming regained his calm, the Twin Cities Competition has passed for three months, Amon asked him to return quickly, maybe many things are a foregone conclusion, in his heart, it is not difficult to win in the Great Competition with the cultivation of Hao Tianxiao and others, the Famous Sword Tianmen is now in his vision, and he will not be in the stream at all, even if he has an affair with the Holy Altar, he will not give his disciples too many resources.

Thinking like this, he is at ease, but there is always a feeling of irritability from time to time, perhaps because he attached great importance to this return date, and now he misses it, and there is a loss in the bottom of his heart, he thinks so.

He didn't enter Sanguan Town, he flew straight to the portal of Stormy Wind Gang, and far away from the landing point, he saw the back of a black-clothed man, watching the wind and drinking alone.

When he landed, his back turned around, half of his face was masked, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned in his expressionless face, but there was no trace of a smile, it was Mo Ziyou.

"Wen Yiming, I'm waiting here for two months!" Mo Ziyou's voice was still so calm, joyless and carefree, very indifferent.

Wen Yiming put away the Wood Spirit Piercing Cloud Falcon, Mo Ziyou is now at the peak of the ninth layer of the martial arts, or even higher, and his cultivation is as if he has been pinched alive, which is very unnatural.

"Thank you for your mercy!" Wen Yiming arched his hand, this killer is not too cold, but he deserves his respect.

A promise is a person like Mo Ziyou, even if Wen Yiming's current cultivation can't compete, it is not easy to kill him, he has this confidence.

Mo Ziyou showed a rare smile, "That blow is indeed not full force, but it is a blow that will kill you, and I have no mercy in my heart, because I really want to kill you." ”

Wen Yiming sacrificed the dragon spear and said, "Mo Ziyou, I'm really in a hurry today, if you want to kill me, you can do it!"

"That senior gave me a bamboo leaf. Mo Ziyou raised his glass, "Let me have any questions, I can come to you, waiting for you is to solve your doubts, there is nothing else." ”

Wen Yiming frowned slightly, when Saiyaren and Amon told him about this, he didn't think he could solve any confusion for him?

"I have to go to the Western Regions!" Wen Yiming put away the dragon spear, nodded at Mo Ziyou, and walked towards the portal.

The portal was the first time he saw it, located in a dam surrounded by black rock high-rise buildings on three sides, the site was quite large, the portal was like the size of half a city gate, flowing with ripples of floating light mirror, the base was as high as an altar, I don't know what material it was made of, like a crystal, transparent and smooth and round and natural, and revealing a metallic texture atmosphere.

Next to the portal were two mercenaries guarding the late stage of the military generals, Wen Yiming focused on covering a range of five hundred meters, secretly frightened, there were at least five martial arts sects and one martial king in the high-rise buildings behind. Infinite Arms System

It was a bit of a surprise to him that a portal had the Mercenary Guild send so many masters to guard it.

Wen Yiming bowed his hand to the red-faced and short-bearded military general guard, "Western Regions, thank you!"

Mo Ziyu followed up, grabbed before Wen Yiming, threw out a bag of spirit crystals to the general, raised his hand and said, "Brother Jin Biao, two, together!"

Wen Yiming smiled slightly, it seems that Mo Ziyou has indeed been waiting here for a long time, and even the guards are familiar with him, he is not polite, and when Jin Biao turned a roulette wheel at the base of the portal, nodded and signaled to enter, he stepped in.

In the next second, he was already in the city of light and darkness, and Mo Ziyou followed closely.

This was the first time he had felt the portals of the Four Great Domains, and the effect was not very good, and he felt a little dizzy.

"Mo Ziyou, I'm going to the Alchemy Guild, you can't get in, if there's anything I can do to help you, I'll do my best. Wen Yiming actually has a good impression of Mo Ziyou, and even has no lack of interest, he is very curious about why Mo Ziyou was the enemy of the Crazy Shadow when he was in Demon Rock City, although Feng Wen talked about the intersection with Mo Ziyou afterwards, but he did not guess Mo Ziyou's intentions.

Mo Ziyou nodded and said, "Just give me time for a stick of incense." ”

Wen Yiming took a deep breath and said, "Let's find an inn!"

Mo Ziyou was noncommittal, as if he was very familiar with the Light and Dark City, and led Wen Yiming to find an inn at random and asked for an upper room.

"That's right, at the beginning, Demon Rock City" Wen Yiming waited for him to enter the room, and Fang Yi had a question in his heart, but was interrupted by Mo Ziyou raising his hand.

"I've been looking for you for today. Mozi stood in the middle of the room, and suddenly took out a silver knife with more than a foot of silver.

"The name of the knife is Shuiyue, accompany me for the rest of my life!"

Wen Yiming was inexplicable, this Mo Ziyou was a little nervous, and he couldn't sacrifice the blade at every turn, if it wasn't for the fact that he didn't reveal the slightest killing intent, he really wanted to sacrifice the dragon spear again.

And in the next second, I saw Mozi take a step diagonally, lift the water moon and wipe it over his head, and when the breeze swayed, a strand of hair fell, and the water moon slashed down.

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'——!'

The knife was silent, a tearing sound sounded slightly, and the rest of the hair was peeled off and divided into two.

Wen Yiming's pupils shrank, staring at the hair that was split in two and falling to the ground, extremely frightened, Mo Ziyou's knife technique was extremely light, and he didn't see the slightest momentum overflowing, peeling a strand of hair into two like splitting wood, and the two strands of hair were not broken by the shock of the true yuan, and they were truly unscathed! What a subtle knife technique.

He has Dacheng's concentration blessing, and there is nowhere to be forced, and the extremely weak hair is in the whole process, the Water Moon Knife has turned countless arcs, and there is no deviation, and there are countless knives hidden in that knife, and he asked himself if he could do it.

It is a kind of artistic conception, very familiar, just like the sword intent he comprehended at the beginning, but what he comprehended was the meaning of the heavy sword, and Mo Ziyou's sword intent showed the clear spirit artistic conception of the wind on the Water Moon Knife, if it weren't for his promotion to the wind on the wind step, it would be difficult to feel this.

"Sword Intent! Sword Intent?" Wen Yiming actually felt that he had realized, closed his eyes and muttered: "Whispering like the wind, silent but powerless, lacking the strength of the supreme strength." ”

Since he had comprehended the artistic conception of the spear, he had not been able to comprehend the new artistic conception, which caused the Shura battle body to be slow to advance, but at this moment, he suddenly realized that there was an extra artistic conception in his mind.

He seemed to have forgotten the existence of Mo Ziyou, and inertly said to himself: "The sword is born with two edges, and the two edges will inevitably hurt themselves, so the master of the sword has an aura; the sword is elegant, and there is a fairy spirit! The knife is a single edge, and the momentum sweeps through thousands of armies, so the master of the sword has a heroic spirit; the knife, heroic, has a chivalrous spirit." ”

He faintly felt that the sword intent that had been flawed before was changing, and at the same time he faintly touched the sword intent, but at this time, Mo Ziyou interrupted his realization with a 'I see', he opened his eyes and was about to speak, Mo Ziyou put away the knife and said: "The sword is the sword intent, too soft and not rigid, thank you! You go back to the Twin Cities quickly, I saw your friends at the portal some time ago and seemed to be in a hurry."

"Why didn't you say it earlier?" Wen Yiming knew that he was talking about the dragon soul, and Mo Ziyou could see the dragon soul, which proved that it was within these two months, and he didn't rush back in the Twin Cities Dabi at all, he felt inexplicably bad in his heart, and couldn't help but get anxious, and all his enlightenment disappeared completely.

At this time, his Shura battle body ended its advancement, but he finally entered the realm of the Shura sword body, and he only needed to comprehend the sword intent, which was the fourth order of the battle body.

Mozi was stunned for a moment and said, "You didn't ask either?"

Before the words fell, Wen Yiming had jumped out of the window.

Mozi You: ""