The black giant peaks, like sharp swords, plunged into the void, giving people a majestic and shocking aura.

The terrain of the canyon is as flat as a mirror, as if a giant is holding a sharp sword and flattening it with supreme divine power.

Mo Tian raised his eyes and looked around, in the entire black world, there was no half a figure, only a sharp sword qi, whistling in his ears.

Mo Tian climbed the mountainside of a giant peak, looked down into the distance, and only saw the vast black plain, which stretched to the end of the black sky.

In this black world, the demonic qi is very condensed, so that the nine demonic qi in Mo Tian's body can't help but run on its own.

Mo Tian held the idea that what he had come would be safe, sat cross-legged on the mountainside of the giant peak, ran the Demon Heaven Slaughter Record, and began to cultivate.

Mo Tian is resolute and has not been disturbed by the atmosphere of loneliness in this black world.

Gradually, he only had cultivation in his heart, reaching the state of forgetting both things and himself.

The world outside his body seemed to move with Mo Tian's mind, and the cultivation meridian diagrams recorded by the Demon Heaven Slaughter were presented in the world of Mo Tian's consciousness in the majestic posture of hundreds of rivers and mountains and rifts.

This magic sword diagram was painted by the saint, which contains the saint's supreme understanding of martial arts.

What the saint cultivates is the avenue of heaven and earth, and he understands nature!

Their comprehension of martial arts goes straight to the origin of the Dao!

In the black world, hundreds of rivers and mountains and rifts are constantly changing their attitudes. A black air current, in a special way, shuttles between them. It seemed to be guiding Mo Tian's cultivation.

Mo Tian sat cross-legged, motionless like a mountain.

The demonic black qi formed a black storm that poured into the meridians of Mo Tian's body.

In Mo Tian's body, the Demon Heaven Slaughter Record operated in an almost crazy way, constantly refining these demonic qi and transforming them into the Nine Demon Demons.

Time flew by in the cultivation, and at a certain moment on a certain day, Mo Tian's eyes suddenly opened, and nine black cyclones swept out of his dantian, surrounding him, faintly forming the shape of a demon soldier.

The first layer of the Demon Heaven Slaughter Record, cultivate the domineering demon heart, and refine the fierce demonic qi!

The second layer of the Demon Heaven Slaughter Record is called the Three Thousand Demon Soldiers.

The Nine Demons Qi in Mo Tian's body, with the help of the Endless Demon Qi and the cultivation guidance of the Black World, already had a faint tendency to condense into the first demon soldier.

At the same time, the true qi condensed into the Xuanbing Soldiers, which was also the symbol of the Xuanwu Realm martial artists.

Mo Tian's current cultivation has already entered the ninefold peak of the Qi Martial Realm, and he is only one step away from being able to condense the demon soldiers and step into the Xuanwu Realm!

The phantom of the demon soldier formed by the nine cyclones had just entered the body.

"Boom, boom!" The black world shook for a while, the mountains shook, the giant peaks collapsed, and the rivers flowed backwards.

A black world, instantly reduced to nothingness.

In the void, a black shadow, holding a magic sword, stabbed straight at Mo Tian's chest.

Mo Tian's pupils shrank, and he hurriedly raised his sword to block.

The sword moves of the black shadow are simple and unpretentious. But the other party's comprehension of kendo is very high.

The magic sword slashed out against the Qilin Sword and pierced through Mo Tian's chest.

Everything seems so weird, yet so natural!

This sword contains profound sword intent, a very terrifying sword!

Mo Tian's chest hurt, the other party's sword had been withdrawn from his body, and the black shadow trembled and disappeared.

The next moment, the light and shadow flashed, and a black shadow appeared from another direction, stabbing at him with a sword.

This time, Mo Tian saw clearly that it was a handsome man with a tall figure and a face like a crown of jade.

"Tianhe!" Mo Tian was taken aback and couldn't help but exclaim.

The shape of that black shadow is the Tianhe Demon Emperor Wan Tianhe back then!

The black shadow was expressionless, and a sword pierced Mo Tian's chest.

Mo Tian clutched his chest, but did not fall.

"It's not true, it's just a sword intent body condensed by demonic aura!" Mo Tian sighed in his heart, and the Qilin sword shook and met the sword stabbed by the black shadow.

Mo Tian displayed the Vermilion Bird Sword Technique, the power of the flame stars, and the demonic qi on the magic sword, which were fiercely entangled.

The phantom of the Tianhe Demon Emperor exerted a power that was on par with Mo Tian, but the other party's comprehension of the way of the sword was obviously higher than that of Mo Tian.

After thirteen moves, Mo Tian was once again pierced through the chest by the magic sword.

Mo Tianzhen, who was sitting in the Taiji diagram of the Hidden Sword Room, covered his chest with a painful look on his face.

His consciousness entered the Demon Sword Diagram, but his real body sat in the Taiji Diagram, guided by the perception in the Demon Sword Diagram, absorbing the spiritual energy in the Great Spirit Gathering Array to cultivate.

The phantom of the Tianhe Demon Emperor pierced Mo Tian's chest, and the black shadow reappeared, killing Mo Tian with his sword again.

What the Demon Emperor Phantom Shadow used was not a sword move, but a sword intent.

Fighting with the black shadow repeatedly, on the third day, Mo Tian was able to resist more than 100 moves before he was stabbed by the other party.

That is, from this day on, the black shadow no longer appeared, and the void space once again turned into an endless dark world.

In the dark world, the seven sword peaks, tall and tall, with different forms, stood in front of Mo Tian.

Seven sword peaks, like seven different swords!

Mo Tian's heart moved, sat cross-legged, and quietly contemplated.

The seven sword peaks contain the supreme artistic conception of swordsmanship!

When Mo Tian realized something, he immediately got up and danced the sword with his hand.

His sword moves, sometimes nine shades and horizontal, the sword is majestic.

Sometimes it is light and fluttering, as if it is weak, not like a sword dance, but like a dance.

Time, in the world of swords, flows slowly!

"Boom!" At a certain moment, the first sword peak suddenly collapsed, and the endless demonic qi turned into the phantom of the Demon Emperor, and the void sword stabbed towards Mo Tian.

Mo Tian closed his eyes and was immersed in some kind of mysterious epiphany.

Thirty moves later, the Demon Emperor's phantom was pierced by Mo Tian's sword and returned to nothingness.

Mo Tian continued to comprehend the remaining six sword peaks.

After a few more days, the second sword peak was also shattered and turned into a phantom of the Demon Emperor.

This phantom, Mo Tian used more than 300 moves to destroy it.

The Demon Emperor Phantom transformed by the third sword peak, Mo Tianqian's thousand moves failed to defeat it.

The phantom fled and turned into a sword peak again.

Mo Tian continued to meditate.

Mo Tian was in a state of Xuanxuan, dancing the unicorn sword.

Gradually, his moves became as simple and unpretentious as the Demon Emperor Phantom that appeared in the void for the first time.

But his moves, as he moves, are born from the heart. Every move and every style, Mo Tian has a hearty feeling and exerts his own strength to the extreme!

"Let's come together!" Mo Tian shouted.

The remaining five sword peaks shattered in response, turning into five sword intent phantoms, killing towards Mo Tian.

Mo Tian was besieged by the five sword intent phantoms at the same time, but he was not afraid.

On top of the sword moves, every bit of strength seemed to be under Mo Tian's control.

The sword in his hand, as if in his heart, can do whatever he wants.

On the two hundred and seventy-sixth move, the five sword intent phantoms were shattered by Mo Tian one after another.

And at this moment, the black world collapsed, and Mo Tian's consciousness withdrew from the magic sword diagram and returned to his body.

Mo Tian's eyes opened, and there seemed to be a sharp sword light flashing in his eyes.

"The sword has finally cultivated to the middle level, and at the same time, my cultivation has also been improved to the ninth level of the Qi Martial Realm, and I am only one step away from stepping into the Xuanwu Realm! If I meet that Ye Shi again at this time, within ten moves, I can easily kill him. Even if he waits for him to cultivate the Nine Deaths Sword Technique to the Great Perfection, he will definitely be my opponent!"

Mo Tian stroked the Qilin Sword, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said with great satisfaction.