The moment the words fell, a sharp sword qi like green jasper pierced straight in, with a smooth green light, and the light contained a strange artistic conception in the sword qi.

Hsinchu Country, the reason why it is called Hsinchu Country, is because there is a huge Shenzhu in the country, and every year, there are countless Hsinchu births around Shenzhu.

Mo Wuchang has been practicing swords around Shenzhu since he was a child, he has not studied under anyone, and he has been by Shenzhu for a hundred years.

He took Shenzhu as his teacher and countless Hsinchu as his friends.

When it comes to talent, he is far inferior to the Heavenly Spirit Hand Ye Xin of the Konoha Kingdom, when it comes to old and spicy, he is not as good as the money and light of the Heather Country, and when it comes to carrying weight, he is not as good as the one who carries the Tiansang Kingdom behind him, but when it comes to purity, he is far beyond the remaining three.

Extreme to the sword, sincere to the sword.

This endless sword intent was realized by him on a thunderstorm night more than thirty years ago, and since then, he has achieved one of the strongest in this realm.

"Sword intent?"

Shang Luo's eyes were filled with jealousy.

The artistic conception of sword intent and sword intent is extremely difficult to comprehend, and it is the most test of the monk's talent in swords.

If there are many ways to improve strength, sword intent and sword intent can only be realized by relying on the monk's understanding.

Every monk who has realized the sword intent and sword intent is a strong person in the same rank.

In the Musang world, even the ghosts who are faintly known as the first in the world have not realized it.

"What a bonus. ”

The spiritual power ignited on Mo Li, and the two qi of killing and slaughtering and death were instantly attached to it.

Shang Luo's long knife was horizontal, and his backhand slashed out a half-crescent-shaped black and red sword qi, the sword qi collided with the sword qi, and in an instant, it could be seen that the sword qi was obviously at a disadvantage, and the terrifying aggression brought by the two qi of slaughter and death suppressed the sword qi of the green jasper to the inch, and it was even more eroding in reverse.

However, despite having the upper hand, his sword qi was never able to defeat that sword qi, and the green jasper was stained with mottled black and red, but in it, an endless artistic conception made the green jade light in the sword qi continue to recover.

It was as if the two armies were facing each other, one side was certainly suppressed, but behind it stood a group of Holy Light priests, and the nurses kept milking their own troops, making this duel stalemate.

"The speed of money and light, the impermanence of the sword intent, the outstanding people in the Musang world really have their uniqueness. ”

Shang Luo sighed in his heart, this kind of character is the essence of a world, and there may not be one in an era.

"It's a pity. ”

Although he cherished his talents in his heart, he did not change his intentions for this trip.

With a bang, the sword qi and the sword qi annihilated each other, the smoke and dust rose everywhere, Shang Luo stepped on the ground with both feet, and instantly sank into the smoke that filled the air.

However, at this moment, Shang Luo's face changed slightly, and his body immediately retreated backwards, and on his legs, dense wounds appeared, dripping with blood, although under the transcendent recovery power, those wounds recovered in less than a breath.

Looking at Mo Wuchang's body, the dying green plants from before were rejuvenated, green grass, wild flowers, and tall trees guarded Mo Wuchang, and each plant had a sword intent on it, swaying lightly as if it were conscious.

The dozens of green grasses at the front were stained with his blood, and the blood light gradually dimmed, and it was sucked into it, and those green grasses became more and more demonic.

"Grass and trees are swords, can they still absorb blood and spiritual power?"

At the moment just now, the spiritual power in his body was suddenly reduced.

"It's a little tricky. Shang Luo frowned.

Since unlocking the seal of the deer spirit and establishing the elixir garden, Shang Luo's elixir treasure fruit has continued, and the blood in his body has evolved towards the treasure blood under the accumulation of medicinal power, so it can be said that if a drop of his blood is given to mortals, it can make the other party prolong his life.

And the "Star Sea Immortal Yuan Sutra" he cultivated is also an extremely good one in the White Bone Dao, and it has been tempered by [Alchemy], and the quality of spiritual power far exceeds that of the same level.

However, these ordinary mortal grasses were able to absorb his blood and spiritual power.

"The mood is truly extraordinary. ”

Shang Luo's eyes were a little hot, those mortal grasses were undoubtedly under the influence of the impermanence of the sword intent of some kind of supernatural change.

It can be said that without the blessing of slaughter and death, he would not have the capital to fight head-on with Mo Wuchang.

Before, when facing Qian Peiguang, he also encountered this kind of difficult dilemma, at that time, he chose to use the [White Bone Mound] to fight with the stone puppet, and the result was not surprising, crushing Qian Peiguang in a short time.

But at this moment, throwing away the [White Bone Mound], throwing away the stone puppet, and fighting purely with the knife in his hand, he immediately felt the gap between him and Mo Wuchang.

The consequences of relying too much on the [White Bone Mound] made him slack off on his tempering.

After all, why should he fight hard with the knife in his hand when he can solve the enemy with a wave of his hand.

However, on the long road of cultivation, any enemy can be encountered, no matter how strong the [White Bone Tomb] is, but once he is restrained by the enemy, he will have to use the long knife in his hand to fight.

Whoosh ......

The sound of breaking the air sounded one after another, and Mo Wuchang instantly stabbed out several sword qi, and at the same time, those demonic flowers and plants also attacked together, the blades of grass stabbed like roots and sharp swords, and the petals of petals flew like boomerangs, whether it was grass blades or petals, they all carried the sword intent of rushing into the sky.

Shang Luo fought and retreated, Mo Li swung up and down, teasing or blocking, blocking more than 100 attacks one after another.

Under this stormy attack, he may be injured if he is distracted.

The jade-like sword qi is like a swimming fish, constantly changing directions, sometimes like a poisonous snake spitting letters, this kind of control of the sword qi like an arm and finger is something Shang Luo does not have.

His mind settled, although Shang Luo was on the defensive, his perception flowed into his heart like a trickle.

Every sword qi of Mo Wuchang is very tricky, and every attack of those flowers and plants is like a set of sword techniques, which certainly brings him a great threat, but in the same way, these threats are also the best teachers.

Swords and swords have a lot in common.

In particular, Moli is the kind of thin-edged long knife, which is more similar to a sword.

Counting up, when it comes to swordsmanship, Mo Wuchang is the most profound person Shang Luo has ever seen, why not be weaker than Mo Wuchang, but at that time, in order to test the combat power of the pupil ghost, he threw He Buwei to the pupil ghost, and now that he thinks about it, it seems a bit wasteful.

"He's learning my sword?"

Mo Wuchang was a little stunned, in the few counterattacks just now, he saw the shadow of his swordsmanship from those cold sword qi, maybe a little immature and rough, but it already had a rudimentary form.

Under life and death, it is the most testing person.

The fatal oppression brought about by the extreme pressure made Shang Luo like a shriveled sponge, sucking on the sword path that belonged to the impermanence.

In the depths of his mind, the progress of the [Sword Technique] in the panel kept jumping, and the speed was not too large, but it was steady.