After a moment, Mo Dao closed the book, closed his eyes and thought for a while. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Looks like it's almost." After a moment of silent thought in his heart, Mo Dao got up and drew his sword.

The door-like giant sword continued to fly and change in Mo Dao's hand, and a momentum that broke through thousands of jun slowly accumulated and precipitated on Mo Dao's body, and after a period of time, Mo Dao finally became familiar with the giant sword in his hand.

Suddenly, Mo Dao poured spiritual power into the flying sword and used his swordsmanship, slashing forward with force, and with Mo Dao's soft shout, "break", and suddenly a huge mountain rock in front of him exploded.

Seeing this result, Mo Dao was immediately overjoyed, in the past, he had a pair of fifteen-year-old unicorn arms no matter what weapon he had, so he had always wanted to have a flying sword that was chic and powerful.

As for the attack power of his unicorn arm, ahem, don't talk about it, he was completely a weak chicken before, and alchemy is okay As for the force, he is the existence that has been hanged and beaten.

Seeing the power of the sword technique, Mo Dao was immediately full of confidence, full of longing for his future life, and one day he would be able to beat his senior sister!

Letting go of what he thought in his heart, Mo Dao started the most basic sword practice again, constantly chopping, chopping, stabbing, stabbing cough cough cough cough cough So Mo Dao only kept practicing chopping and splitting.

The sun shone on Mo Dao's slightly immature but somewhat resolute and mature face, and the sword in his hand kept dancing, once, twice, three times...... A thousand times, but as time passed, his face was also covered with sweat, although it was very bitter, but Mo Dao was very happy, because it made him feel very full, and he could feel that he was making progress and becoming stronger a little bit, which was much more than alchemy.

Time is like water, and there is always no word, and before you know it, Mo Dao has been practicing in the back mountain for two hours.

"Alas, I'm tired brother, no, no, it looks like I have to take a break." Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Mo Dao shouted repeatedly.

After speaking, he fell straight back, lying between a field of flowers and green grass, Mo Dao looked at the sky in a daze, the sky is still so beautiful, people can't help but relax, Mo Dao likes the sky whether it is day or night, no matter when the sky is so beautiful, so fascinating.

One day I will be able to walk on the clouds and touch the endless stars, Mo Dao clenched his fists and thought silently.

Thinking of this, Mo Dao was suddenly full of motivation, and without saying a word, he directly lifted the giant sword and began to practice again and again.

Half an hour later, I saw Mo Daobaojian standing in place, as if he was pondering and brewing something.

After a moment, Mo Dao opened his eyes suddenly.

"The first type, chasing stars" burst into cheers with Mo Dao.

He jumped forward suddenly, the giant sword was raised above his head, and the spiritual power of his whole body frantically poured into the giant sword, and then Mo Dao swung it vigorously to the ground.

With a "bump", a deep pit of half a zhang size was directly formed on the ground.

However, Mo Dao did not stop, but continued to move forward three steps in a row at an incredible speed, which was even better than the momentum on Mo Dao's body just now.

Ascend, climb, climb, three steps passed, and a burst of shouts followed.

"Second Formula, Month by Month"

The giant sword was in Mo Dao's hand, and it turned around from top to bottom, just like a full moon in a river, and then slashed at the hard cliff wall in front of it, there was no loud noise, no collision, the cliff wall in front of it was like tofu, and the giant sword went directly to the hilt of the sword, and a huge crack was cut out.

Seeing this result, Mo Dao smiled, and then muttered to himself, "This power ...... It's better than those who practice Qi Ninefold. ”

Mo Dao is also a person who does not pay attention to it, and the sword is still inserted on the cliff without pulling it out, he directly sits down and meditates to recover his spiritual power, the power of the two sword tricks is great, but the price is also quite large, directly consuming his three layers of spiritual power, plus the consumption of previous exercises, the spiritual power in his body is directly about to bottom out, as for the third type of sword technique? I can't use it now!

After an hour, Mo Dao finally recovered the spiritual power of his whole body and stood up.

In fact, Mo Dao is quite confused now, now just the second form of the sword technique is three points more powerful than the nine-fold qi training, this is completely unreasonable, right?

"What is the reason why the strength that makes him comparable to the ninefold peak of Qi cultivation is that the sword technique itself is extremely powerful? Or is it the reason for the mysterious spiritual power in his body? Or is it the weird flying sword in your own hand? Mo Dao muttered incomprehensibly.

After thinking about it for a while, Mo Dao didn't delve into it, anyway, his strength has improved, right? Isn't it a bad thing, why hold on to it?

Looking at the flying sword in his hand, Mo Dao felt that he really liked this refined flying sword, and when he used it, he always felt that there was a feeling of blood connection like an arm, although it looked very huge, it didn't feel bulky to use.

"I haven't named this flying sword yet, well, what's the best name? It's so big, like a door panel, or is it called a giant blade? ”

"No, no, no, the name of the giant blade is too vulgar, and it insults my brother's prestige." followed Mo Dao and denied his thoughts.

"How can a person who wants to set foot in the void use a common name, yes! In that case, then you can call it Chop, I hope that one day I can take you to step into the void and slash Chen! That's right, it's called Chochen, and the sword name is Chochen! In the end, Mo Dao said excitedly and loudly.

Mo Dao didn't notice in his excitement that two quaint and mysterious fonts with a sense of vicissitudes slowly formed at both ends of the hilt, and the flying sword seemed to light up a little in an instant, and inadvertently seemed to be no different from the original.

Happy, Mo Dao wanted to try the power of the third type, the first two powerful Mo Dao can be said to be extremely satisfied, and naturally he is full of expectations for the third style!

Without saying a word, Mo Dao suddenly pulled out the slash that was inserted on the cliff wall and prepared to practice the third form, and the slashing speed of Mo Dao's hand danced, and the spiritual power of the whole body surged extremely quickly.

"The third style, Luochen" In Mo Dao's voice, he seemed to be muttering to himself, and he waved his hand to the waterhole next to him.

A "bump" sounded, but Mo Dao stood with a strange face fighting his sword, the sword trick was too powerful? No! It's so small that it shocks Mo Dao, it's a little stronger than the first type, and it's far worse than the second type! And he played like this when he was in the best condition, this third form is a pit person! Before you can trap the enemy, you will pit yourself!

"What's wrong? It can't be that the first two styles of sword tricks are very good, and the third style is a pit? Something must be wrong. Mo Dao calmed down and thought about it.

Unable to think of a reason, Mo Dao took out the secret book of the sword technique and looked at it again, and after a while, Mo Dao closed the sword technique and realized why he did not exert the power of the third type.

"The three-style sword technique should superimpose the power and momentum and surpass the limit, and my first two styles are coherently cut out, so they are as powerful as they should be, but the third style I cut out alone, without the superposition of the power and momentum of the first two styles, so the power of the third style is only one point stronger than the first style.

It seems that this sword trick still has some flaws, if the enemy interrupts the superposition of momentum, the sword trick will not be able to exert its due power, and if the enemy is too strong to the point of seriously injuring himself with one blow, then the sword trick will also be useless, alas, in general, this sword trick is still very good, and the advantages far outweigh the disadvantages. After some thought, Mo Dao summed up such a paragraph.

Thinking about what he had done wrong, Mo Dao didn't talk nonsense, and held Qichen in his hand again.

"The first type, chasing stars!"

"The second type, month by month!"

"The third type, Luochen!"

shouted three times in succession, and the slash in Mo Dao's hand also swung out to the waterhole on the side one after another.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

The sound of explosions in the waterhole sounded one after another, and the waterhole also exploded a three-zhang high wave, and then the water splashed, and Mo Dao was directly drenched into a soup chicken under surprise.

However, Mo Dao didn't mind, but cracked his mouth and laughed: "This is the power that the three types should have, but the enemy condensation vein!" ”

But no matter how you look at this picture, it feels weird, well, Mo Dao's current appearance looks not much different from that of a fool.

"Yes, today's harvest is huge, you can end it, go home." After speaking, Mo Dao happily picked up Qichen and walked towards his hut.

Note: The three styles of the sword trick are actually the grandson who has the ability to take the three swords from his grandfather, but he can't shout stupidly like this when he practices by himself, so Mo Dao added a nice name to each of its styles.