Xiang Duxing seemed to have expected Xiang Mo to escape, so he came to the other side of the canyon early and stood there, blocking Xiang Mo's way.

Xiang Mo frowned, his heart was boundless, even if Wan Lai played in unison, only the sound of fluttering in his heart resounded in his ears.

Rivals, real rivals.

This head of the Xiang family was bare-handed, did not hold any weapons, just stood with a smile, which brought people an invisible pressure.

The wind blew, rolling up the red leaves in the sky, and the heaven and earth were full of desolation and slaughter.

He is like a sword hidden in a box, Taoguang is obscure, the edge is not revealed, just standing, people dare not look directly!

Is he also a sword-wielder?

Xiang Mo was a little puzzled, he could feel thousands of sword intent from Xiang Duxing's body, dark but not hairy, hidden and hidden, without revealing any breath.

It wasn't until Xiang Duxing showed his weapon that he understood what the other party's sword intent was.

Xiang Duxing is holding a book, and there is a sword inscribed in the book, it should be said that this is the sword intent of a sword.

What is the sword intent, after Xiang Mo got the celestial body, he had a slight understanding.

Look at the mountain is not a mountain, see the water is not water, and see it as the meaning.

The intention comes from the heart, stops at the whole body, walks on the sword, and manifests between the mountains and rivers, one comes and goes, one goes and one comes, people and the will, even if it is with the heaven and the earth, so that there is a sword intent.

Now, seeing the sword intent on this scroll, his heart sank, and he only felt that his hair exploded, like a rain of swords, and his whole body was tingling.

Just by looking at it, you can know the mystery of the deep meaning, far beyond yourself.

If this sword intent comes out, wouldn't he die immediately?

Xiang Mo once again felt the breath of death, like a fish in his throat.

Three thousand strands of hair stood on end, his forehead was cold, and his whole body was as tense as if he were full of bowstrings.

"Alas......"

Xiang Duxing retracted his smile, sighed again, and said with a sad face:

"I don't embarrass you, as long as I can catch a small part of the sword qi emitted by this long sword, I'll let you go!"

He spread out the scroll, showed it to Xiang Mo, and said:

"This scroll is obtained by my ancestor of the Xiang family from a secret place, and it is written by a great power that is about to ascend to the immortal realm, and the power remains the same, but it is a pity that our qualifications are mediocre, and we have obtained this treasure, which can only exert its power, but it is also enough to sweep the entire Shanmen Town, and it is one of the magic weapons of our Xiang family! ”

As he spoke, his true qi was agitated and blended into the scroll, but he saw that the long sword inside it emitted a colorful glow, like a magical giant hand, slowly opening the curtain of the sky.

In an instant, the sword rain was colorful, as if the Nine Heavens Milky Way was pouring down, and countless sword qi like essence appeared, and the sword light was like water, and the brilliance flowed.

The sword light flickered, and the cold light was like silver frost. Where the strong wind is whistling, the sword is like a slush claw, fluttering and changing, disillusioned, and unpredictable.

Xiang Mo's heart was like a fallen leaf, one moment the cloak was blown into the abyss, and the other time it floated to the clouds, only to feel that he had melted with the sword light, faded, extinguished, and gone.

The eyes are full of sunsets, light as water, flat as mountains, bumpy in the past, but a sword comes, and another sword goes.

Life is as sparkling as a dream bubble, and the next second of looking back in the changes of the world is just a flash in the pan.

What Ling dang swordsmanship, what thirty-six styles, compared to it, but a small wave in the sea, a grain of sand under the vast starry sky.

It comes like thunder to collect anger, and it is like a river and sea condensing clear light.

The mountains are depressed, and the heavens and the earth are low for a long time.

The end of glory is eternal darkness, and after all, a lifetime of wandering, only death is the destination.

Xiang Mo fell into darkness, his spirit, qi, and spirit gradually withered, his will was depressed, and he was delirious.

Bursts of sword light were like traceless shadows, the light of ignorance, constantly invading his body.

Everything is developing in the direction of emptiness and chaos.

The sun and moon have no light, and the heavens and the earth are obscure.

"Good!"

Seeing this, Xiang Tianqi couldn't help laughing.

He never expected that Xiang Duxing would actually take out the family treasure, the Heavenly Sword Roll, this volume is boundless, even the masters of the Gathering Vortex Realm are powerless to fight, not to mention that it has not been long since he cultivated, and Xiang Mo who is still full of external force.

It only takes a moment or three for this little evil animal to dissipate into the heavens and the earth, and disappear from the heavens and the earth.

The surrounding disciples were also dumbfounded, and cold sweat broke out.

I feel that the head of the Xiang family is not as weak as usual at all, but has changed into a person, extremely strong, illuminating in all directions, and his figure is standing in the canyon, like a god who can capture heaven and earth.

Someone said excitedly:

"Long live the head of the family, long live the head of the family, you are invincible!"

After that, everyone seemed to be unified and cheered in unison:

"Long live the head of the house!" "The head of the house is mighty!"

Xiang Mo is really going to die.

His heart was lightened, and he felt that it was not bad to die like this.

It's just that when the sword intent invaded the dantian and became easy to become one with the landscape on that side, he suddenly came to his senses.

Looking at it carefully, I only feel that the heaven and earth in my heart are faintly in line with this sword intent, and it seems that the true meaning of this sword intent is the landscape.

He seemed to have woken up to something, like a soul returning to his hometown, Daigo was empowered, the whole thing seemed to be a different person, and his eyes re-emanated the Dao divine light, as if he was possessed by an immortal, exuding the Dao essence light.

Xiang Mo raised his hand, and the long sword in his hand danced again, the sword was like a white snake spitting out a letter, hissing and breaking the wind, and like a dragon shuttling, walking in all directions, sometimes light as a swallow, rising from the sword, sometimes suddenly like lightning, and falling leaves.

The sword used is no longer Ling Dang's swordsmanship, but a feeling in his heart, and dancing with feeling.

For a time, the sword light broke through the dawn like a bullfight, erupting a majestic momentum, in fact, it shook half of the sky, if the sky was clear with a white light, charming and moving.

Whispering in his mouth:

What he hates, I want.

He uses swords and spears, and I use swords.

He uses sharp weapons, and I use the sky.

He lives in vain, and I live in the dawn.

In an instant, the heavens and the earth shook, the waves were thousands, there seemed to be thousands of mountains, thousands of heavy waters, hundreds of millions of miles of mountains and rivers descended, and the surrounding body was like ups and downs, wandering endlessly.

Xiang Mo every word is read, like the mighty Yangtze River, rushing into the canyon, stirring the echo, undulating, the sound is like a flood bell Da Lu, and the long chant is broadcast.

Suddenly, no one in the canyon was shocked, no one was afraid, trembling, like mourning.

"It's ...... The sound of heaven is born!

Xiang Duxing exclaimed,

The sound of heaven is said to be the voice of the will of heaven and earth transmitted to the world, and anyone who has a sense of heaven and earth can hear the sound of heaven, and such people will inevitably become immortals, all also known as immortals resonate.

"So, Xiang Mo will become an immortal in the future?"

Xiang Duxing's lips trembled, and his eyebrows moved.

The capital of the immortals, the posture of the immortals!

But how could he be an immortal?

He was puzzled, and he didn't understand, the Xiang family from ancient times to the present, except for the ancestors, no genius has ever been born, and Xiang Mo has no vision, his mother is a rich woman, and he only got married to Xiang Guo for a year.

"Hmph, no matter what kind of immortal resonates with you, even if the immortal descends to earth, the old man will destroy you!"

Xiang Tianqi can no longer sit idly by, if he allows Xiang Mo to practice swordsmanship like this and understand the mysteries of heaven and earth, he is afraid that he will not be an opponent.

With a wave of his big hand, he brought up the ice crystals in the sky, pulled out the horse out of thin air, and formed a crystal clear fist the size of a small mountain, which smashed straight towards Xiang Mo.

Xiang Mo ignores it, the swordsmanship is light and heavy, fast and slow, or ethereal without traces, or warm and soft, clear as water, thin as frost.

Smooth as a trickle, swaying like a long scroll.

and the ice fist was less than a zhang, Fang Cai smiled intently, used a sword to pick the eight wilderness, and gently swiped his fist.

This is whimsical, the antelope hangs its horns, the sword is like walking and drinking water, and the sword is like talking about things that are difficult to take.

I only saw that the giant fist seemed to be held by an invisible fist in the air, and then crushed into pieces.

Pieces of ice crystals are shattered, shining brightly, dazzling.

"How is that possible?"

Xiang Tianqi frowned, his eyes were round, and his old mouth was bigger than a crocodile.

He didn't feel how much true qi Xiang Mo had hit, but how could he shatter his Jade Ice Divine Fist with just one sword!

He was not convinced!

He has been famous for decades, and masters of all sizes have also fought, even if they are as strong as the masters of the Gathering Spiral Realm, they have not lost a single move, but now, they have lost face in front of this hairy boy, which is unbearable.

For a while, the surrounding cold air was like an abyss like a sea, like hell descending, the abyss opened, countless cold air fluttered up from his body, and the white mist of the forest was like a thin column of air, more than ten zhang long, covering this side of the world.

He lifted his withered hands, put on a pair of gloves engraved with prints, cracked his lips, revealing two yellow teeth, and cried out:

"Frozen for a thousand miles!"

But seeing the fog swimming in the mountains, like a painter splashing ink, the original mountain became a scene, and made a picture of Danqing.

Countless ice crystals are formed from the sky, like thousands of white yarns hanging in the air, slowly swinging, changing strange colors in the morning sun.

The canyon is covered with ice crystals, such as dreams, illusions, poetry, picturesque, can not be waved away, can not be torn apart, chopping constantly, turning everything into ice, making people have a kind of taste of coming to the ice cellar and cold prison.

Xiang Mo was also surrounded by ice clusters, like a huge ice ball, gradually spreading, layered on top of each other, forming an ice hockey ball, wrapped in silver, and natural.

Xiang Tianqi was overjoyed when he saw the situation, and his hands were pointed out in a row, turning into a long thread, and sticking to the ice hockey ball that Xiang Mo had turned into.

But in a moment, the puck was intertwined by the ice lines, intertwined, and circled.

The old man waved his hand, and the puck was like a spinning top, and he began to plan in place.

With a casual lift, the puck rises and is at its mercy.

But for a while, Xiang Tianqi held the ice ball wrapped in Xiang Mo, or flew up suddenly, or fell suddenly, or collided with the boulder, or rolled in place, controlling and ravaging at will.

It's just that his movements immediately stopped, not because the puck broke, but because he felt that Xiang Mo inside was unscathed.

How can it be?

Xiang Tianqi is very confident in his own control, and he strives for perfection in his tricks, pursuing it to the extreme, whether it is control or invasion, he is handy and invincible.

He has fought against Xiang Rufa several times, and the opponent is under the delicate control of his arm, and uses the ultimate ice control technique to break through all obstacles and hit the opponent directly.

And he is very patient, good at sneak attacks and teasing, and likes to completely crush the opponent's confidence under the impact of consecutive flips.

But here, the opposite Mo doesn't work at all.

Although the opponent was wrapped in ice, he did not show any signs of discomfort at all, but was like a fish in water, calm, and changed positions from time to time, moving back and forth in the ice ball, and performing swordsmanship.

His sword is not attacking the ice hockey, but demonstrating the change, when the sword rises, the water turns into ice, and when the sword falls, the ice turns into water, and the water and ice are all under one sword.