The world will be behind the mountain, and the lake will be built in the middle of the lake.

Surrounded by green water, the afterglow of the setting sun shines on the surface of the lake, shining like a piece of gold.

The maple leaves are like fire, falling in the water, causing layers of aftermath.

The ground was covered with maple leaves like fire.

It seems to be filled with boundless blood.

A boy in white.

The leaves fall, the sword rises;

In the wind, the sword roars.

With the sound of the long sword, the sword light rose in all directions, and the fallen leaves flew.

The figure of the boy seemed to be dancing in the wind.

The white clothes are better than the snow, and the sword aura is like frost, like a flying immortal outside the sky.

At this time, the boy was connected to the basic swordsmanship, a total of ten styles.

They are splitting, chopping, intercepting, teasing....

Although the moves are simple and straightforward, in the hands of the teenager, they are a little more agile and natural than ordinary people, and there is a feeling of roundness and naturalness.

Obviously, the number of times a teenager practiced this basic swordsmanship was not a small number.

Otherwise, there would be no such scenario.

Every move and style of the young man reveals a sharp sword intent.

The cold light flickered continuously, and the pace wandered with the maple leaves flying in the sky.

The maple leaves are constantly falling and falling, up and down.

By the time they landed, they had been split in two.

As the move ended, his aura changed again.

Suddenly, the cold breath of ice instantly spreads!

At this time, even the trajectory of the maple leaves falling was a little slower.

That's when it happened.

A cold voice rang out in the woods.

"Flying Immortals!"

The sound was like a heavenly sound, and it instantly spread throughout the maple forest.

This sword is extremely condensed, and all the sword qi killing intent is hidden in the sword.

Sword out.

Fallen leaves flutter again.

In the sky, at some point, a fairy beauty suddenly appeared that did not eat the fireworks of the world, and slowly flew towards the ground.

The entire maple forest seemed to come back to life at the moment when the fairy appeared, full of infinite vitality.

Soon, the fairy's figure began to gradually dissipate, turning into a sword aura in the sky, rippling throughout the maple forest.

The sword qi pierced through the forest, but the traces left behind never dissipated.

Everywhere he passed, the flying maple leaves were cut, and there was an extra sword hole in the trunk.

I don't know how far it will dissipate.

After the move is made, the sword momentum does not stop.

The boy continued to swing his sword and move quickly through the forest.

As the boy moved faster and faster, the sound of moves came from the forest:

"Return to the wind and capture the moon!"

"Aomine cuts!"

"Flick your wrist and flick your sword!"

"Bow and look at the moon!"

"Haidilao Moon!"

"Breathe back!"

"Heaven and earth are in the same spring!"

“......”

Thirteen moves were made in succession, and the sword momentum could be stopped.

Obviously, at this time, the young man was performing another kind of swordsmanship, compared with the unsimilar swordsmanship in the world just now, this one was full of infinite killing power.

Every trick and every attempt has the power to seduce the soul.

"It's a pity, the proficiency is still almost good, and I can't use it to perfection after the eighth move."

The young man in white stopped, the edge in his eyes slowly converged, thinking back to the moves he had practiced, and said to himself in his mouth.

After that, the sword in his hand trembled slightly, pulled out a sword flower, and put it back into the scabbard.

He stood still, staring ahead, exuding sword intent like a sharp sword unsheathed.

This is an incomparably handsome teenager.

Handsome appearance, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, high nose bridge, warm and jade-like face, delicate is just like a person who came out of mythology, handsome and handsome.

Especially the corners of his mouth are slightly upturned, with a slight curvature, and a long black hair like ink hangs neatly and elegantly beside them, like a fairy.

Not far away with his back to the boy, under a huge maple tree.

There are two pretty girls standing, twenty-eight years old, full of infinite youthful vitality.

The girl on the left is wearing a white dress, which sets off her delicate figure just right.

The shy and lovely face, playful and smart, makes people can't help but want to care for it.

The index finger of his right hand kept coiling around his hair, and he tilted his head to look at the back in front of him.

The other girl is wearing a cyan dress, which perfectly outlines the arc of Miaoman's perfect figure.

The delicate and elegant jade countenance, with the quiet atmosphere, complements each other, like the beauty in the painting.

"Sister Tsing Yi, the young master's swordsmanship is getting more and more powerful!"

The girl in white said with a little joy in her tone, blinked her eyes, and said playfully, looking very cute.

"It's a lot of talking, is the matter of the young master something you can discuss?"

The girl in Tsing Yi rolled her eyes and scolded with an angry smile.

But looking at the slightly upturned corners of the girl in Tsing Yi and the eyes of the girl in white in the distance, I understood that she didn't really scold the girl in white.

She and Bai Yi are both ordinary people, where do they know what swordsmanship.

It's just that every time I see the young man in white dancing with that beautiful swordsmanship, I am deeply attracted.

"I don't care, the young master's swordsmanship is strong."

The girl in white said with a grin, and her tone seemed to say that you are not allowed to refute this matter.

After hearing this, the girl in Tsing Yi did not argue in the white clothes, but turned her eyes to the young man in white in the forest.

"Humph!"

Seeing that the girl in Tsing Yi didn't care about herself, the girl in white snorted coldly, and then looked at the young man in the maple forest.

This white-clothed young man is none other than Mo Li, who was the last of the zombies to launch the Ninety-Nine Annihilation Array.

It has been a full sixteen years since his soul was systematically brought into this world.

What's even more interesting is that this world turned out to be a storm.

After Mo Li learned that he had come to the wind and clouds, he began to practice the internal strength of the mind from the moment his body could move.

Of course, the cultivation of the Dao is also followed.

Although, he knew that this world was a world of high martial arts, and everyone practiced powerful martial arts.

What's more, powerful warriors are overwhelming, such as Emperor Shakti, Xiao Sanxiao and others.

But Mo Li didn't plan to give up the cultivation of the Dao Law, the Dao Law is a different kind of existence from martial arts, and sometimes the power is stronger than martial arts.

Of course, these two are not easy to compare, and they are both ways of cultivating.

After practicing two sets of swordsmanship, Mo Li stood quietly in the forest, and said silently in his heart: "Open the attribute panel." ”

Suddenly, a curtain of light appeared in front of him.

Name: Mo Li.

Name of this world: Xiongtu.

Identity: Son of the Hero.

Forces: None

Age: sixteen.

Talent: Kendo mastery.

Skill: fifteen years.

Martial Arts: Basic Swordsmanship (Perfect), Thirteen Swords of Death (80% proficiency), Flying Immortals (70% proficiency).

Realm: Acquired. [Third-rate, second-rate, first-class, acquired, congenital, grandmaster, peerless, mythical, celestial, broken void]

Equipment: Steel Longsword

"The basic sword technique has reached the perfect realm, and it is impossible to break through.

Now the proficiency of the Thirteen Swords of Death and the Flying Immortals is already good, and they will reach perfection after a period of contact.

At that time, with his acquired realm, he can easily kill the innate powerhouse by surprise, even the grandmaster powerhouse has the strength to fight.

However, it is only the strength of the first battle! ”

Looking at the properties panel, Mo Li analyzed the current situation.

It has been sixteen years since he crossed over, and he now has the capital to settle down.

The Thirteen Swords of Death and the Flying Immortal Sword Technique opened from the newbie gift package took fifteen years of cultivation to reach the current realm.

It is conceivable how profound these two sets of swordsmanship are.

The killing sword technique of the Thirteen Swords of Death is easy to say, as long as you keep practicing and fighting, you can cultivate to a high and profound realm.

As for the fourteen and fifteen swords after the thirteen swords, they are trained between life and death.

And the Flying Immortal outside the sky, Ye Gucheng's fame and mastery, is not just by practice, he needs to feel it with his heart.

In the maple forest.

After Mo Li finished investigating his attributes, he didn't rest but began to practice the Thirteen Swords of Death tirelessly.

You know, the plot of Fengyun Future is full of blood and intrigues.

If you don't have strong strength, you will die if you are not careful.

And the Flying Immortal Sword Technique outside the sky could not break through quickly in a short period of time, so Mo Li set his sights on the Thirteen Deadly Swords.

Since, through continuous practice, the Thirteen Swords of Death can be cultivated to perfection, how could Mo Li let it go.

As for rest?

That doesn't exist.

Mo Li is now the existence of Daowu Shuangxiu, and his spiritual power is already different from ordinary people, plus he has been practicing boxing all these years, and now he has recovered to the strength of the peak of dark energy.

Even if he practiced like this for a day and a night, Mo Li would not feel tired.

I saw that Mo Li's eyes were condensed and flashing with fine light.

The steel long sword in his hand is like a dragon, and between the swings, there are thousands of sword lights.

Fast!

Permit!

Vicious!

Although the Thirteen Swords of Death are still not perfect, their own lethality is not weak at all.

Originally, it was a pity that the system directly instilled the Thirteen Swords of Death and the Flying Immortals of Heaven to the perfect realm, but Mo Li did not refuse.

Having experienced Mo Li in the zombie world, he clearly knows that what others give is never as good as what he gets in person.

Especially the existence of martial arts, you can't take shortcuts.

Otherwise, it will only exist in vain.

Although, Mo Li's constant contact, the countless changes of the Thirteen Swords of Death, were gradually mastered by Mo Li, and the sword momentum became more and more terrifying.

The wind is silent, and the sword is silent.

The proficiency of the Thirteen Deadly Swords on the attribute panel is constantly increasing, and it is beginning to approach perfection.

When the proficiency reached 81%, Mo Li stopped practicing.

He knew that this was already the limit that he could reach today, and it was impossible to improve no matter how much he practiced.

By this time, the sun had already set, and the night slowly covered the entire land.

The night in the forest is always a little cool.

When the breeze blew through Mo Li's body, a slightly cool feeling came to his heart, which made Mo Li's spirit shock.

looked at the two girls who were silently paying attention to him in the distance, the corners of their mouths rose slightly, and they slowly walked over with their legs raised.

For the rest of the time, Mo Li practiced the Thirteen Deadly Swords in the maple forest, and he couldn't leave.

Every day, before dawn, Mo Li got up early to practice swords.

Know, ten days later one morning.

The sky had just brightened.

When the first rays of sunlight shone on Mo Li's face, the fast-moving footsteps suddenly paused, and the soul was blessed.

The sword in his hand stabbed out instantly!

Suddenly, a sword light burst out, shooting out from the long sword in his hand, and the sharp sound of breaking the air pierced the silence of the early morning.

A fierce aura erupted.

The incomparably sharp sword qi pierced the maple tree in the distance in an instant.

Mo Li held the sword in one hand, standing in place, his eyes looking straight into the distance, his whole body was filled with extremely sharp sword qi.

It was as if a divine sword rose into the sky and went straight to the sky.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations to the host, the Thirteen Swords of Death have successfully broken through to perfection!"

A system prompt sounds.

Mo Li's eyes lit up.

In the next second, countless sword moves in the depths of the pupils were transforming, and finally fused, turning into several terrifying and unparalleled sword moves.

Changhong through the sun!

Strive for the impossible or the unachievable!

Breathe in the bowels!

Sword Qi Nine Heavens!

......

The sword moves of the thirteen deadly swords were continuously cast, and the power was more than several times stronger.

"I've finally broken through to perfection, I really don't want to practice so hard...."

Mo Li squinted, looked at the woods in the distance, a trace of mystery flashed in his eyes, and said to himself:

"Although my skill is only fifteen years, with the thirteen swords that kill me, no one in the same realm can take my sword at all.

Even an ordinary Grandmaster powerhouse shouldn't be my opponent.

Phew....."

Spit out a white streak and turned into a long sword in the void, piercing into the ground and turning into a small hole.

Mo Li held the long sword in his hand, and felt a little secure about his situation.

In the early stage, as the son of a hero, there may not be any danger, but once the plot starts, if his strength is not enough, it is very likely that he will die.

In the world of wind and clouds, the more you go to the back of the plot, the stronger the people who appear.

There are even more masters in the realm of heaven and man.

Not to mention the masters of other levels.

Although Mo Li's current strength is the top existence among his peers, he is only among his peers.

Mo Li knew that in the plot of Fengyun, there were two bugs, that is, Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng.

The strength of these two people in the early stage is not strong, but in the later stage, the strength is like riding on a rocket, and the rise is called a fast.

Therefore, Mo Li is not satisfied with the current realm, because such strength will be the existence of cannon fodder in the future.

This is also why, after Mo Li learned that this was the world of wind and clouds, he practiced desperately for more than ten years.

Now, I have some power to protect myself!

After all, now that the world established by the hegemon is becoming more and more powerful, the sects in the world are beginning to shy away from it, and they dare not clash head-on with the world.

As the son of a hero, naturally no one will find it uncomfortable to attack him.

However, Mo Li knew that this was only temporary, and when Fengyun and Xiongba turned against each other, the world would go downhill.

And he will become a thorn in the side of many enemies.

Looks like we need to plan sooner!

After Mo Li figured it out, he took one step at a time, and the long sword in his hand swung rapidly, and the sword intent surged.

"Brush!"

The sword stabbed in an eerie arc.

The sword qi pierced through the maple forest and broke into the sky.

The Thirteen Swords of Death were unleashed again with one move, and the roundness between the moves was better.

The sharp sword intent is even more than before!

The whole person seemed to be fused with the sword, and the sword intent forced back the maple leaves around him, and a clear circle was drawn around him.

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