That night, Mu Jinglu came alone to the forbidden land behind the Sword Pavilion. That is, the most important place of the Sword Pavilion, the Sword Shrine. As soon as the pastoral path reached the sword mound, a gust of wind blew, and the sword slave wearing a black hoodie appeared in front of the pastoral path.

"The disciple has seen the sword slave senior. ”

The sword slave nodded, took a step forward, and the distance between the two disappeared a few feet, and the right hand of the sword slave was on the wrist of the pasture road.

The sudden appearance of the sword slave jumped down the pastoral path, but the pastoral path did not feel any malice on the sword slave's body, thought about it slightly, and did not resist, allowing the sword slave to probe his spiritual power into the body of the pastoral path.

After the half-pillar of incense, the sword slave withdrew his hand, and the black hole in his coat and hat was so stunned towards the pasture path. Mu Jinglu could feel that the sword slave in his cloak had been staring at his eyes, and he seemed to be a little puzzled and worried.

"Don't worry about the strangeness of the Shenting Acupoint, you will know its wonderful use in the future. As for the 'Buddha Qi' in your body..."

The sword slave hasn't finished speaking, Mu Jinglu is happy in his heart, does the sword slave seniors know how to solve it?

"There are two ways to get rid of it. The sword slave pretended to be and turned his back to Mu Jinglu and continued: "First, find a master of Buddhism and extract the 'Buddha Qi' from your body; ”

Mu Jinglu frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Senior Sword Slave, a disciple of the Buddhist Sect has found me before, and he has to want to pull me back to the Buddhist Sect, I don't know..."

When the sword slave heard this, he turned around abruptly and said in a deep voice, "Don't go." ”

"The old bald asses of the Buddha Sect are well-known human traffickers, but whenever there are handsome people without sects and factions in Kyushu, the disciples of the Buddha Sect come to rob them. ”

The words of the sword slave made Mu Jinglu slightly stunned. Human traffickers? The reputation of Buddhism on the Xuanwei Continent is so bad? But it seems that there are many believers among the people.

"Well, the disciple knows. Mu Jinglu nodded yes, "But the hidden danger of this 'Buddha Qi' has a lot of impact on the disciple, and it almost killed the disciple several times." I'm afraid this exercise that can refine 'Buddha Qi' is not so easy to find. ”

The sword slave paced back and forth for a moment, and then said softly: "Don't worry, there are countless exercises in the world, and it doesn't necessarily have to be the best exercises to solve your problems." ”

That's true, Pastoral Road nodded in agreement.

"Pick up!"

The sword slave suddenly burst into a shout, and with a dip of his right hand, a four-foot-seven-inch blunt sword appeared in the sword slave's hand. As soon as the long sword appeared, the sword slave's body flicked, and he rushed towards the pasture path to kill.

Mu Jinglu was stunned by the sudden change, and then came back to his senses in an instant, and hurriedly sacrificed his broken sword, and with a wave of spiritual power, the sword move came out.

"Breaking mountains and rivers!"

"Okay!" the sword slave's voice seemed to be a little excited, and after shouting loudly, he raised the Yangtze River in his hand and slammed into the sword that swung over the pasture road.

With a loud bang, the sword disappeared, and the momentum of the sword slave's rush to kill did not decrease by a bit, and it still killed towards the pasture path. The pastoral path was slightly frightened. He just struck that blow, but he had the power of the early stage of the Yellow Order. The sword slave was able to follow so easily, and that pit must not suppress his cultivation to a level similar to his own.

The sword slave did not suppress the cultivation, how could Mu Jing Lu be the opponent of the sword slave? However, Mu Jing Lu would not think that the sword slave would harm him, so he thought about it for a while, and then ran the 'Ling Bo Wei Step' method, not retreating, but advancing, and quickly rushed towards Jian Ren.

The broken sword in the right hand disappeared, and the golden fish intestine in the left hand reappeared. "Hide the fish intestines, kill!" Mu Jinglu snorted softly, and the rushing figure suddenly disappeared, and then suddenly appeared behind the sword slave. The short swordfish intestines, with a chilling killing intent, quickly stabbed at the back of the sword slave.

With a crisp sound, the blunt sword in the sword slave's hand, I don't know when, had already appeared behind the sword slave, erecting a seemingly fatal sword on the current pastoral path.

The sword slave who was still facing away from the pastoral path road turned around, and after swinging the fish intestine sword in the hand of the pastoral path, he picked up the blunt sword in his hand and shouted: "Cut the sky!"

Above the blunt sword, only orange flashed swords. However, in the face of the attack of the blunt sword, Mu Jinglu felt as if Zhen's entire sky was about to collapse and press against him, making Mu Jinglu almost unable to move.

"Treading the snow without a trace!" Mu Jinglu almost tried his best to allow himself to move under the pressure of the blunt sword, and quickly let out a soft drink, and with a wave of his feet, he quickly stepped back.

With a loud bang, the blunt sword in the sword slave's hand smashed into the ground where the pasture path was located, and a large pit with a diameter of three zhang and a depth of two feet suddenly appeared.

Mu Jinglu looked at the big pit under his position, and was shocked into a cold sweat. Although the sword momentum of the blunt sword did not have that chilling killing intent, the domineering and overwhelming dignified aura made the pastoral path more and more terrifying.

Although frightened, they are all sword cultivators, and the pastoral path will not just look at the sword slaves. Mujing Lu's mind turned, and the blood-red Panying Sword appeared in Mujing Lu's left hand.

"Inch Blade!" Still whispering, Mu Jinglu's body erupted with fierce sword intent, killing the sword slave who had just withdrawn the blunt sword. A cold light flashed, and the pasture road rushed to the front of the sword slave with a sword.

"Break the ground!" the sword slave shouted at the same time, standing in place, and decisively swung his blunt sword at the rushing pastoral path. With a loud bang, Mu Jinglu held the Panying Sword and slammed into the blunt sword of the Sword Slave.

After the impact, the pasture path was not knocked away, not to mention the sword slave, not to mention the slightest move. The divine swords in the hands of the two of them, under the blessing of their respective spiritual powers, stalemate.

Although the sword slave has suppressed the cultivation, the sword slave is a high-level monk after all, and the purity of his spiritual power is not known how many grades higher than the spiritual power of the pastoral path. In just a few breaths, Mu Jinglu already felt the powerlessness of the follow-up, and his face was even more red.

"Boy, compete with the seniors for spiritual power, but you want to eat..."The sword slave's voice carried a slight sense of teaching, but before the sword slave finished speaking, the corners of Mu Jing Lu's mouth suddenly rose, and Mu Jing Lu's originally empty right hand, the broken sword reappeared.

"Stars move to Kyushu!"

At the same time as the stalemate with the sword slave, the sword move of the pastoral path road rose again. The voice of the pasture path fell, and the sword slave was stunned by the sudden change in front of him, and before the sword slave could react, the voice of the pasture path road thought again.

"Fall demon, kill!"

Not only was there a chilling killing intent, but the sword slave suddenly felt a tiresome evil aura, and suddenly exploded in front of him, as if he was about to swallow himself.

The mutation made the sword slave feel surprised and a little frightened at the same time.

"Suppress the demons!" The sword slave unhurriedly put away the blunt sword, and a violent ripple shook towards the surrounding mountains. The blood-red Panying Sword in Mu Jinglu's hand was not allowed to advance an inch after hitting the ripple shock. After only holding on for half a breath, there was a concussion and a bang, pushing the pasture path far away.

This battle is just a test of the pastoral path by the sword slave, and there is no real killing move. The seemingly violent shock did not really hurt the pasture road. After turning over a few times in mid-air, the trail fell firmly to the ground.

"Boy, what's the situation with your 'falling demon'?"

The sword slave's voice was a little solemn, even a little angry.

Mu Jinglu retracted his momentum, and his spiritual power followed back into his body, leaving only the blood-red Panying Sword.

Mu Jinglu took a deep breath, and the faint blood red in his eyes slowly receded. After Mu Jinglu bowed his hand to the sword slave, he respectfully raised the Panying sword and said, "Senior, the move 'Falling Demon' just now is the sword move of this divine sword. ”

"Excalibur?" the sword slave seemed a little surprised, "Before you came to the sword shrine to look for a sword, it seems that there was only the golden-red broken sword of Fang Cai." ”

Mu Jinglu nodded, and then said with some confusion: "At the beginning, the disciple thought the same, but when he broke through the orange level, the Panying Sword appeared. ”

"Panying Sword?" "There was a slight shock and surprise in the sword slave's voice, "Between the ten great ancient swords, Panying Sword?"

Mu Jinglu thought for a moment, and said with some uncertainty: "It should be." ”

The sword slave took a few steps forward again, and came to the front of Mu Jing Lu, who couldn't see the black hole in his coat and hat, and kept staring at the blood-red Panying Sword in Mu Jing Lu's hand. On the Panying Sword, the looming evil aura made the sword slave look a little cautious.

"The Panying Sword is the sword of evil. The sword slave said solemnly: "Although tens of thousands of years of silence have worn away a lot of evil thoughts on the Panying Sword, but the Divine Sword is a divine sword after all, and there will be a day when it will recover." Boy, you need to be careful with this Excalibur. ”

"The disciple has sensed it and has been paying attention all the time. ”

The sword slave nodded with satisfaction when he heard this, and then said: "But don't worry too much, the sword is always just a sword, even if it is a divine sword, it is used by people." As long as your sword heart is stable and your Dao heart is tenacious, the evil thoughts on the Panying Sword may only be beneficial to you. ”

"And the benefits?" said Mu Jinglu, who was stunned.

Every time he used the Panying Sword, Mu Jinglu could clearly feel the evil thoughts in the Panying Sword that had been trying to control him, if he hadn't been guarded by the Linglong Pagoda in Zhihai, Mu Jinglu would not have planned to use the Panying Sword anymore and hide the Panying Sword Snow.

"You'll find out later. The sword slave didn't explain, and with a stroke of his right hand, the blunt sword disappeared in front of the pasture road. After putting away the blunt sword, the sword slave didn't seem to have any more words, and walked towards the sword mound by himself.

Seeing this, Mu Jinglu knew that the sword slave would not elaborate further. In desperation, Mujinglu only put away the Panying Sword and prepared to leave the sword mound and return to the Jianshan Mountain Gate.

After the pasture path left, the voice and shadow of the sword slave reappeared.

The sword slave raised his head covered by his coat and hat, looked at the direction in which the pastoral path had left, nodded for a while, and shook his head again, looking a little complicated.