Ming Mo held the sword and walked slowly, the sword slid across the porcelain stone floor, making an elegant sound, as if to cater to the audience. Tensha smiled and applauded as he silently retreated back.

Standing in the center of the red carpet, he looked down at the shuriken. That sword is very uncomfortable to hold, probably because I am used to the original sword, and now I have no feel for any sword. "Alas, it's a pity that the battle with more than 1,000 people was shattered, and the old friends who had been with him for more than ten years were gone. He sighed a few words, but found that the affection was too deep, a few tears rolled in his eyes, and he held back to prevent it from staying.

Everyone was a little impatient, so they urged Ming Mo. Shen Mo raised his head, stretched out his hand and stabbed his sword into the air, but he left behind as if it didn't matter.

The sword was stuck diagonally in one of the pillars of the ceiling, and only the hilt of the sword was slightly exposed, which showed the depth of the force. Tiansha hurriedly praised: "He is worthy of being a master, and even the red kiln bricks on the ceiling of our house can pierce through." How did such a hard stone get in?"

Ming Mo said lightly: "It's nothing, it's just a coincidence that it was thrown at the contact point between the red pillar and the ceiling, which is fragile after all, and it doesn't take much effort to pierce it." "These sword-throwing skills he learned from Qi Xuan's sparring of hidden weapons, and over time he realized them thoroughly, and he learned them through practice, and integrated this skill with his sword skills, evolving into sword throwing. It's just that this kind of risky move Ming Mo always puts it on a desperate throw, such as the fight with more than a thousand people.

After Ming Mo finished speaking, his fingers flicked slightly, and the sword that flew out quickly returned to his hand, and the arc of return formed a light and shadow, directly breaking the quiet environment. Everyone applauded one after another, praising Ming Mo.

This is the mastery of the Dark Mo, that is, one of the inherited bloodline magic of the fallen angel clan, separating the divine consciousness to the hilt of the sword, so that he can control it with his spirit without holding the sword, which is very powerful, this is also the "thaumaturgy" developed by the Dark Mo using the bloodline magic, but there are limits to the scope. It's just more physically demanding, and often you run out of breath after a while. Ming Mo doesn't like to show off very much, so he doesn't like to show this trick either. "Since you're interested today, let's have a good time!" he thought to himself.

Then he threw the sword away, using his fingers to control its direction. The sword dancing wantonly in the sky seems to have thousands of white threads mixed and hybridized, very gorgeous and dazzling.

Everyone had forgotten to compliment, and they watched with shocked expressions as they watched as Darkness controlled the sword. After a while, Ming Mo stopped dancing his sword and prepared to step off the stage.

Suddenly, someone stood up and wanted to have a real duel with Shen Mo. When Ming Mo saw the man glancing at the sky, he already knew that it was someone from the Yin family, and he sneered first. "It turned out that after so many years of correspondence with the surname Yin, I finally saw his true face, hypocrisy and treacherous. Even if I don't know what you're thinking this time, I'll be fine as long as I break it with one sword. He whispered to himself.

Ming Mo posed, and the man also quickly followed, looking ready to go, and everyone was looking forward to it.

The man first slashed the sword vertically at Mingmo, and Mingmo sneered again, and easily dodged it, but after all, that person was not level, and as soon as he slashed vertically at Mingmo, the sword stabbed over the wind, as if he saw Mingmo's movement. Shen Mo blocked it with his sword, and then picked up a stab, and the other party continued to dodge.

After a few rounds in a row, Shen Mo already knew the weakness of that person - none of the attacks were all-out, and they all liked to put their spare strength in the second stage of attack. A false move frightened him to take precautions, and then slapped the hilt of the sword with his left hand, hitting him directly in the chest, causing him to kneel on one knee.

Shen Mo walked down silently, and said as he walked: "Your sword skills may be stronger than my son, if you really fight, you can be defeated by him in the first round with martial arts." ”