The two are dozens of steps apart, because it is a swordsmanship competition, so this distance is also far away. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Mo Chen was still holding the bladeless long sword as white as jade, but it looked more like a huge bone up close. Mo Chen held the imperial sword in one hand, which was difficult for ordinary people to wield, and took a good posture. "Master, if you don't draw your sword again, I'm going to attack."

"Come on," Wu Ming smiled faintly.

Mo Chen frowned, a little unable to see through, so he decided to test it first. The corners of his mouth curled slightly, revealing a somewhat treacherous smile. The sudden attack, for You Long Tanbu Mo Chen, he has never relaxed his practice, and now he is at the point of perfection. Mo Chen was still rushing on the left, and suddenly appeared on the right, and in a trance, there seemed to be Mo Chen's figure on the left, like an afterimage. In another instant, Mo Chen appeared above the Immortal. Swing your sword and slash down. Suddenly, Mo Chen paused in mid-air, and the sword seemed to be covered

Hard objects block the general. Mo Chen took advantage of the situation to retreat, and saw that Wu Shen's hand was in a state of holding, so it was, it was the master's sword. "Now it's my turn." The figure of Wu Shen suddenly disappeared, and appeared in front of Mo Chen like a ghost, the invisible sword slashed down, and Mo Chen resisted with his sword. However, the sword of the Immortal seemed to have penetrated directly through the imperial sword, directly cutting through Mo Chen's clothes. Only then did Mo Chen realize that he had misestimated the length of the sword.

Mo Chen burst back a few steps, and then rushed forward violently, and the sound of swords colliding with swords was very crisp. As the two swords scorched, Mo Chen moved his sword along the edge of the invisible sword, sending out a burst of sparks with a sharp sound.

"Finally know the length of the sword." Mo Chen fought back again. But even so, the first time he faced such a sword, Mo Chen still suffered a great loss, and in some cases, he couldn't predict the coming of the sword at all, and suddenly even the second trick of the sword god couldn't play too much role. Ten rounds later, Mo Chen's clothes were already in tatters, and there was only one scratch on Wu Ming's body.

"Yes, it's rare to have such a keen reflexes and strain. What I want to tell you is that the situation you will face next will be even more difficult and unexpected than the one you have just faced. So always have a cool head. “

"It's the master, but what's the name of this sword?"

"This sword is nameless and rarely recorded, but those who know it call it 'Ghost Sword.'" Wu Ming seemed to think of something, and then continued, "Kendo emphasizes justice, but there is no justice on this continent at all, unscrupulous means are the way to survive, and having strength can make people awe-inspiring, so I hope you are more careful." ”

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"It's been more than a year, and I'm still leaving." Mo Chen was still a little reluctant to give up on this place. After all, there is so much to carry here. Mo Chen looked at this familiar place and was about to regain its calmness, which was really a little sad.

"There's a volume of spiritual maps about the formation, I'm afraid I'm not accomplished enough, I haven't been able to comprehend, this spirit array legend comes from magic, maybe you can find a way to break the seal, but everything is fate, can't be forced.

The fire crystal I said I found in the volcano over there a long time ago, and it's just a prototype, so you have a good chance of taking it, but you have to do what you can, and before that you have to find an elixir called fire avoidance, that pill is not man-made, but refined by heaven and earth, and it is frozen in fire crystals, and you can only get close to the fire crystal after taking that thing.

Bring this sword to the Sect Master of the Northern Sword Sect, and take her to apologize. And if you want that jade tablet, go to the Demon Sound Valley first, and they will know with this sword. This sword is far less demanding of the master than yours, so you can try to use it later.

And if you have the opportunity in the future, you must go to Shushan, there will be something that interests you.

Okay, it's getting late, don't ruin your reputation in the future, be careful that I don't recognize you as an apprentice. "Wuming has felt verbose about himself, but he has become the most hated appearance of himself before." Creation makes people. I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.

Wu Ming handed over everything he could to Mo Chen, and Wu Ming seemed to see in Mo Chen the situation when he left the master and went out to wander before. In the drizzle, the mountain breeze was blowing, and the last thing the master handed over to Wuming was a paper umbrella.

"One day as a teacher and a lifelong father, the master has the grace of reinvention for Mo Chen, and the great kindness cannot be repaid, and he will not disgrace the name of the teacher in the future." Mo Chen knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times. Turn and leave.

On the day of leaving, Mo Chen walked out of the space without spiritual power, and the space behind him suddenly closed, as if it had never existed, like a dream, Mo Chen stretched out his hand and felt the same space as the outside, and the spiritual power seemed to be filled with all of a sudden, perhaps it had never been lost.

"It's a place of its own, no wonder I never seem to have stepped out of it. But what if it's all true? Mo Chen's "non-existent" sword looked at the faintly visible waterfall over there, "Such a beautiful empty valley, but after leaving, there is only empty and secluded, let's call you the empty valley." ”

It was drizzling, the breeze was blowing, bringing the fragrance of earth and grass, and the spiritual power that was neither thick nor thin was so pleasant. The end of one story is also the beginning of another.

Mo Chen thought of the sudden hug at the entrance of the village, the girl in Tsing Yi who sacrificed herself to save her, the long-lost empire that brought Mo Chen glory, and Uncle Lin, one of the four great sword saints, and the person who never remembered.

All the good things are in the memories after the experience.