Since Yang Mo entered the Qingcheng faction, in addition to practicing and resting every day, he is here to read Taoist scriptures.

And after Lin Pingzhi killed Yu Canghai with his own hands, he seemed to be confused for a while, but he didn't return to Huashan with Yue Lingshan after that.

In addition to delivering food to Yang Mo every day, Lin Pingzhi will also read the classics in this pavilion and learn some martial arts of the Qingcheng faction.

When he encounters doubts, he will also consult Yang Mo, and what makes Lin Pingzhi strange is that Yang Mo, who is unwilling to teach him to learn martial arts, knows everything in the face of his advice.

Whether it was the secret collection of the Dao Classics or the martial arts of the heart, as long as it was the inheritance of the Qingcheng Sect, Yang Mo would answer his doubts.

One morning three months later, Yang Mo finally came out of the Dao Pavilion and led the horse towards the outside of the mountain.

On the cliff on the side, Lin Pingzhi, who was wearing a Qingcheng Taoist robe and dressed as a Taoist priest, was practicing Qingcheng swordsmanship under the warm morning sun.

Seeing this, Yang Mo smiled slightly and said, "Lin Pingzhi, the head of the Qingcheng faction, may be a good choice." ”

After gradually walking away, the smile on Yang Mo's face faded faintly, and he was slightly disappointed when he recalled the harvest in the Qingcheng faction in the past three months.

The Dao canon martial arts inherited by the Qingcheng faction, although each of them is very exquisite, it has no effect on his current state.

No matter how many classics he reads and how much he adds to his understanding, he still can't control that sword intent.

And as his mood became deeper and deeper, his daze became more and more serious, especially at night, when he went to sleep, his whole soul seemed to leave his body and kept flying towards the night sky.

Since this place can't help him, let it go, and go and find his way according to the deepest desire of your heart.

Huashan thought about the cliff, Yang Mo stood in the wind, and the white brocade clothes were blown over by the hunting.

Ling Hu Chong was no longer here at this time, and he didn't come here to look for Ling Hu Chong.

Opening his body and mind, Yang Mo released the sword intent on his body for the first time without concealment, and the terrifying momentum made the wind even stop.

"The wind is blowing, I know you're here." Yang Mo shouted loudly.

"It's been a long time since I've seen such a frightening young man."

An old man in a green robe jumped up the hill and looked at Yang Mo with extremely cautious eyes.

"Let's get out of the sword!" Yang Mo came out of his body with his long sword and said to Feng Qingyang.

At the same time, Yang Mo also shouted at the sword intent in his heart: "Since you let me fight, then I will fight hard, let me see what you are!" ”

He didn't wait for Feng Qingyang to reply, the long sword in his hand was unfurled, and a sword move with infinite killing intent came out.

"Kill!"

As soon as the words came out, the long sword in Yang Mo's hand was filled with an invisible aura, and a white mark crossed the air, attacking towards Feng Qingyang.

"Sword Breaker!"

Feng Qingyang's face froze, the long sword in his hand was indomitable, and Dugu Jiujian came out in response to the sound and met Yang Mo's swordsmanship.

In the fierce wind, Si Guo on the cliff, two figures and lightning flashes staggered, followed by a wave of air swept out.

A moment later, Yang Mo shook the long sword in his hand, and the brand-new sword body instantly shattered to the ground, and the long sword he bought for this battle was completely damaged under a single blow.

"Thank you."

Feeling that something in his body seemed to break out of the cocoon, Yang Mo thanked him and left.

Behind him, Feng Qingyang gripped his chest, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"The Sword of Killing?" Looking at Yang Mo's back, Feng Qingyang's expression was puzzled.

In the dark rainy night, because of the fear of the six immortals of the Peach Valley, the people of Huashan faction traveled all the way east under the leadership of Yue Buqun and his wife.

They stayed in a ruined Yaowang Temple, where they had to stay overnight because the axle of the carriage was broken.

In the middle of the night, everyone was besieged by fifteen masked men, and the Huashan faction was defeated by the other party, and all members were captured.

After Liang Fa was killed, more than 40 horsemen rushed wildly, and everyone in the Huashan faction thought that someone had rescued them, but they didn't expect that these people were actually the masters of the Songshan faction, Taishan faction, and Hengshan faction who helped Feng Buping that day.

Not only did these people not help the Huashan faction, but they listened to the group of masked people say how Yue Buqun plotted to seize the Lin family's evil sword spectrum.

The Songshan faction wanted to help Feng Buping regain the position of the head of the Huashan faction, and Feng Buping sent his junior brother Cong Bu to clean up the portal, and wanted to kill Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze.

At the time of the crisis, Ling Hu Chong finally made a move and fought with Cong Buqi.

Just when the fierce battle between the two was thick, in the drizzle, everyone saw a young man with a white umbrella walking towards the Yaowang Temple.

This young man looked eighteen or nineteen years old, although he was handsome, but his expression was blank, his eyes were glazed, and he walked step by step in the mud, and he was still muttering something in his mouth.

When he approached the outside of the Yaowang Temple, the nonsense in the young man's mouth became clearer and clearer, but he couldn't hear what he was saying, as if he had lost his mind.

At the same time, Ling Hu Chong had already used the Dugu Nine Swords, relying on the exquisite swordsmanship, even if he had no internal strength, he would not give up the anxiety of fighting.

Just as Linghu Chong Dugu Nine Swords became more and more proficient, Cong Bu suddenly withdrew his sword and left, and pounced in front of the white youth.

Cong Buqi looked at the young man who was babbling nonsense, and shouted: "The Huashan faction is here to solve the grievances within the faction, and if it is irrelevant, hurry up and get out of me!" ”

Ling Hu Chong looked at the young man, his face was shocked, he found that the young man was none other than Yang Mo.

He didn't understand how Yang Mo, who was fine when he left Huashan last time, became what he is now.

Despite the danger he was in, he was still worried about this friend from the bottom of his heart.

He saw that Cong Buqi's face was not good, and he obviously wanted to make a move, so he wanted to go up to help Yang Mo resist, but he heard Yang Mo suddenly speak.

"Huashan faction? Grievances? Get lost? Who am I? Do you know who I am? ”

Yang Mo's words were confused, and Cong Buqi heard it, thinking that this person was a fool.

He thought that he was going to kill Yue Buqun and the others, so he quickly solved this fool with a sword, and raised the sword and let out a loud sigh.

"Little fool, I don't know who you are your father, so I have to go back and ask your mother."

Cong Buqi said that the long sword in his hand was about to fall, and although Ling Hu Chong came desperately, it was too late.

At this critical moment, in the face of Cong Buqi's roaring blade, Yang Mo seemed to be a little flustered.

I saw that he threw down the white umbrella in his hand, and he didn't see where the black sword he used before went, so he waved it at Cong Buqi with his empty hand.

Just when everyone thought that Yang Mo was going to bury Cong Bu Bu under the sword, Na Cong Bu gave up suddenly and suddenly stopped.

With Cong Buqi's miserable scream, all the masters saw Cong Buqi holding the long sword in his hand in mid-air, and the whole person fell on his back.

In Cong Buqi's whole body, the blood was washed down by the rain, and people who were already dead could not die again.

Seeing that Cong Bu gave up and died so miserably, the masters couldn't care about the people of the Huashan faction next to them, and gathered together like a great enemy.

They took out their weapons one after another, staring at Yang Mo who was still muttering there with a nervous expression, such a strange scene made the atmosphere on the scene freeze for a while.