The young Ding Mo was not a pure indifferent person, he and his sister depended on each other and lived in a small town outside the city.

There weren't many people in the town, but like most people, they were martial and enthusiastic, and they helped the two siblings.

It's just that when they walked out of the town and came to the big city outside, they saw a lot of people's warmth and warmth, those eyes with ridicule and insult, and he believed that he would never forget it for the rest of his life.

And when he passed the selection of the Sword Mansion with the first place in the city, the eyes of those strangers changed again, and they became more enthusiastic than the people in the town, but they made him feel cold.

Therefore, when Ding Mo was hunted down and killed by the people in the Sword Mansion, he did not choose to return to the city that participated in the selection, but secretly returned to the town.

He didn't know at that time that those disciples in the Sword Mansion had been following him all along, trying in vain to trace down his roots and prevent future troubles.

The people of the town suffered an unjustified disaster because of this, and all died overnight, under the noses of Ding Mo and his sister.

And the murderers are the three people in front of them, the three devils who can no longer be called people.

Ding Mo's hands no longer trembled, he was told that killing people was evil since he was a child, but he now understood that killing evil people is not for evil, but for doing good.

Killing one wicked person can save hundreds of innocent people.

Laugh at!

Ding Mo held his crystal blue sword in his hand, and stabbed out with a sword, which was mediocre, but it seemed to have been tempered and sharpened.

He had never been exposed to swordsmanship, so he could only hone his basic sword moves over and over again, and he could no longer remember how many swords he had stabbed.

Thousands of tempers are steel, not to mention, this bland thorn, Ding Mo has practiced for more than three years.

This thorn was like a bolt of lightning slashing, and even Gu Zheng and Bai Feng Wunu in the back had their eyes lit up.

Precise and ruthless, sending away another young man, Ding Mo's sword hand became more and more stable, and the bloody aura in his eyes faded a lot.

"Please, spare my life, I'm willing to give all the Xuanjing!"

The last young man, who had already been frightened, saw the cold and ruthless eyes sweeping over, and hurriedly prostrate on the ground and begged for mercy.

Ding Mo's mind flashed over the townspeople who were still protecting their brothers and sisters before they died.

They don't even have a chance to beg for mercy, maybe, they don't want to bow their heads and beg for mercy at all, right?

Burst!

With a horizontal slash of the sword, a line of blood appeared on the neck of the last young man, and a pair of eyes widened round, and finally covered with dust as the human head hit the ground.

Ding Mo fell to his knees, facing northwest, which was the direction of the town, and knocked his head three times.

The blood in his eyes receded, and the sound of Xuan Li flowing suddenly came from his body, and the Xuan Li around Ding Mo roared, and the sound was terrifying.

"The heart knot has just gone, he is about to break through!" Bai Feng exclaimed, the thirteen-year-old meteorological realm was really a little terrifying.

Gu Zheng's figure flashed, came to Ding Mo's side, and with a wave of his hand, the surrounding ice and rain drove away, and dozens of top-grade Xuanjing were scattered around the young man, turning into dust, bringing a more intense surging of Xuan power.

At the same time, Gu Zheng's calm but implied soul power voice went straight into Ding Mo's mind, soothing the confusion and panic in Ding Mo's heart.

"Condensing the image into the weather, condensing the soul, and communicating the source of the sword, can the sword qi be released to hurt people outside the sword. ”

"Breaking through the meteorological environment is a process of quantitative change to qualitative change. This qualitative change is not only the condensation of the sword source and the divine soul, but also a choice. ”

"You are extremely talented, you must seize this opportunity to split the Soul Splitting Sword!"

......

Gu Zheng's voice seemed to contain some kind of magic power, which made the lonely and helpless Ding Mo instantly calm down, and followed Gu Zheng's guidance, absorbing the mysterious power at the same time, preparing to split the soul splitting sword.

In fact, this is Gu Zheng's wonderful use of the Xuan Technique 'Tiger Horror', similar to the soul cleansing effect of the Xuan Sword Master, and it is very appropriate to use it at this time.

Ding Mo is talented, Gu Zheng loves talent, and he doesn't want him to miss this opportunity.

Such a talent, if you only cultivate one sword, it is too wasteful.

Time passed, and with the dozens of top-grade Xuanjing triggered by Gu Zheng, Ding Mo seemed to be in a sea of Xuan power, and the sword source in his body finally changed qualitatively.

The divine soul in the sea of consciousness also began to condense, until at a certain moment, this accumulation reached its peak, and Gu Zheng's voice sounded again, like an initiation.

"Split the soul!"

According to Gu Zheng's instructions, Ding Mo took the initiative to start splitting the divine soul, and he finally felt the sharp pain.

It's just that Ding Mo has already experienced countless sufferings at a young age, and he turned a deaf ear to this kind of pain from the depths of his soul, except for his face being a little blue, he didn't even snort.

Gu Zheng nodded with satisfaction, having more confidence in Ding Mo, and at the same time began to look forward to what Ding Mo's second Xuanjian would be.

The soul split went smoothly, and the next thing was to witness the birth of the second Xuanjian.

The surging Xuan Force suddenly paused, and then hit Ding Mo's dantian more and more violently, and the second sword also split out at this moment.

At that moment, the five girls of Bai Feng who were watching around had a delusion, as if the young man who was sitting in the rain suddenly disappeared without a trace, escaping from their perception.

"It's ...... Dark Xuanjian!" Gu Zheng noticed the change for the first time, and he was a little surprised in his heart.

This is a rare Dark Xuanjian in the mainland, and it is listed as an outlier of the Xuanjian Master, along with the Light Xuanjian, the Purple Thunder Xuanjian, and the Qingfeng Xuanjian, which is rare and powerful.

Gu Zheng didn't expect that he would witness the birth of a dark Xuanjian master here, this kind of Xuanjian really matched Ding Mo's temperament.

The Dark Swordsman, known as a ghost walking in the dark night, is a natural killer embryo, coming and going without a trace, the sword is invisible, and it is extremely powerful.

Another hour passed, and Ding Mo had just finished his work, stabilized the restlessness after the breakthrough, and opened his eyes.

At this moment, Ding Mo's injuries had healed, and his delicate face showed a touch of excitement, and then quickly fell silent.

In the black and white eyes, there is a faint condensation of ferocious energy, as if it was born, not acquired.

Ding Mo saw Gu Zheng standing beside him with an indifferent expression at first sight, hurriedly got up, bowed his head, and shouted in a deep voice:

"The grace of the adult's recreation, Ding Mo repays it with death, and is willing to be the shadow Deadpool next to the adult for the rest of his life. ”

The five white phoenix girls all showed different colors, because they could see that this young man followed his will until he died, and his words and demeanor were not half fake.

Deadpool!

is different from the sword attendant in the Sword Mansion, which is a real personal servant, and he must not betray his master for the rest of his life.

Gu Zheng's expression was cold, he glanced at Ding Mo who was kneeling on the ground, and pondered for a moment before he said coldly:

"I did not save you and help you, not to repay you with death. It's easy to die, but it's hard to live. If you want to follow, you can be my named disciple for the time being. ”

Gu Zheng said that, Ding Mo cried with joy.

(End of chapter)