Chu Haoyu didn't know what Mo Wangsheng was thinking, but seeing that his expression was focused, Chu Haoyu didn't say anything more, but ran wildly.

His mind kept turning, but Mo Wangsheng's footsteps never paused in the slightest, Yun Shuyunjuan's footsteps were calm and freehand, and the speed was fast, asking Chu Haoyu to chase with all his might.

At this moment, Mo Wusheng couldn't help but think of Bahel's words, forgot the way, got the knife and let go of the knife, found his true self and became a generation of grandmasters.

"Don't be false, don't die and don't live, it's for real people." Reciting it silently in the bottom of his heart, Mo Forgetsheng couldn't help but recall the scene when everyone fought in the First World War, especially Bahel's last knife, turning his true self into a knife, and integrating himself with the knife and the Tao. With the cultivation of Mo Forgetsheng, you can also turn the knife into the Tao, but how can you integrate the knife and the Tao?

In the silence, Mo Wusheng suddenly had a hint of intention, and opened his mouth to ask: "Seventh son, the old man asked you, what did your father say to you, which is the most unforgettable for you." ”

Chu Haoyu didn't expect Mo Weisheng to take the initiative to speak, and he was even more surprised by his question, and Chu Haoyu suddenly found that he didn't know how to answer at all.

Chu Tianfeng really loves Chu Haoyu very much, and even has to take time to see him every day, but maybe he is too familiar, Chu Haoyu has not paid attention to his father's words at all, as if he does not believe that his father will leave him at all.

After thinking for a moment, Chu Haoyu shook his head and said: "Sect Master, Xiao Qi really can't remember, it's just that the Sect Master must not be calling any son, just call me Xiao Qi, my father, queen and mother are all called like this." Speaking of this, Chu Haoyu asked quite suspiciously: "Sect Master, what do you want to know, tell Xiao Qi directly, I can't tell Xiao Qi what Xiao Qi can think of?" ”

Mo Wusheng didn't answer, but asked again: "Xiao Qi, what do you think is the Grandmaster Realm?" ”

After thinking for a moment, Chu Haoyu shook his head and replied: "The kid is shallow, he hasn't thought about this problem at all, and he doesn't know anything about it. Speaking of this, there was a pause, but Chu Haoyu opened his mouth and asked, "Sect Master, do you want to know the scene of your father's epiphany, and his state after becoming a grandmaster?" ”

Mo Wusheng didn't hide it from him, nodded and said: "Your father is a master of the Grandmaster Realm, and he has found his true self, so he doesn't need to be deliberate at all, his words and deeds must be in line with the law, especially for Xiao Qi." ”

This time, Chu Haoyu thought about it very seriously for a while, and finally opened his mouth and said, "I don't know what to say." For Xiao Qi, he is a kind and lovely father, a little busy, a little naughty, smiling, but he can always hold me. At the end of the words, Chu Haoyu had a trace of tenderness in his eyes, but his face became more and more gloomy. Now, it's all gone, and he, Chu Haoyu, is no longer the ignorant naughty boy.

When Chu Haoyu's words fell, Mo Wusheng couldn't help but be silent for a while. He believed Chu Haoyu's words, because Chu Tianfeng's cultivation was the way of sentient beings, so seeing Chu Haoyu's birth with his own eyes could have an epiphany, so he showed his truest self in front of Chu Haoyu. At this moment, Mo Wusheng suddenly believed Bahel's words a little, did Chu Tianfeng really die, or did he take the opportunity to break away from the court and the world, is this move affectionate or ruthless?

Contrary to Chu Tianfeng, Bahel practiced ruthless Taoism, ruthless enough to give up his life and death, but at the last moment, he wanted everyone to bury him, and even more wanted Chu Haoyan's life, because he was the prince of Great Chu and the enemy of Mobei. Is this move ruthless or merciful?

At this moment, Mo Wusheng suddenly realized that he had missed something, and suddenly stopped, Mo Wusheng stared straight at Chu Haoyu and said, "Seventh Prince, if the old man can break through the Grandmaster Realm, it will all be thanks to Gongzi." At the end of the words, Mo Wangsheng even bowed down and saluted Chu Haoyu.

Looking at Mo Wangsheng, Chu Haoyu was a little puzzled, but when he saw Mo Wusheng actually bowing to him, Chu Haoyu seemed to understand a little, but hurriedly stretched out his hand to support Mo Wangsheng, and said at the same time: "The sect master is serious, it can't be deserved, it can't be deserved." ”

Standing up, Mo Wangsheng said lightly: "In this life, the old man is dedicated to the pursuit of martial arts, and for this reason, he does not hesitate to give up everything, even if he is in charge of the Holy Sect, it is just a practice. Hongchen refines his heart, but the old man only cares about refining and loses his heart. ”

Hearing Mo Wangsheng say this, Chu Haoyu became more and more puzzled, and opened his mouth to ask: "The sect master pursues martial arts, pursues a Dao heart, how can he be lost?" ”

Shaking his head, Mo Wangsheng opened his mouth and said, "This heart is not the other's heart." Speaking of this, Mo Wangsheng looked up at the endless night sky and said lightly: "Since ancient times, there is a saying that the Tao gives birth to one, life to two, two to three, and three to all things. One is the Tao we are pursuing, the true self we are talking about, and to find this one, we need to go through the world, birth, old age, death, joys and sorrows. It's just that people can be ruthless, some people choose to be ruthless, and some people choose to be ruthless, which is the so-called two. ”

After a pause at this, Mo Wusheng shook his head again and said: "In the past, the old man thought that this two was the body and mind, the martial arts and the body and mind, the spirit and the body, once the two were united, he could find the true self and break through the grandmaster realm, but now it seems that the old man's realm is not enough to see through." Therefore, the old man must thank the son. ”

Chu Haoyu never thought that his words would make Mo Wangsheng feel emotional, and even find a way to break through the Grandmaster Realm, but he could tell himself that it was enough for him to take many detours. Now Chu Haoyu is no longer ignorant of that child, and has his own pursuit.

Looking at Mo Yisheng, Chu Haoyu said slowly: "The sect master is too polite, the little nephew just has no intention of saying it, if you really say thank you, the little nephew will also thank the sect master." ”

After looking at Chu Haoyu for a moment, Mo Wangsheng suddenly laughed and said, "Since you call yourself a little nephew, then the old man will persuade you again, be ruthless and ruthless, and think about it." Speaking of this, Mo Wangsheng raised his eyebrows lightly, and said proudly: "Let's go, the old man is happy today, and he has to pick a few heads to drink." At the end of the day, he flew out like a wind, because he had sensed someone approaching.

Chu Haoyu's speed was fast enough, but when he arrived, Mo Wangsheng was carrying a wine bag and drinking, and there were more than a dozen corpses in front of him. There was not a trace of blood, and everyone did not even draw their scimitars, and their eyes were scattered as if they were shocked or afraid. Looking at Mo Wangsheng's back, Chu Haoyu couldn't help but be silent for a while, how much effort does it take to solve them so easily.

After pouring a big sip of wine, Mo Wusheng casually threw the wine bag over, and then shouted: "Men should kill, kill mercilessly." Immortal karma is all in killing. In the past, there were rich men, and they were righteous and promised. The eyes are murderous, and the body is lighter than a feather. There are also heroes and tyrants, killing people like hemp, galloping all over the world, only boasting about swords and guns......"

Mo Wangsheng's voice was clear and heroic, resounding in the sky. Soon, Tatar masters arrived, but no one dared to pounce, because Mo Wangsheng was a master at first glance, because they were waiting. The scimitar out of the sheath, the world is slaughtered.

Mo Wangsheng's voice became more and more intense, and at this moment, another voice came from a distance, saying: "Don't tremble, there is a song to listen to: killing one is a crime, and slaughtering ten thousand is a hero." Slaughter 9 million, that is, the male of the male. The male is the male, the way is different: see through the thousand-year-old name of benevolence and righteousness, but make this life majestic. Good name does not love bad name, and murder is not punished. It is better to teach 10,000 people to grit their teeth and hate them, and not to teach them to scold me. Looking at the world for 5,000 years, where heroes do not kill? ”

This is Chu Haoyan's voice. After singing a man's song, Chu Haoyan laughed and said, "Brother Mo's pride, how can Hao Yan not accompany and kill!" At the end of the words, Chu Haoyan had already rushed forward.

Mo Wusheng and Chu Haoyan rushed into the crowd at the same time, waving their palms, someone was always going to fall. Hearing Chu Haoyan's words, Mo Wusheng also smiled and shouted, "Okay, be a big white." ”

Looking at the backs of the two, Chu Haoyu also had a supreme fighting intent, and laughed: "I, Chu Haoyu, am here!" In the shout, Chu Haoyu swung his knife and rushed into the knife formation, and the long knife passed, and it was bloody.

Standing in the distance, Odungerile watched all this with cold eyes, even as the three of them slaughtered the Tatar warriors. His trip was to intercept and kill Chu Haoyan and Chu Haoyu, since both of them were here, no matter what the price was, he had to leave them behind.

If one person falls, one person will make up for it, absolutely no one will flinch, and besides, the sword guards have already surrounded them.

Killing the last person, Chu Haoyan set his eyes on the knife formation, and said with a smile: "Brother Mo, join forces to break through?" ”

Even though he killed countless people, Mo Wusheng did not have a trace of blood on his body, nodded and said, "That's exactly what I mean." At the end of the words, Mo Wangsheng suddenly flew away and pounced.

Seeing that Mo Forget came alive, a knife hand shouted: "Kill! ”

With a cold shout, dozens of swordsmen threw out the Wind Thunder Knife in their hands at the same time. The sharp or slow scimitar, connected into a piece like a gust of wind swept towards the three people, is the most famous whirlwind knife in Mobei.

In the face of the rain of swords, with the ability not to forget life, he could only temporarily avoid his edge, and his suddenly raised body flew straight into the sky, but at this moment, several scimitars flew past him.

Staring at the flying scimitar, the cold light flashed in Mo Wangsheng's eyes, and with a wave of his hand, he grabbed a scimitar in his hand, and then threw it out. Although Mo Wusheng has never cultivated the whirling knife, he can cultivate his martial arts, and what moves are not at his fingertips. The spinning scimitar fell into the knife formation in an instant, and several heads were cut off.

With one sword, Mo Forgetsheng threw out the two scimitars again, and then turned into a phantom and pounced on the crowd. Mo Wangsheng's speed was extremely fast, almost imperceptible to the naked eye, but just as he was about to pounce into the crowd, three masters came up to meet him, blocking Mo Wangsheng's attack and fighting with him.

The martial arts of these three people are not bad, and a scimitar is even more perfect, and with the cooperation of each other, Mo Wusheng was forced to stop him, but Mo Wusheng's martial arts were profound, and he found a gap, and pointed his sword at the palm of one person's hand. Suddenly, the man staggered backwards, and finally fell to the ground.

One person retreated, and someone immediately made up for it, and the wielded scimitar slashed straight at Mo Wangsheng's chest, and the other two scimitars took him upper, middle and lower three ways respectively.

Three scimitars, the top one slashed at Mo Wangsheng's brain, the knife was plain but with a dignified atmosphere; A knife in the chest is sharp and murderous; The knife at the bottom is as fast as the wind, giving birth to a whining sound, which is very soul-grabbing. Moreover, none of the three had any protection, only attack, either the enemy was killed or I was killed.

Staring at the three scimitars, the cold light flashed in Mo Wangsheng's eyes, and with a wave of his hand, he slashed the knife on the top scimitar first, and then quickly retreated with the power of the shock.

Hard-connected Mo Forgetsheng stabbed, the man's body couldn't help but tremble, and finally fell to the ground like a ball of soft mud, but at this moment, another person pounced.

At this moment, Mo Wusheng finally understood the reason why this sword array was difficult to break, because they were a group of dead soldiers, although Mo Wusheng could use the supreme Xuan Gong to kill them, but hundreds of swordsmen would tire him to death if they were tired.